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"Oh! just one. Rather an old fool, I believe. Doesn't know much, but he does what he's told. And that's a great thing, isn't it?"
Lady Coote agreed that it was with a depth of feeling in her voice that would have been invaluable to her as an emotional actress. They began to discourse on the iniquities of gardeners.
Meanwhile the expedition was doing well. The principal emporium of Market Basing had been invaded and the sudden demand for alarum clocks was considerably puzzling the proprietor.
"I wish we’' got Bundle here," murmured Bill.
"You know her, don't you, Jimmy? Oh, you'd like her. She's a splendid girl!—a real good sport—and mark you, she's got brains too. You know her, Ronny?"
Ronny shook his head.
"Don't know Bundle? Where have you been vegetating? She's simply it."
"Be a bit more subtle, Bill," said Socks. "Stop blethering about your lady friends and get on with the business."
Mr. Murgatroyd, owner of Murgatroyd's Stores, burst into eloquence.
"If you'll allow me to advise you, Miss, I should say—not the 7/11 one. It's a good clock—I'm not running it down, mark you, but I should strongly advise this kind at 10/6. Well worth the extra money. Reliability, you understand. I shouldn’t like you to say afterwards—"