It is snowing," said Mrs. Arbuthnot. "Worse luck!" growled I from behind my newspaper. "This unspeakable climate! Why can't we sack the Clerk of the Weather?" "Because he is a permanent official," said Joseph Jocelyn De Vere Vane-Anstruther, who was coming into the room. "And those are the people who run the benighted country.
Mrs. Fitz
Author: J.C. Snaith