Sentence The Threehundredandfiftyeighth

Auntie Crist had been enjoying a pleasant afternoon with her cousin Peterkin Peterson, to whom she referred in public more formally as Bishop Peter, who had just arrived from his Palace in Goole, accompanied by his Chaplain, Lemuel Gallivant and his Reader, Mrs Kitty O'Toole, and they had all been happily sipping a palliative sherry fortified with an island malt, and taking turns to compose impromptu Limericks, when the phone rang and she took the call from Roxy – who sounded to be at

 

a fever pitch of excitement – and admitted that she was confused: “I thought the Cave Woman, Umm, was discovered to be Patience Scott,” and Roxy explained: “there are two Umms – the one found with Thomas Learmonth has indeed revealed herself to be Miss Scott, but the other, discovered on the far side of the Eildons, wandering in a dazed state of shock and confusion, and belatedly taken to the BGH after spending a day and night in Huntlyburn Psychiatric Unit, is the one I have been working with; so far as she is aware, she has always been one of the Cave people, her earliest memories are of the Cavern, and she was one of three Umms until just a few days ago” and Auntie Crist nodded to herself, understanding that in the world of the Cave People, names were probably in rather short supply and not necessarily considered to be of the first importance: “so what can I do for you, Roxy, dearest?” and her niece explained and her Aunt understood: “of course, darling; you are in luck, for Professor Wilfred Bramble has just arrived and has been telling me about a new piece of equipment he is testing which is a portable Geo/Phys magnetometer and perfect for what you are talking about, it's the real deal, not one of those fake things rigged up from a metal detector and a transistor radio, and he says it can take hours off the work of divining what's beneath the surface, days even; what say you and Miss – Bennett, you said? - you and Miss Bennett sit tight and I'll be there before you can say Hickory Dick; the Professor is just having a cup of tea with the other Wise Men, the ones who are searching for those Ley Lines, but from my knowledge of him when he was one of my pupils, I think I can safely say that for all he may look a bit of a lunkhead he will not delay when there is such a promising possibility as you have described, my darling,” and Roxy almost jumped with joy, but instead gave Lizzie a hug and a mash of a kiss and fair danced her around the new flowering broom!