Apply by letter to Merrett, Barnacle, and Company, Hawk Street, London." I jumped up as if I had been shot, and rushed headlong with the paper to my uncle's study.
"Look at this, uncle! This will do, I say! Read it, please." My uncle read it gravely, and then pushed the paper from him.
"Absurd.

You would not do at all.

That is not one of those I marked, is it ?" "No.

But they were all awful.

I say, uncle, let's try for this." My uncle stared at me, and I looked anxiously at my uncle.
"Fred," said he sternly, "I'm sorry to see you making a fool of yourself.