beverly-jones's

Updated: May 18, 2025

Beverly-Jones showed his new boat-house next and Poppleton knocked a hole in the side with a hammer to show that the lumber was too thin. "If that were my boat-house," he said, "I'd rip the outside clean off it and use shingle and stucco." It was, I noticed, Poppleton's plan first to imagine Beverly-Jones's things his own, and then to smash them, and then give them back smashed to Beverly-Jones.

Stephen Leacock - Frenzied Fiction

There is no hope, no outlet now till the first of September when my visit is to terminate. Either that or death. I do not greatly care which. I write this, where no human eye can see me, down by the pond they call it the lake at the foot of Beverly-Jones's estate. It is six o'clock in the morning. No one is up. For a brief hour or so there is peace.

Stephen Leacock - Frenzied Fiction