A GENTLE HINT
Northern Scot and Moray & Nairn Express, Saturday 23 June 1906
A GENTLE HINT.
“Well, Snooker,” said his friend, with a smile that meant volumes, “you didn’t stay very long at the squire’s house last night. Nothing wrong, I hope?”
“Oh, no!” Snooker casually replied, “I was merely saying a few pleasant little things to his daughter, when the old chap suddenly took us by surprise and gave me a gentle hint to go.”
“He’s rather good at hinting. How did he work it?”
“He merely gave me my hat, opened the door, and just as he was raising his right foot it slowly dawned upon me that I wasn’t wanted, so I thought I’d better go!”