Sentence The Fourhundredandseventieth

“Don't glower so, Mr Boo,

Though we're flccipend to you,

But when Tiffin comes round,

And the Tea Gongs resound,

We'll snap our galluses too!”

said the Duke of Albany as he sat by the fireside in his study, a dressing gown over his pyjamas, Moroccan slippers on his feet and a red fez upon his head, sipping a Manhattan brought by his young valet, and indicated to his visitors where to sit and ordered the boy to fetch drinks for them.