The Importance of Bread and Butter

My sister had a trenchant way of cutting our bread and butter for us that never varied. Joe several times invited me, by the display of his fast diminishing slice, to enter upon our usual friendly competition. But he found me each time with my yellow mug of tea on one knee and my untouched bread and butter on the other. At last, i desperately considered that the thing i contemplated must be done, and that it had best be done in the least improbable manner consistent with the circumstances. I resolved to put my hunk of bread and butter down the leg of my trousers. It was as if i had to make up my mind to leap from the top of a high house or plunge

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