Female (to ignorant party). "'E's dressed as one o' them Bronchial Busters to attract attention to 'is Corf Cure."
THE JUMBLE SALE.
Aunt Angela coughed. "By the way, Etta was here this afternoon."
Edward's eye met mine. The result of Etta's last call was that Edward spent a vivid afternoon got up as Father Christmas in a red dressing-gown and cotton-wool whiskers, which caught fire and singed his home-grown articles, small boys at the same time pinching his legs to see if he was real, while I put in some sultry hours under a hearthrug playing the benevolent polar-bear to a crowd of small girls who hunted me with fire-irons.
"What is it this time?" I asked.
"A jumble sale," said Aunt Angela.