Lab
Library
Journal
Shop
Sign in
to keep
Share image
1
264
Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
158
It
was
with
something
of
the
emotions
of
one
preparing
a
treat
for
a
deserving
child
that
I
finished
my
tea
and
rolled
over
for
that
extra
spot
of
sleep
which
just
makes
all
the
difference
when
there
is
man’s
work
to
be
done
and
the
brain
must
be
kept
clear
for
it.
And
when
I
came
downstairs
an
hour
or
so
later,
I
knew
how
right
I
had
been
to
formulate
this
scheme
for
Gussie’s
bucking
up.
I
ran
into
him
on
the
lawn,
and
I
could
see
at
a
glance
that
if
ever
there
was
a
man
who
needed
a
snappy
stimulant,
it
was
he.
All
nature,
as
I
have
indicated,
was
smiling,
but
not
Augustus
Fink-Nottle.
He
was
walking
round
in
circles,
muttering
something
about
not
proposing
to
detain
us
long,
but
on
this
auspicious
occasion
feeling
compelled
to
say
a
few
words.
“Ah,
Gussie,”
I
said,
arresting
him
as
he
was
about
to
start
another
lap.
“A
lovely
morning,
is
it
not?”
Even
if
I
had
not
been
aware
of
it
already,
I
could
have
divined
from
the
abruptness
with
which
he
damned
the
lovely
morning
that
he
was
not
in
merry
mood.
I
addressed
myself
to
the
task
of
bringing
the
roses
back
to
his
cheeks.
“I’ve
got
good
news
for
you,
Gussie.”
He
looked
at
me
with
a
sudden
sharp
interest.
“Has
Market
Snodsbury
Grammar
School
burned
down?”
“Not
that
I
know
of.”
“Have
mumps
broken
out?
Is
the
place
closed
on
account
of
measles?”
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
