Chapter 6: V

V Mrs. P. arouses us—George, the sluggard—The “weather forecast” swindle—Our luggage—Depravity of the small boy—The people gather round us—We drive off in great style, and arrive at Waterloo—Innocence of South Western Officials concerning such worldly things as trains—We are afloat, afloat in an open boat. It was Mrs. Poppets that woke me up next morning. She said: “Do you know that it’s nearly nine o’clock, sir?” “Nine o’ what?” I cried, starting up. “Nine o’clock,” s…