THE LAST WORD.
"Here, boy! Can you tell me the way to the Grand Hotel?" called the visitor. He had been exploring a new part of the front and wasn't quite sure of his wav back.
"Dunno," replied the boy. "Well, do you know where St. Feter's Church is?" "Dunno." The visitor looked puzzled. Then he tried again.
"Look here, then. Is Richmond street anywhere round here?" "Dunno."
"This isn't High street, js it?" was the next attempt. The visitor was almost giving up hope. . "Dunnj."
"You don't know much, do you?" exclaimed the visitor, at the end of his patience.
"Dunno—but I ain't lost myself, anyhow," retorted the boy.
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Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 150, 21 December 1929, Page 23
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110THE LAST WORD. Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 150, 21 December 1929, Page 23
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