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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Mr. Bingle"

A full-sized brick dropped
from heaven knows where--(it must have come from heaven judging by the
way it felt)--and as Watson's hat happened to be directly in the path
of its descent the unfortunate footman was unable to tease Frederick
for the better part of two days immediately thereafter and had to have
six stitches taken in his head besides. Oddly enough, the only place
from which a brick was found to be missing was in the walk leading to
the stables, and Butts, being a thrifty soul, filled up the vacant
spot with the heaven-sent substitute, having found on investigation
that it fitted the vacuum perfectly. It was Melissa who kept Watson
from taking out a warrant for young Master Frederick. She spoke very
sharply to the damaged footman about something that had completely
escaped the notice of Mr. Bingle, who, being no smoker, wouldn't have
missed them if Watson had taken a whole handful of cigars a day
instead of two or three twice a week the year round.
The privileged maid had read love stories from the time she was ten
years old up to the beginning of her affair with Diggs the butler.


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