"But I don't like marmalade in a pudding at luncheon. I like it on toast at breakfast."
"But you're not going to have it on toast at breakfast."
"Well," I said, "I shall conduct reprisals. For every time you don't allow me to have any I shall destroy something you like—a blouse or a hat. If I'm to give up the essence of Dundee or Paisley you shall at least give up hats."
"But the marmalade will remain."
"Yes, and the hats will all perish. That's where I come in."
"Don't buoy yourself up with that notion," she said. "You'll have to pay for the new ones—or owe."
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"OH, CONSTABLE, I CAN'T GET A TAXI. THEY ALL SAY IT'S THEIR DINNER-HOUR. IS IT ANY GOOD MY WAITING?"