Page 47 - Fairbrass

had kept what they called “ his usual place”

for him. They were all smoking cigars,
and your father—who seemed to be very
popular, because he was able to tell what

they all called the “ last new story ”—soon

had one alight too, and very much he
seemed to enjoy it Although they all
shrieked with laughter at the story, I can't

say that I thought much of itT and, if you
will excuse me, Fairbrass, I won’t repeat it

to you.1
* Quite right, quite right,’ murmured the

Old Picotee, who wanted to make out that
the Young Picotee could not tell anything

that he did not know, and professing to
have the questionable story off by heart.

‘ When the train reached the town
station, Fairbrass,’ the other went on, ‘your

father took me straight to his office.1
i Oh, yes; I know,’ sighed Fairbrass.

4 The office—the place that he hates so
much ! ’

‘ Does he ? > asked the Young Picotee.
‘Well, it seemed to me to be comfortable