"It's a dog," he said at last.
I shook him warmly by the hand.
"You have taken a great load off my mind," I told him. "I will get a licence at once."
This will score off them pretty badly.
After all you can't go behind a Government certificate, can you?
Evoe.
Caller. "Is Mrs. Jones at home?"
Cook-General. "She is, but she ain't 'ardly in a fit state to see anybody. She's just bin givin' me notice."