Public opinion in the queue takes a sudden turn. One lady remarks that these speshuls are that interfering. Another alleges that she has no doubt I have sacks of sugar at home.
I remember the Inspector's counsel about moving on, and move myself on.
There is one man in England who proclaims himself absolutely unfitted to fill the Food-Controller's position.
I am that modest person.
Stage Manager. "The elephant's putting up a very spirited performance to-night."
Carpenter. "Yessir. You see, the new hind-legs is a discharged soldier, and the front legs is an out-and-out pacifist."