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Book, page 150 / 221 him it must be referred. "Good Heavens alive!" thundered Penfentenyou. "I told you to get that settled last Christmas." "It was the middle of the house-party season," said the Agent-General mildly. "Lord Lundie's at Credence Green now--he spends his holidays there. It's only forty miles off." "Shan't I disturb his Holiness?" said Penfentenyou heavily. "Perhaps 'my sort of questions,"' he snorted, "mayn't be discussed except at midnight." "Oh, don't be a child," I said. "What this country needs," said Penfentenyou, "is--" and for ten minutes he trumpeted rebellion. "What you need is to pay for your own protection," I cut in when he drew breath, and I showed him a yellowish paper, supplied gratis by Government, which is called Schedule D. To my merciless delight he had never seen the thing before, and I completed my victory over him and all the Colonies with a Brassey's "Naval Annual" and a "Statesman's Year Book." The Agent-General interposed with agent-generalities (but they were merely provocateurs) about Ties of Sentiment. "They be blowed!" said Penfentenyou. "What's the good of sentiment towards a Kindergarten?" "Quite so. Ties of common funk are the things that bind us together; and the sooner you new nations realize it the better. What you need is an annual invasion. Then you'd grow up." "Thank you! Thank you!" said the Agent-General. "That's what I am always trying to tell my people." "But, my dear fool," Penfentenyou almost wept, "do you pretend that these banana-fingered amateurs at home are grown up?"
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