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Show He Knew. A small boy brought up by a fire-eating fire-eating father to hate anything connected con-nected with England or the English was consigned recently to eat dinner with the nurse while the family entertained enter-tained a genuine English lord in the dining room. The grown-ups' meal had come to that "twenty minutes past" stage where conversation halts directly, direct-ly, when a childish treble fell upon the dumb-waiter shaft from the kitchen. This is what the astonished nobleman heard: "Fe, fl. fo, fum, "I smell the blood of an English-mun." English-mun." Wasp. |