October 6, 2025 • 10 mins
18 - Journey's End. The Adventures of Sally by P. G. Wodehouse.
This romantic comedy stars a young American girl named Sally, who inherits a considerable fortune and finds her life turned upside down. The typically Wodehouseian cast includes Sally's ambitious brother, an assortment of theater people, a pair of English cousins, and, of course, an Uncle. It's jolly good fun!
This romantic comedy stars a young American girl named Sally, who inherits a considerable fortune and finds her life turned upside down. The typically Wodehouseian cast includes Sally's ambitious brother, an assortment of theater people, a pair of English cousins, and, of course, an Uncle. It's jolly good fun!
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The Adventures of Sallie, Chapter eighteen. This is a LibriVox recording.
All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. The
Adventures of Sallie by P. G. Woodhouse, Chapter eighteen, Journey's End.
(00:23):
Darkness was beginning to gather slowly and with almost an
apologetic air, as if it regretted the painful duty of
putting an end to the perfect summer day. Over to
the west, beyond the trees, there still lingered a faint afterglow,
and a new moon shone like a silver sickle above
the big barn Sallie came out of the house and
(00:44):
bowed gravely three times for luck. She stood on the
gravel outside the porch, drinking in the sweet evening scents,
and found life good. The darkness, having shown a certain
reluctance at the start, was now buckling down to make
a quick and thorough job of it. The sky turned
(01:05):
to a uniform dark blue, picked out with quiet stars.
The cement of the state road, which led to Pachaguay,
Babylon and other important centers, ceased to be a pale
blur and became invisible. Lights appeared in the windows of
the houses across the meadows. From the direction of the kennels,
there came a single, sleepy bark, and the small white
(01:28):
wooly dog, which had scampered out at Sallie's heels, stopped
short and uttered a challenging squeak. The evening was so
still that Ginger's footsteps, as he pounded along the road
on his way back from the village, whither he had
gone to buy provisions, evening papers and wool for the
sweater which Sallie was knitting, were audible long before he
(01:50):
turned in at the gate. Sallie could not see him,
but she looked in the direction of the sound, and
once again felt that pleasant, cozy thrill of happiness which
had come to her every evening for the last year. Ginger,
she called, what ho the wooly dog with another important squeak,
(02:12):
scuttled down the drive to look into the matter, and
was coldly greeted. Ginger, for all his love of dogs,
had never been able to bring himself to regard Toto
with affection. He had protested when Sallie a month before,
finding missus Meecher distraught on account of a dreadful lethargy
which had seized her pet had begged him to offer
(02:35):
hospitality and country air to the invalid. It's wonderful what
you've done for Toto Angel, said Sallie, as he came up,
frigidly eluding that curious animal's leaps of welcome. He's a
different dog. Bit of luck for him, said Ginger. In
all the years I was at missus Meacher's, I never
(02:57):
knew him to move at anything more rapid than a
stately walk. Now he runs about all the time. The
blighter has been overeating from birth, said Ginger. That was
all that was wrong with him. A little judicious dieting
put him right. We'll be able, said Ginger, brightening to
ship him back next week. I shall quite miss him.
(03:19):
I nearly missed him this morning with a shoe, said Ginger.
He was up on the kitchen table wolfing the bacon,
and I took steps my cave man, murmured Sallie. I
always said you had a frightfully brutal streak in you. Ginger,
What an evening, good lord, said Ginger suddenly, as they
(03:40):
walked into the light of the open kitchen door. Now
what he stopped and eyed her intently. Do you know
you're looking prettier than you were when I started down
to the village. Sallie gave his arm a little hug. Beloved,
she said, did you get the chops? Ginger froze in
(04:00):
his tracks, horrified. Oh, my aunt, I clean forgot them. Oh, Ginger,
you are an old chump. Well you'll have to go
in for a little judicious dieting like Toto. I say,
I'm most awfully sorry I got the wool. If you
think I'm going to eat wool, isn't there anything in
(04:22):
the house vegetables and fruit fine, but of course if
you want chops, not at all. I'm spiritual. Besides, people
say that vegetables are good for the blood pressure or something.
Of course you forgot to get the mail too, Absolutely not.
I was on to it like a knife. Two letters
(04:42):
from fellows wanting airedale puppies. No, Ginger, we are getting on,
pretty bloated, agreed Ginger, complacently, pretty bloated. We'll be able
to get that too, Seater if things go buzzing on
like this. There was a letter for you here it is.
It's from Fillmore, said Sallie. Examining the envelope as they
(05:04):
went into the kitchen. And about time too. I haven't
had a word from him for months. She sat down
and opened the letter. Ginger, heaving himself on to the table,
wriggled into a position of comfort and started to read
his evening paper. But after he had skimmed over the
sporting page, he lowered it and allowed his gaze to
(05:25):
rest on Sallie's bent head. With a feeling of utter contentment.
Although a married man of nearly a year's standing, Ginger
was still moving about a magic world in a state
of dazed incredulity, unable fully to realize that such bliss
could be. Ginger in his time had seen many things
that looked good from a distance, but not one that
(05:48):
had borne the test of a closer acquaintance. Except this
business of marriage. Marriage with Sallie for a partner seemed
to be one of the very few things in the
world in which there was no cat. His honest eyes
glowed as he watched her. Sallie broke into a little
splutter of laughter. Ginger look at this. He reached down
(06:10):
and took the slip of paper which she held out
to him. The following legend met his eye printed in
bold letters, Pop's outstanding, succulent, appetizing, nutritious. Just say pop,
A child can do it. Ginger regarded this cipher with
a puzzled frown. What is it, he asked? It's Fillmore,
(06:36):
How do you mean? Sallie gurgled, Fillmore and Gladys have
started a little restaurant in Pittsburg, a restaurant. There was
a shocked note in Ginger's voice. Although he knew that
the managerial career of that modern Napoleon, his brother in law,
had terminated in something of a smash, he had never
(06:58):
quite lost his reverence for one who he considered a
bit of a master mind. That Philmore Nicholas, the man
of Destiny, should have descended to conducting a restaurant, and
a little restaurant at that struck him as almost indecent. Sallie,
on the other hand, four sisters always seemed to fail
in proper reverence for the greatness of their brothers, was delighted.
