you, old boy,' he said, chuckling round the stem of
his pipe, 'about the time when those two nippers of mine set fire to the
old market-woman's skirt because they saw her wrapping up sausages in a
poster of B.B.? Sneaked up behind her and set fire to it with a box of
matches. Burned her quite badly, I believe. Little beggars, eh? But keen as
mustard! That's a first-rate training they give them in the Spies nowadays
-- better than in my day, even. What d'you think's the latest thing they've
served them out with? Ear trumpets for listening through keyholes! My
little girl brought one home the other night -- tried it out on our
sitting-room door, and reckoned she could hear twice as much as with her
ear to the hole. Of course it's only a toy, mind you. Still, gives...