fa-a-u-ther

Updated: June 10, 2025

There was an outburst of bassoon, clarionet, and fiddle, and the performance that followed was the most marvellous we had ever heard, especially when the big butcher fiddling all the time declared in a mighty solo, 'I am Jo Jo Jo Joseph! and having reiterated this information four or five times, inquired with equal pertinacity, 'Doth doth my fa-a-u-ther yet live? Poor Emily was fairly 'convulsed; she stuffed her handkerchief into her mouth, and grew so crimson that my mother was quite frightened, and very near putting her out at the little door of excommunication.

Charlotte Mary Yonge - Chantry House