Mrs. Jones was reading a letter at breakfast.
Suddenly she looked up suspiciously at her husband.
“Henry,” she said, “I’ve just received a letter from
mother saying she isn’t accepting our invitation to come and stay,
as we do not appear to want her. What does she mean by that?
I told you to write and say that she was to come at her own convenience.
You did write, didn’t you?”
“Er, yes, I did,” said the husband. “But I, I couldn’t spell ‘convenience,’ so I
made it ‘risk.’”
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