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Of course, Cyril doesn't sound just right for a butler, does it? But Snee is so so " "Isn't it?" says Vee. "I should call him Cyril." "We started in that way," says Doris, "but he asked us not to; said he preferred to be called Snee. It was unusual, and besides he had private reasons.
"You with a house of your own, and managing servants, and " "Oh!" remarks Doris, as she pushes the button. "I do hope you won't mind Cyril." "Mind who?" says Vee. "He he's our butler," explains Westy. "I suppose he's a very good butler, too the man at the employment agency said he was; but er " "I'm sure he is," puts in Doris, "even if he does look a little odd. Then there is his name Cyril Snee.
"I'm not complaining, ma'am," says Cyril; "but Cook, you see, she she didn't like it because of my bringing back the roast. And I'm not very good at dodging, ma'am." "Oh!" says Doris, shudderin'. "It struck me here, ma'am," says Cyril, indicatin' the exact spot. "Yes, yes, I see," says Doris. "I I'm sorry, Snee." "Not at all, ma'am," objects Cyril. "My fault entirely. I should have jumped quicker.
And it might have been the pudding. That wouldn't have hit so hard, but it would have splashed more. You see, ma'am, I " "Never mind, Snee," cuts in Doris, tryin' to stop him. "I don't, ma'am, I assure you," says Cyril, pluckin' a spray of parsley off his collar. "I was only going to remark what a wonderful true eye Cook has, ma'am; and her in liquor, at that." "Oh, oh!" squeals Doris panicky.
"Westy," says I, "do you want to accommodate Mr. Snee with a fresh chance of perfectin' himself for the Sublime Order?" He nods. So does Doris. "It's a unanimous vote, Cyril," says I. "You're fired. Not for failin' to duck the roast, understand, but because you're too gabby." "Thank you, sir," says he, actin' a little disappointed. "I am to leave at once, I suppose?"
It had a red heart on it, pierced by a dagger that was dropping red drops very sentimentally; and it said would she not hasten to take her vast beauty out in the moonlight, to walk with Herman under the quiet trees while the nightingale warbled and the snee, or sidehill mooney, called to its lovemate? And here, as they walked, they could plan their beautiful future together.
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