First an impression of Mrs. Punt on the right speaking in a refined

undertone: "You didn't, I suppose, Mr. Polly, think to 'ave your

poor dear father post-mortemed--"

Lady on the left side breaking in: "I was just reminding Grace of the

dear dead days beyond recall--"

Attempted reply to Mrs. Punt: "Didn't think of it for a moment. Can't

give you a piece of this brawn, can I?"

Fragment from the left: "Grace and Beauty they used to call us and we

used to sit at the same desk--"

Mrs. Punt, breaking out suddenly: "Don't swaller your fork, Willy.

You see, Mr. Polly, I used to 'ave a young gentleman, a medical

student, lodging with me--"

Voice from down the table: "'Am, Alfred? I didn't give you very much."

Bessie became evident at the back of Mr. Polly's chair, struggling

wildly to get past. Mr. Polly did his best to be helpful. "Can you get

past? Lemme sit forward a bit. Urr-oo! Right O."

Lady to the left going on valiantly and speaking to everyone who cares

to listen, while Mrs. Johnson beams beside her: "There she used to sit

as bold as brass, and the fun she used to make of things no one

The History of Mr Polly