  Anyway, here are Eve and uncle entrenched under the dining-room table. Eve is saying, “Are your teeth chattering, dear?” which is annoying uncle, for, as Eve well knows, they are up in the glass on his dressing-table Soon the Zeppelins passed away, and uncle, who had suffered severely down the stairs, made a slow but comfortable recovery —And is now having the time of his life in London, where admiring crowds of both sexes take him for a wounded hero straight from the front. Uncle Fred is himself beginning to believe he has been there |
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