GOT NOTICE THEN.

New Zealand Tablet, 24 July 1919, Page 45

GOT NOTICE THEN.

Green had been in new lodgings just one week, and -had arrived at the conclusion that his tenancy would not be of long duration unless there was a material difference in the quality of the breakfast egg. He did not like to tell the landlady point-blank, so he adopted a round-about method of communicating his opinion on the subject. “Didn’t you tell me you were fond of reading Macaulay, Mrs. Bluff ?” he asked her, as he broke the shell of the egg. “It was my lamented favorite leading, Mi'. Green,” returned the widowed lady. “Ah ! Now I understand why you have your eggs from Italy.” “What ever makes you think that, sir? They came from a farm near here.” “Really!” exclaimed Green, with a pronounced, sniff. “These eggs remind me most forcibly of the “Lays of Ancient Rome.” Funny, isn’t it?” He had notice on the spot.