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Happy Days by A. A. Milne

Happy Days


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A collection of humorous pieces written by Milne for Punch and collected in 1915. A familiarity with early 20th century English society will help you better appreciate the humour, and some of the terminology might be unfamiliar, but it’s pleasantly light-hearted and nostalgic feel makes for an easy read.

280 pages with a reading time of ~4.25 hours (70000 words), and first published in 1915. This DRM-Free edition published by epubBooks, .

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When Margery was three months old I wrote a letter to her mother:

_Dear Madam_,--If you have a copy in Class D at 1/10d. net, I shall
be glad to hear from you.

                                 I am,
                                   ~The Baby's Uncle~.

On Tuesday I got an answer by the morning post:

_Dear Sir_,--In reply to yours: How dare you insult my child? She is
in Class A1, priceless and bought in by the owner. Four months old
(and two days) on Christmas Day. Fancy!

                                 I am,
                                   ~The Baby's Mother~.

Margery had been getting into an expensive way of celebrating her birthday every week. Hitherto I had ignored it. But now I wrote:

_Dear Madam_,--Automatically your baby should be in Class D by now.
I cannot understand why it is not so. Perhaps I shall hear from you
later on with regard to this. Meanwhile I think that the
extraordinary coincidence (all but two days) of the baby's birthday
with Christmas Day calls for some recognition on my part. What would
Margery like? You, who are in constant communication with her,
should be able to tell me. I hear coral necklaces well spoken of.
What do you think? I remember reading once of a robber who "killed a
little baby for the coral on its neck"--which shows at any rate that
they are worn. Do you know how coral reefs are made? It is a most
fascinating business.

Then there is a silver mug to be considered. The only thing you can
drink out of a mug is beer; yet it is a popular present. Perhaps
you, with your (supposed) greater knowledge of babies, will explain

                                 Meanwhile, I am,
                                   ~The Baby's Uncle~.

P. S.--Which is a much finer thing than a mother.

To which her mother:

_My Dear Boy_,--It is too sweet of you to say you would like to get
Baby something. No, I don't know how coral reefs are made, and don't
want to. I think it is wicked of you to talk like that; I'm sure I
shan't dare let her wear anything valuable now. And I don't think
she really wants a mug.

I'm sure I don't know what she does want, except to see her uncle
(There!) but it ought to be something that she'll value when she
grows up. And of course we could keep it for her in the meantime.

Her Father has smoked his last cigar to-day. Isn't it awful? I have
forbidden him to waste his money on any more, but he says he must
give me 500 for a Christmas present. If he does, I shall give him
that sideboard that I want so badly, and then we shall both go to
prison together. You will look after Baby, won't you?

                                 I am,
                                   ~The Baby's Mother.~

P. S.--Which she isn't proud, but does think it's a little bit
classier than an uncle.

And so finally, I:

_Dear Child_,--I've thought of the very thing.

                                 I am,
                                 ~The Baby's Uncle.~