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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

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"Never mind, Hobbs. You ordered luncheon?"
"Yes, your 'ighness. Chops and sweet potatoes and--"
"But that's what we had yesterday, Hobbs."
A vivid red overspread the suddenly dismayed face of Hobbs. "'Pon my
soul, sir, I--I clean forgot that it was yesterday I was thinking of.
The young lady gave me such a sharp look, sir, when the 'ead waiter
pointed at me that I clean forgot wot I was there for. I will 'urry
back and--"
"Do, Hobbs, that's a good fellow. I'm as hungry as a bear. But no
chops!"
"Thank you, sir. No chops. Absolutely, sir." He stopped in the
doorway. "I daresay it was 'er beauty, sir, that did it. No chops.
Quite so, sir."
"If Blithers were only here," sighed Dank. "He would make short work
of the female invasion. He would have them chucked overboard."
"I beg pardon, sir," further adventured Hobbs, "but I fancy not even
Mr. Blithers could move that young woman, sir, if she didn't 'appen
to want to be moved. Never in my life, sir, have I seen--"
"Run along, Hobbs," said the Prince. "Boiled guinea hen.


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