instance of the way in which the march of modern civilisation has left the 1906 edition behind, I may mention that on page twenty-one I was able to make Ukridge speak of selling eggs at six for fivepence! 

                                                    Yours ever, P. G. WODEHOUSE London, 1920. 

 

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 LOVE AMONG THE CHICKENS 

 

 CHAPTER I 

 A LETTER WITH A POSTSCRIPT 

 "A gentleman called to see you when you were out last night, sir," said Mrs. Medley, my landlady, removing the last of the breakfast things. 

 "Yes?" I said, in my affable way. 

 "A gentleman," said Mrs. Medley meditatively, "with a very powerful voice." 

 "Caruso?" 

 "Sir?" 

 "I said, did he leave a name?" 

 "Yes, sir. Mr. Ukridge." 

 "Oh, my sainted aunt!" 

 "Sir!" 

 "Nothing, nothing." 

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