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The Diary of a Nobody
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George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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However,
Mrs.
James
brought
me
down
another
shirt,
which
I
changed
in
the
drawing-room.
I
put
a
piece
of
court-plaster
on
my
chin,
and
Sarah
very
neatly
sewed
up
the
tear
at
the
knee.
At
nine
o’clock
Carrie
swept
into
the
room,
looking
like
a
queen.
Never
have
I
seen
her
look
so
lovely,
or
so
distinguished.
She
was
wearing
a
satin
dress
of
sky-blue—
my
favourite
colour—
and
a
piece
of
lace,
which
Mrs.
James
lent
her,
round
the
shoulders,
to
give
a
finish.
I
thought
perhaps
the
dress
was
a
little
too
long
behind,
and
decidedly
too
short
in
front,
but
Mrs.
James
said
it
was
à
la
mode.
Mrs.
James
was
most
kind,
and
lent
Carrie
a
fan
of
ivory
with
red
feathers,
the
value
of
which,
she
said,
was
priceless,
as
the
feathers
belonged
to
the
Kachu
eagle—
a
bird
now
extinct.
I
preferred
the
little
white
fan
which
Carrie
bought
for
three-and-six
at
Shoolbred’s,
but
both
ladies
sat
on
me
at
once.
We
arrived
at
the
Mansion
House
too
early,
which
was
rather
fortunate,
for
I
had
an
opportunity
of
speaking
to
his
lordship,
who
graciously
condescended
to
talk
with
me
some
minutes;
but
I
must
say
I
was
disappointed
to
find
he
did
not
even
know
Mr.
Perkupp,
our
principal.
I
felt
as
if
we
had
been
invited
to
the
Mansion
House
by
one
who
did
not
know
the
Lord
Mayor
himself.
Crowds
arrived,
and
I
shall
never
forget
the
grand
sight.
My
humble
pen
can
never
describe
it.
I
was
a
little
annoyed
with
Carrie,
who
kept
saying:
“Isn’t
it
a
pity
we
don’t
know
anybody?”
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