Thank You, Jeeves
Bertie Wooster was indignant—and with reason. The neighbors had dared to make a fuss about the assiduous practicing of his beloved banjolele. But a further blow was to come. “If,” said Jeeves, “it is really your intention to continue playing that instrument, I have no option but to leave.” Haughtily rejecting this ultimatum, Bertie sought refuge in a cottage owned by his buddy, Lord Chuffington. B...
Bertie Wooster was indignant—and with reason. The neighbors had dared to make a fuss about the assiduous practicing of his beloved banjolele. But a further blow was to come. “If,” said Jeeves, “it is really your intention to continue playing that instrument, I have no option but to leave.” Haughtily rejecting this ultimatum, Bertie sought refuge in a cottage owned by his buddy, Lord Chuffington. B...
