The History of Mr Polly


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We sat about among the debreece and had a bit of an argument. I told  
him he oughtn't to come out wearing such a dangerous hat--flying at  
things. Said if he couldn't control his hat he ought to leave it at  
home. High old jawbacious argument we had, I tell you. 'I tell you,  
sir--' 'I tell you, sir.' Waw-waw-waw. Infuriacious. But that's the  
sort of thing that's constantly happening you know--on a bicycle.  
People run into you, hens and cats and dogs and things. Everything  
seems to have its mark on you; everything."  
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You never run into anything."  
Never. Swelpme," said Mr. Polly very solemnly.  
Never, 'E say!" squealed Minnie. "Hark at 'im!" and relapsed into a  
condition that urgently demanded back thumping. "Don't be so silly,"  
said Miriam, thumping hard.  
Mr. Polly had never been such a social success before. They hung upon  
his every word--and laughed. What a family they were for laughter! And  
he loved laughter. The background he apprehended dimly; it was very  
much the sort of background his life had always had. There was a  
threadbare tablecloth on the table, and the slop basin and teapot did  
not go with the cups and saucers, the plates were different again, the  
knives worn down, the butter lived in a greenish glass dish of its  
own. Behind was a dresser hung with spare and miscellaneous crockery,  
with a workbox and an untidy work-basket, there was an ailing musk  
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