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Updated: May 1, 2025
I knew it was you all along. That is why I went along with your silly little game. Had it been anyone but you, I'd not have left my work for a moment to play such a game. But no harm done, right? Here, take these little gemstones away. I don't really need them. All part of the game, though, you know. Well, I do have work to do now ... Toodle-oo!"
"Oh, no," said Freddie uncomfortably. "Any time you're passing . . . !" "Awfully good . . . Well, good-bye." "Toodle-oo!" "Maybe we'll meet again some day." "I hope so. Absolutely!" There was a little scurry of feet. Something warm and soft pressed for an instant against Freddie's cheek, and, as he stumbled back, Nelly Bryant skipped up the steps and vanished through the door. "Good God!"
Awfully glad to have seen something of you, and all that sort of rot. Pip-pip!" "Toodle-oo!" He sallied forth, having told all those bally lies with the clear, blue, pop-eyed gaze of a young child. I rang for Jeeves. You know, ever since last night I had been exercising the old bean to some extent, and a good deal of light had dawned upon me. "Jeeves!" "Sir?"
Well, then that's just the thing. Topping! I knew I could rely on you, old bird. I'll get Lucille to ship her round to your address when she arrives. I fancy she's due to totter in somewhere in the next few days. Well, I must be popping. Toodle-oo!" "Pip-pip!" said Reggie.
You can sign bills for any reasonable amount any time you want a cigar or a stick of chocolate. Well, toodle-oo!" "Stop!" "Now what?" "How much do you want for that damned shop?" "I don't want money.-I want a job.-If you are going to take my life-work away from me, you ought to give me something else to do." "What job?" "You suggested it yourself the other day. I want to manage your new hotel."
"Good-bye, Major Selby." "Good-bye." "Good-bye, Mr Rooke." Freddie awoke from another reverie. "Eh? Oh, I say, half a jiffy. I think I may as well be toddling along myself. About time I was getting back to dress for dinner and all that. See you home, may I, and then I'll get a taxi at Victoria. Toodle-oo, everybody." Freddie escorted Nelly through the hall and opened the front door for her.
Well, toodle-oo, mes enfants. Be careful with those Spads. They were built for flyers." "You be careful that you don't fall out of that motor cycle side car on the way back," Yancey retorted. "They look like baby carriages, but they're not." As Smoot walked away, stung by this last retort, Yancey turned to Hampden and Siddons. "How'd you like to have a flyer like that in this outfit?" he asked.
There's an early rehearsal of 'Ask Dad' to-morrow morning, and I must be toddling. Rummy the thing should be called 'Ask Dad, when that's just what I'm not going to do. See what I mean, what, what? Well, pip-pip!" "Toodle-oo!" I said sadly, and the blighter scudded off. I dived for the phone and called up George Caffyn. "I say, George, what's all this about Cyril Bassington-Bassington?"
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