The Shallow end: Deep down, he's really Shallow

I FREQUENTLY HAVE the privilege of visiting the household of Robert Shallow, and I find pleasure in the robust chatter, only half‐humorous nostalgia, intellectual stimulus and good red biddy which he and his charming wife dispense joyfully to the weary traveller. 1 like bouncing around with the dear children, though I usually break my glasses. There is a price to pay. The red biddy has its effects, too, I notice, as I grow older.