"
The mother agreed that it was well chosen.
"Where's Beatty's?" she asked.
"Here's Beatty's," said the boy; "I chose it. The one with the shrimp
on it. It says, 'At Breezy Brightbourne. From one giddy young shrimp
to another.' Jolly clever, isn't it? And this is for Mr. Hatton,
because he's so fond of beer. You see there's a glass of beer, and
it says underneath, 'Come where the girls are bright and the tonic's
all right.' There was another one with a bottle called 'The Spirit of
Brightbourne,' but we thought beer was best."
"What about Uncle?" the mother asked.
"Oh!" said the girl, "there's a lovely one for him. Three men on their
hands and knees licking up the whisky spilt from broken bottles."
"Good Heavens!" said the father, "you can't send him that."
"I think not," said the mother. "If you sent Uncle that, all the fat
would be in the fire."
"It's very funny," said the boy.
"Funny, yes," said the father. "But funniness can be very dangerous.
Good Heavens!" and he mopped his brow, "you gave me quite a turn.
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