Bother the jam and the
equipment!
Kipling - Poems
G.
Angry with you, love!
Of course not.
I was angry with myself.
I'd lost my temper over the saddlery--Don't hide your face, Pussy. I
want to kiss it.
Bends lower, Mrs. G. slides right arm round his neck. Several interludes
and much sobbing.
Mrs. G. (In a whisper. ) I didn't mean about the jam when I came in to
tell you-- CAPT. G.
Bother the jam and the equipment! (Interlude. )
Mrs. G. (Still more faintly. ) My finger wasn't scalded at all. I--wanted
to speak to you about--about--something else, and--I didn't know how.
Capt. G. Speak away, then. (Looking into her eyes. ) Eh! Wha-at? Minnie!
Here, don't go away! You don't mean?
I'd lost my temper over the saddlery--Don't hide your face, Pussy. I
want to kiss it.
Bends lower, Mrs. G. slides right arm round his neck. Several interludes
and much sobbing.
Mrs. G. (In a whisper. ) I didn't mean about the jam when I came in to
tell you-- CAPT. G.
Bother the jam and the equipment! (Interlude. )
Mrs. G. (Still more faintly. ) My finger wasn't scalded at all. I--wanted
to speak to you about--about--something else, and--I didn't know how.
Capt. G. Speak away, then. (Looking into her eyes. ) Eh! Wha-at? Minnie!
Here, don't go away! You don't mean?
