"Dunno if that's much good. 'E mayn't care for females."
"Well, it is part of 'is peace-time job, anyway. Don't I tell yer 'e brought Aladdin a princess?"
"I'll try it. Any'ow, it'll be a change for 'im arter all that beer."
Eustace, it was obvious, approved of the idea. This new command was completely in accord with his ancient tradition.
"A maid fair as the dawn, great Master! It shall be so!" he said.
"Yes, and"—Alf suddenly remembered a recent abortive attempt to dally with a pretty French girl in an estaminet, and determined to run no further risks—"a English one."
"'Ere," put in Bill. "Make it two."
But the djinn had vanished.
"All right, Bill," Higgins said soothingly. "We'll send 'im back for one for you. Wonder what 'e'll bring for me—one of the 'Ippodrome chorus, I 'ope."
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