Short Fiction by P. G. Wodehouse (me reader .txt) ๐
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P. G. Wodehouse was an incredibly prolific writer who sold short stories to publications around the world throughout his career. The settings of his stories range from the casinos of Monte Carlo to the dance halls of New York, often taking detours into rural English life, where we follow his wide variety of distinctive characters and their trials, tribulations and follies.
The stories in this volume consist of most of what is available in U.S. public domain, with the exception of some stories which were never anthologized, and stories that are collected in themed volumes (Jeeves Stories, Ukridge Stories, and School Stories). They are ordered by the date they first appeared in magazine form.
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Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint When Papa Swore in Hindustani Tom, Dick, and Harry In Alcala I II III IV V VI Out of School Ahead of Schedule By Advice of Counsel Deep Waters Misunderstood Rough-Hew Them How We Will The Goalkeeper and the Plutocrat The Good Angel The Man Upstairs The Man, the Maid, and the Miasma When Doctors Disagree Pots OโMoney The Best Sauce Three from Dunsterville Disentangling Old Duggie Ruth in Exile Sir Agravaine The Man Who Disliked Cats The Tuppenny Millionaire Something to Worry About Crowned Heads Death at the Excelsior I II III IV V VI VII One Touch of Nature At Geisenheimerโs Bill the Bloodhound Black for Luck Concealed Art The Making of Macโs The Mixer I: He Meets a Shy Gentleman II: He Moves in Society The Romance of an Ugly Policeman The Test Case Wiltonโs Holiday The Man with Two Left Feet A Sea of Troubles Absent Treatment Mister Potter Takes a Rest Cure Lord Emsworth Acts for the Best Colophon Uncopyright ImprintThis ebook is the product of many hours of hard work by volunteers for Standard Ebooks, and builds on the hard work of other literature lovers made possible by the public domain.
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When Papa Swore in HindustaniโSylvia!โ
โYes, papa.โ
โThat infernal dog of yoursโ โโ
โOh, papa!โ
โYes, that infernal dog of yours has been at my carnations again!โ
Colonel Reynolds, V.C., glared sternly across the table at Miss Sylvia Reynolds, and Miss Sylvia Reynolds looked in a deprecatory manner back at Colonel Reynolds, V.C.; while the dog in questionโ โa foppish pugโ โhappening to meet the colonelโs eye in transit, crawled unostentatiously under the sideboard, and began to wrestle with a bad conscience.
โOh, naughty Tommy!โ said Miss Reynolds mildly, in the direction of the sideboard.
โYes, my dear,โ assented the colonel; โand if you could convey to him the information that if he does it once moreโ โyes, just once more!โ โI shall shoot him on the spot you would be doing him a kindness.โ And the colonel bit a large crescent out of his toast, with all the energy and conviction of a man who has thoroughly made up his mind. โAt six oโclock this morning,โ continued he, in a voice of gentle melancholy, โI happened to look out of my bedroom window, and saw him. He had then destroyed two of my best plants, and was commencing on a third, with every appearance of self-satisfaction. I threw two large brushes and a boot at him.โ
โOh, papa! They didnโt hit him?โ
โNo, my dear, they did not. The brushes missed him by several yards, and the boot smashed a fourth carnation. However, I was so fortunate as to attract his attention, and he left off.โ
โI canโt think what makes him do it. I suppose itโs bones. Heโs got bones buried all over the garden.โ
โWell, if he does it again, youโll find that there will be a few more bones buried in the garden!โ said the colonel grimly; and he subsided into his paper.
Sylvia loved the dog partly for its own sake, but principally for that of the giver, one Reginald Dallas, whom it had struck at an early period of their acquaintance that he and Miss Sylvia Reynolds were made for one another. On communicating this discovery to Sylvia herself he had found that her views upon the subject were identical with his own; and all would have gone well had it not been for a melancholy accident.
One day while out shooting with the colonel, with whom he was doing his best to ingratiate himself, with a view to obtaining his consent to the match, he had allowed his sporting instincts to carry him away to such a degree that, in sporting parlance, he wiped his eye badly. Now, the colonel prided himself with justice on his powers as a shot; but on this particular day he had a touch of liver, which resulted in his shooting over the birds, and under the birds, and on each side of the birds, but very rarely at the birds. Dallas being in especially good form, it was found, when the bag came to be counted, that, while he had shot seventy brace, the colonel had only managed to secure five and a half!
His bad marksmanship destroyed the last remnant of his temper. He swore for half an hour in Hindustani, and for another half-hour in English. After that he felt better. And when, at the end of dinner, Sylvia came to him with the absurd request that she might marry Mr. Reginald Dallas he did not have a fit, but merely signified in fairly moderate terms his entire and absolute refusal to think of such a thing.
This had happened a month before, and the pug, which had changed hands in the earlier days of the friendship, still remained, at the imminent risk of its life,
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