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Now the “J” Gwen had printed on the card was very badly done, but of course she was not going to agree that it was. “If you call that badly printed, she said, “your eye-sight certainly is defective.” “Didn’t I tell you so?” cried Richard triumphantly. Really, I believe Richard has some reason for wanting his eyes to be bad.

agree that his eyes were bad. He had already purchased some glasses. “How do they suit me?” he asked, putting them on. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” roared Gwen, “you look sillier than ever.” “Well,” said Richard, “I certainly did not realise how stupid you looked, until I put them on.”

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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 19 August 1933, Page 10

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Now the “J” Gwen had printed on the card was very badly done, but of course she was not going to agree that it was. “If you call that badly printed, she said, “your eye-sight certainly is defective.” “Didn’t I tell you so?” cried Richard triumphantly. Really, I believe Richard has some reason for wanting his eyes to be bad. agree that his eyes were bad. He had already purchased some glasses. “How do they suit me?” he asked, putting them on. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” roared Gwen, “you look sillier than ever.” “Well,” said Richard, “I certainly did not realise how stupid you looked, until I put them on.” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 19 August 1933, Page 10

Now the “J” Gwen had printed on the card was very badly done, but of course she was not going to agree that it was. “If you call that badly printed, she said, “your eye-sight certainly is defective.” “Didn’t I tell you so?” cried Richard triumphantly. Really, I believe Richard has some reason for wanting his eyes to be bad. agree that his eyes were bad. He had already purchased some glasses. “How do they suit me?” he asked, putting them on. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” roared Gwen, “you look sillier than ever.” “Well,” said Richard, “I certainly did not realise how stupid you looked, until I put them on.” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 19 August 1933, Page 10