'"Come, Teddie, it's time you were in your little bed, you know," said Luke Steffink to his thirteen-year-old son.
"That's where we all ought to be," said Mrs Steffink.
"There wouldn't be room," said Bertie.
The remark was considered to border on the scandalous; everybody ate raisins and almonds with the nervous industry of sheep feeding during threatening weather.'
from Bertie's Christmas Eve, a piece in The Toys of Peace by Saki
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