Lab
Library
Journal
Shop
Sign in
to keep
Share image
1
264
Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
186
“Oh,
ah,”
said
Gussie,
getting
the
trend.
He
relaxed.
“The
prizes,
eh?
Of
course,
yes.
Right-ho.
Yes,
might
as
well
be
shoving
along
with
it.
What’s
this
one?”
“Spelling
and
dictation--P.K.
Purvis,”
announced
the
bearded
bloke.
“Spelling
and
dictation--P.K.
Purvis,”
echoed
Gussie,
as
if
he
were
calling
coals.
“Forward,
P.K.
Purvis.”
Now
that
the
whistle
had
been
blown
on
his
speech,
it
seemed
to
me
that
there
was
no
longer
any
need
for
the
strategic
retreat
which
I
had
been
planning.
I
had
no
wish
to
tear
myself
away
unless
I
had
to.
I
mean,
I
had
told
Jeeves
that
this
binge
would
be
fraught
with
interest,
and
it
was
fraught
with
interest.
There
was
a
fascination
about
Gussie’s
methods
which
gripped
and
made
one
reluctant
to
pass
the
thing
up
provided
personal
innuendoes
were
steered
clear
of.
I
decided,
accordingly,
to
remain,
and
presently
there
was
a
musical
squeaking
and
P.K.
Purvis
climbed
the
platform.
The
spelling-and-dictation
champ
was
about
three
foot
six
in
his
squeaking
shoes,
with
a
pink
face
and
sandy
hair.
Gussie
patted
his
hair.
He
seemed
to
have
taken
an
immediate
fancy
to
the
lad.
“You
P.K.
Purvis?”
“Sir,
yes,
sir.”
“It’s
a
beautiful
world,
P.K.
Purvis.”
“Sir,
yes,
sir.”
“Ah,
you’ve
noticed
it,
have
you?
Good.
You
married,
by
any
chance?”
“Sir,
no,
sir.”
“Get
married,
P.K.
Purvis,”
said
Gussie
earnestly.
“It’s
the
only
life
...
Well,
here’s
your
book.
Looks
rather
bilge
to
me
from
a
glance
at
the
title
page,
but,
such
as
it
is,
here
you
are.”
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
