“Who told you this & that?” narrate those Spiggotts shockly.
“Togo did!” say others.
“So thanks!” she say so for sweetness resembling flirtatious snakes. “Please continue your usefulness, Togo, by removing my happy company in time to catch the time-table.”
Soonly I arrive up to porch-step accompanied by Sarah, the horse. When those Weak-Enders and other baggage were loaded in, Hon. Mrs. Spiggott spoke furthermore.
“Togo,” she pronounce, “when 1.11 train arrives up, hitch Sarah to the depot and continue traveling by rail with my dearie friends who can doubtlessly afford to hire you among their expensive servants.”
So I spanked up Sarah with expression of one seeking employment where he is not needed.
Hoping you are the same,
Yours truly,
Hashimura Togo.
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Togo Swats the Fly
To Editor Good Housekeeper Magazine, noble editor who make fly-chasing delightful among national sports.