The Weak-Eyed Bat

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It was, thought professor Henry Frost, a pitiable state of affairs that he, a gentleman and a scholar, author of an authoritative work on the Ionic dialect in Homer, should have sired two such oddities as the Misses Joan and Susan Frost. In Joan's case his paternity was open to doubt, since the second Mrs. Frost had been notoriously liberal-minded along certain lines; but Susan was undoubtedly his own flesh and blood.

“A poor thing,” said Professor Frost over his bacon and eggs, “but mine own.”

Susan was, as usual, picking listlessly at her food in the faint hope that someone would comment on her lack of appetite. She raised her large doleful brown eyes at her father’s remark.

“What did you say, Father?” she asked in a voice which left no doubt that she was using up her last few pitiful ergs in an effort to be polite.

“I said,” Professor Frost said mildly, “that the bacon is delicious this morning.”

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