P. G. Wodehouse
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"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Barbara. "I'm afraid I put you off. I was only saying that I always wonder why tees are called tees."
"I am afraid I cannot tell you off-hand," he said. "But I will make a point of consulting some good encyclopaedia at the earliest opportunity."
"Thank you so much."
"Not at all. It will be a pleasure. In case you were thinking of inquiring at the moment when I am putting why greens are called greens, may I venture the suggestion now that it is because they are green?"
And, so saying, George Parsloe stalked to his ball and found it nestling in the heart of some shrub of which, not being a botanist, I cannot give you the name. It was a
