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do, the times I've had to listen to it as well, and a litti<?
bit goes a long way with me. Now you get off to bed,
Edna, now, else you won't be getting up in the morning
and then you'll be in a bit more trouble at the shop/1

"What's this?" asked Mr. Smeeth, looking at his wife
and then at his daughter. "Has she been getting into
any trouble?"

"It wasn't my fault at all, and you needn't have
mentioned it, Mother," Edna began, but she was cut
short by her mother.

"I didn't say it was, but it will be if you don't pop off
upstairs." She waited then until Edna had disappeared.
"Tells me she's had some bother with the buyer or floor
manager, all something and nothing, but she thinks one
or two of them there are getting their knife into her,
and I've just been telling her to keep quiet a bit and not
give any back answers until it's blown over. Well," she
continued, settling back in her chair, after disposing
of the stout, "I think George told you I was going to
see Fred Mitty and his wife."

"He did," said Mr. Smeeth. "And how's cousin Fred?
What's brought him here?"

"I can't quite make out what it is. Something to
do with advertising and something to do with picture
theatres and all that. He didn't explain it properly.
But he's looking well, and so is his wife, and the
daughter. Quite grown up, she is, about Edna's age
but bigger than Edna. But laugh 1" Her face lit up.
"Laugh! I thought I'd have died. I wish you'd been
there, Dad. Oh, dear, dear, dear! Fred was always a
lively card, never knew him when he wasn't, but he gets
funnier as he gets older, and he set us off to-night and
I thought we'd never have stopped. He started taking