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And
I
looked
round
,
and
found
I
had
forgotten
them
.
That
's
just
like
Harris
.
He
could
n't
have
said
a
word
until
I
'd
got
the
bag
shut
and
strapped
,
of
course
.
And
George
laughed
--
one
of
those
irritating
,
senseless
,
chuckle-headed
,
crack-jawed
laughs
of
his
.
They
do
make
me
so
wild
.
I
opened
the
bag
and
packed
the
boots
in
;
and
then
,
just
as
I
was
going
to
close
it
,
a
horrible
idea
occurred
to
me
.
Had
I
packed
my
tooth-brush
?
I
do
n't
know
how
it
is
,
but
I
never
do
know
whether
I
've
packed
my
tooth-brush
.
My
tooth-brush
is
a
thing
that
haunts
me
when
I
'm
travelling
,
and
makes
my
life
a
misery
.
I
dream
that
I
have
n't
packed
it
,
and
wake
up
in
a
cold
perspiration
,
and
get
out
of
bed
and
hunt
for
it
.
And
,
in
the
morning
,
I
pack
it
before
I
have
used
it
,
and
have
to
unpack
again
to
get
it
,
and
it
is
always
the
last
thing
I
turn
out
of
the
bag
;
and
then
I
repack
and
forget
it
,
and
have
to
rush
upstairs
for
it
at
the
last
moment
and
carry
it
to
the
railway
station
,
wrapped
up
in
my
pocket-handkerchief
.
Of
course
I
had
to
turn
every
mortal
thing
out
now
,
and
,
of
course
,
I
could
not
find
it
.
I
rummaged
the
things
up
into
much
the
same
state
that
they
must
have
been
before
the
world
was
created
,
and
when
chaos
reigned
.
Of
course
,
I
found
George
's
and
Harris
's
eighteen
times
over
,
but
I
could
n't
find
my
own
.
I
put
the
things
back
one
by
one
,
and
held
everything
up
and
shook
it
.
Then
I
found
it
inside
a
boot
.
I
repacked
once
more
.
When
I
had
finished
,
George
asked
if
the
soap
was
in
.
I
said
I
did
n't
care
a
hang
whether
the
soap
was
in
or
whether
it
was
n't
;
and
I
slammed
the
bag
to
and
strapped
it
,
and
found
that
I
had
packed
my
tobacco-pouch
in
it
,
and
had
to
re-open
it
.
It
got
shut
up
finally
at
10.05
p.m.
,
and
then
there
remained
the
hampers
to
do
.
Harris
said
that
we
should
be
wanting
to
start
in
less
than
twelve
hours
'
time
,
and
thought
that
he
and
George
had
better
do
the
rest
;
and
I
agreed
and
sat
down
,
and
they
had
a
go
.
They
began
in
a
light-hearted
spirit
,
evidently
intending
to
show
me
how
to
do
it
.
I
made
no
comment
;
I
only
waited
.
When
George
is
hanged
,
Harris
will
be
the
worst
packer
in
this
world
;
and
I
looked
at
the
piles
of
plates
and
cups
,
and
kettles
,
and
bottles
and
jars
,
and
pies
,
and
stoves
,
and
cakes
,
and
tomatoes
,
etc.
,
and
felt
that
the
thing
would
soon
become
exciting
.
It
did
.
They
started
with
breaking
a
cup
.
That
was
the
first
thing
they
did
.
They
did
that
just
to
show
you
what
they
could
do
,
and
to
get
you
interested
.
Then
Harris
packed
the
strawberry
jam
on
top
of
a
tomato
and
squashed
it
,
and
they
had
to
pick
out
the
tomato
with
a
teaspoon
.
And
then
it
was
George
's
turn
,
and
he
trod
on
the
butter
.
I
did
n't
say
anything
,
but
I
came
over
and
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
table
and
watched
them
.
It
irritated
them
more
than
anything
I
could
have
said
.
I
felt
that
.
It
made
them
nervous
and
excited
,
and
they
stepped
on
things
,
and
put
things
behind
them
,
and
then
could
n't
find
them
when
they
wanted
them
;
and
they
packed
the
pies
at
the
bottom
,
and
put
heavy
things
on
top
,
and
smashed
the
pies
in
.
They
upset
salt
over
everything
,
and
as
for
the
butter
!
I
never
saw
two
men
do
more
with
one-and-twopence
worth
of
butter
in
my
whole
life
than
they
did
.
After
George
had
got
it
off
his
slipper
,
they
tried
to
put
it
in
the
kettle
.
It
would
n't
go
in
,
and
what
was
in
would
n't
come
out
.
They
did
scrape
it
out
at
last
,
and
put
it
down
on
a
chair
,
and
Harris
sat
on
it
,
and
it
stuck
to
him
,
and
they
went
looking
for
it
all
over
the
room
.
