And so the merry party began. It was one of those jolly, happy, bread-crumbling parties where you cough twice before you speak, and then decide not to say it after all.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.

It's brain," I said; "pure brain! What do you do to get like that, Jeeves? I believe you must eat a lot of fish, or something. Do you eat a lot of fish, Jeeves?""No, sir.""Oh, well, then, it's just a gift, I take it; and if you aren't born that way there's no use worrying.

I had one of those ideas I do sometimes get, though admittedly a chump of the premier class.

Come on," he said. "Bring the poker."I brought the tongs as well. I felt like it.