Horace Hardwick:
Mr. Travers is in trouble. He has practically put his foot right into a hornets' nest.
Bates:
But hornets' nests grow on trees, sir.
Horace Hardwick:
Never mind that. We have got to do something.
Bates:
What about rubbing it with butter, sir?
Horace Hardwick:
You blasted fool, you can't rub a girl with butter!
Bates:
My sister got into a hornets' nest and we rubbed HER with butter, sir!
Horace Hardwick:
That's the wrong treatment, you should've used mud - Never mind that!
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