Windsor Magazine/Volume 41/Rosemary for Remembrance

ROSEMARY FOR REMEMBRANCE
By A. A. MILNE

I. An Opening.
WHEN I have shaken hands with my hostess and apologised for being so late, I never know what to do next. Some men make a beeline for the son of the house and ask him what's for dinner, but I have been better brought up. Generally I find myself standing first on one leg and then on the other, fingering my tie, and wondering if there is anyone present who would like me to point out that the day has been a beautiful one.
I was carrying on in this way when my host came up to me.
"You're taking in Miss Daintry," he said. "I don't think you know her." He brought me up to a lonely girl and explained: "This is Mr. William Denny." I bowed and said to myself: "Her nose is too short." It is not, of course, a remark which one makes aloud. I then prepared to say something pleasant to her.
But what?
"Are you the William Denny?" she said brightly, just as I was thinking of something.
As soon as the ice is broken, I am all right. Anyway, I am always fluent—and, I think, well informed—on the subject of myself.
"I seem to be to-night," I said. I wondered who the other—the famous William Denny—was, or if she could possibly have read my li

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