Plum Pie
P. G. Wodehouse
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 1590200101
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Plum Pie is perhaps Wodehouse's best-loved short story collection--no surprise as it features a true Wodehouse trifecta--Jeeves, golf, and Blandings Castle.
'Gosh'?" "I couldn't help it." "Don't be an ass. Anybody can help saying 'Gosh'. It only requires will-power. What are you, a reporter?" "No, just a friend." Bingo had never heard the howl of a timber wolf which had stubbed its toe on a rock while hurrying through a Canadian forest, but he thought it must closely resemble the sound that nearly cracked his ear drum. "A friend, eh? You are, are you? No doubt one of the friends who have led the ivory-skulled little moron astray and started her
sometimes go wrong. The poet Burns has pointed this out to his public. 'Gang agley' was how he put it, for he did not spell very well, but it meant the same thing. And if this one went agley, what would the harvest be? He fell asleep still wondering if he dared risk it. But the next morning he was his courageous self again. The luncheon hour found him in the offices of Charles ('Charlie Always Pays') Pikelet, the well-known turf accountant, handing over the cash, and at 2.13 sharp he was in a
Chronicle. 'A talented bit of all right'—Hull Daily News. 'Beauty and dignity combined'—Wigan Intelligencer. Don't you fret yourself, cocky, Trix'll give you your money's worth. And talking of that, how much does the part pay?" "I was thinking of a fiver." "Make it ten." "Right ho." "Or, rather, fifteen. That way you'll get every ounce of zest and co-operation." I was in no mood to haggle. Aunt Dahlia had rung up while I was breakfasting to tell me that Honoria Glossop had told her that she
today is, I suppose, the Russian, and one can readily understand why. If you live in a country where, when winter sets in, your nose turns blue and has to be rubbed with snow, it is difficult to be rollicking even when primed with two or three stiff vodkas. Khrushchev in the days when he was out and about was probably considered Russia's top funny man—at least if you were domiciled in Moscow and didn't think so, you would have done well to keep it to yourself—and he never got beyond the
going at the time when I was hoofing it from agent to agent—but I've heard of him from Freddie Widgeon and Oofy Prosser." "Yes, he said they were friends of his." "He'd revise that view if he could listen to them talking about him. Oofy in particular. Jas Waterbury once chiselled him out of two thousand pounds." I was amazed. "He chiselled Oofy out of two thousand pounds?" I gasped, wondering if I could believe my e. Oofy is the Drones Club millionaire, but it is well known that it's