The Tankard himself was inclined to make light of the whole affair, urging modestly that his profession, that of a fruit-farmer, gave him perhaps a certain advantage over his fellow-men when it came to dealing with wasps. 'Why, sometimes in the picking season,' said the Tankard, 'I've had as many as six standing on each individual plum, rolling their eyes at me and daring me to come on.' Mr Mulliner looked up from his hot Scotch and lemon. 'Suppose they had been gorillas?' he said. The Tankard considered this. 'There wouldn't be room,' he argued, 'not on an ordinary-sized plum.' 'Gorillas?' said a Small Bass, puzzled. 'And I'm sure if it had been a gorilla Mr Bunyan would have squashed it just the same,' said Miss Postlethwaite, and she gazed at the Tankard with wholehearted admiration in her eyes. Mr Mulliner smiled gently. 'Strange,' he said, 'how even in these orderly civilized days women still worship heroism in the male. Offer them wealth, brains, looks, amiability, skill at card-tricks or at playing the ukelele ...
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