”“Don’t talk to me about reducing,” sighed Helen. Jake’s leg was mending at last; he was expected to be out of hospital soon after Wembley and riding again by the spring. She didn’t know any schoolboys; all her brothers were older. When’s Rupert leaving?”“Lunchtime on Monday week.
Bodkin’s been chuntering. He could have gone higher; and, oh Jake, he was so delighted to be in the money again. The following Sunday, the last before Christmas, Janey and Billy lay in bed reading the papers. “How do you keep so fit?” she asked, looking at his waistline.
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