av-en-ue

Updated: June 8, 2025

Sure enough, the next moment a woolly head popped through the opening, and a pair of rolling eyes gleamed up at the old Etonian. "Why, Sam!" said Psmith cordially, "this is well met! I remember you. Yes, indeed, I do. Wasn't you the feller with the open umbereller that I met one rainy morning on the Av-en-ue? What, are you coming up? Sam, I hate to do it, but " A yell rang out.

P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse - Psmith, Journalist