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246 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1943
"They are more than halfway through their drinks," said Warnford hopefully. "Of course they might order some more."
"Let's wish them away. If we both concentrate hard it might have some effect. Assemble your will power, direct it upon the fat woman, and wish hard."
The fat woman took another sip of her Guinness and said that though there was no doubt that Nellie was a nice girl, she did, nevertheless, make things trying for those who had to do with her.
The thin man who seemed likely to be her husband said, "Pink lino!" in a scornful voice and lit a short cigar.
"I wouldn't mind," said the girl in the party, "if it wasn't for the rabbit."
"It isn't the rabbit that worries me," said the soldier; "it's the poetry."
"Poetry!" said the thin man, and attended to his glass.
"The canary's the worst of the lot," said the fat woman.
"Oh, I don't mind the canary," said the girl. "It does sing rather a lot, but you needn't listen."
"What I want to know," said the soldier, "is why a harp?"
"Why indeed?" said the thin man. "Have another, Lizzie?"
"You aren't concentrating hard enough," said Marden in a low tone.
"I can't," said Warnford distractedly. "Why a harp? Does the rabbit play it?"
"The rabbit's got pink eyes," said the soldier.
"Well, the poor thing can't help that, Bill," said the girl tolerantly.
"I wonder how long the Johnsons usually stay," said Marden.
"But she could help putting a pink ribbon round its neck," said the thin man.