Mrs. Mifsud, in the lead of the rescuing party, ran through the garden gate in time to see St. Elmo fall headlong, his feet having become entangled in the long rank grass near the fence.,
“All this turnin’ is good for the liver too you know,” she continued, as her son’s vinegary expression remained unaltered.,
“No, like a prima donna,” his sister retorted..
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