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The Diary of a Nobody
·
George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
41
AUGUST
20.—
I
am
glad
our
last
day
at
the
seaside
was
fine,
though
clouded
overhead.
We
went
over
to
Cummings’
(at
Margate)
in
the
evening,
and
as
it
was
cold,
we
stayed
in
and
played
games;
Gowing,
as
usual,
overstepping
the
mark.
He
suggested
we
should
play
“Cutlets,”
a
game
we
never
heard
of.
He
sat
on
a
chair,
and
asked
Carrie
to
sit
on
his
lap,
an
invitation
which
dear
Carrie
rightly
declined.
After
some
species
of
wrangling,
I
sat
on
Gowing’s
knees
and
Carrie
sat
on
the
edge
of
mine.
Lupin
sat
on
the
edge
of
Carrie’s
lap,
then
Cummings
on
Lupin’s,
and
Mrs.
Cummings
on
her
husband’s.
We
looked
very
ridiculous,
and
laughed
a
good
deal.
Gowing
then
said:
“Are
you
a
believer
in
the
Great
Mogul?”
We
had
to
answer
all
together:
“Yes—
oh,
yes!”
(three
times).
Gowing
said:
“So
am
I,”
and
suddenly
got
up.
The
result
of
this
stupid
joke
was
that
we
all
fell
on
the
ground,
and
poor
Carrie
banged
her
head
against
the
corner
of
the
fender.
Mrs.
Cummings
put
some
vinegar
on;
but
through
this
we
missed
the
last
train,
and
had
to
drive
back
to
Broadstairs,
which
cost
me
seven-and-sixpence.
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