(07:21):
It's the most splendid idea, she said, with enthusiasm. It
really does look as if Fillmore was going to amount
to something at last. Apparently they started on quite a
small scale, just making pork pies. Why Pop, interrupted Ginger,
ventilating a question which was perplexing him deeply. Just a
(07:42):
trade name. Silly Gladys is a wonderful cook, you know.
And she made the pies and pillmore toddled round selling them,
and they did so well that now they've started a
regular restaurant. And that's a success too. Listen to this,
Sallie gurgled again and turned over the letter. Where is it? Oh? Yes,
sound financial footing. In fact, our success has been so
(08:05):
instantaneous that I have decided to launch out on a
really big scale. It is big ideas that lead to
big business. I am contemplating a vast extension of this
venture of ours, and in a very short time I
shall organize branches in New York, Chicago, Detroit and all
the big cities, each in charge of a manager, and
each offering as a special feature in addition to the
(08:27):
usual restaurant cuisine, these Pops outstanding pork pies of ours.
That done, and having established all these branches as going concerns,
I shall sail for England and introduce Pops pork pies.
There isn't he a little wonder dashed, brainy chap always said. So,
I must say I was rather uneasy when I read that.
(08:49):
I've seen so many of Fillmore's big ideas. That's always
the way with him. He gets something good and then
goes and overdoes it and bursts. However, it's all right
now that he's got glad Us to look after him.
She has added a PostScript, just four words. But oh,
how comforting to a sister's heart. Yes, I don't think,
(09:10):
is what she says, and I don't know when I've
read anything more cheering. Thank Heaven, she's got poor dear
Fillmore well in hand. Pork pies, said Ginger musingly, as
the pangs of a healthy hunger began to assail his interior.
I wish he'd sent us one of the outstanding little chaps.
(09:31):
I could do with it. Sallie got up and ruffled
his red hair. Poor old Ginger, I knew you'd never
be able to stick it. Come on, it's a lovely night.
Let's walk to the village and revel at the inn.
We're going to be millionaires before we know where we are,
so we can afford it. The end end of chapter
(09:54):
eighteen and the end of The Adventures of Sallie by P. G. Woodhouse.
Read Kara Shallenberg www. Dot kay dot org in San Diego, California,
The Adventures of Sallie, Chapter eighteen. This is a LibriVox recording.
All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. The
Adventures of Sallie by P. G. Woodhouse, Chapter eighteen, Journey's End.
(00:23):
Darkness was beginning to gather slowly and with almost an
apologetic air, as if it regretted the painful duty of
putting an end to the perfect summer day. Over to
the west, beyond the trees, there still lingered a faint afterglow,
and a new moon shone like a silver sickle above
the big barn Sallie came out of the house and
(00:44):
bowed gravely three times for luck. She stood on the
gravel outside the porch, drinking in the sweet evening scents,
and found life good. The darkness, having shown a certain
reluctance at the start, was now buckling down to make
a quick and thorough job of it. The sky turned
(01:05):
to a uniform dark blue, picked out with quiet stars.
The cement of the state road, which led to Pachaguay,
Babylon and other important centers, ceased to be a pale
blur and became invisible. Lights appeared in the windows of
the houses across the meadows. From the direction of the kennels,
there came a single, sleepy bark, and the small white
(01:28):
wooly dog, which had scampered out at Sallie's heels, stopped
short and uttered a challenging squeak. The evening was so
still that Ginger's footsteps, as he pounded along the road
on his way back from the village, whither he had
gone to buy provisions, evening papers and wool for the
sweater which Sallie was knitting, were audible long before he
(01:50):
turned in at the gate. Sallie could not see him,
but she looked in the direction of the sound, and
once again felt that pleasant, cozy thrill of happiness which
had come to her every evening for the last year. Ginger,
she called, what ho the wooly dog with another important squeak,
(02:12):
scuttled down the drive to look into the matter, and
was coldly greeted. Ginger, for all his love of dogs,
had never been able to bring himself to regard Toto
with affection. He had protested when Sallie a month before,
finding missus Meecher distraught on account of a dreadful lethargy
which had seized her pet had begged him to offer
(02:35):
hospitality and country air to the invalid. It's wonderful what
you've done for Toto Angel, said Sallie, as he came up,
frigidly eluding that curious animal's leaps of welcome. He's a
different dog. Bit of luck for him, said Ginger. In
all the years I was at missus Meacher's, I never
(02:57):
knew him to move at anything more rapid than a
stately walk. Now he runs about all the time. The
blighter has been overeating from birth, said Ginger. That was
all that was wrong with him. A little judicious dieting
put him right. We'll be able, said Ginger, brightening to
ship him back next week. I shall quite miss him.
(03:19):
I nearly missed him this morning with a shoe, said Ginger.
He was up on the kitchen table wolfing the bacon,
and I took steps my cave man, murmured Sallie. I
always said you had a frightfully brutal streak in you. Ginger,
What an evening, good lord, said Ginger suddenly, as they
(03:40):
walked into the light of the open kitchen door. Now
what he stopped and eyed her intently. Do you know
you're looking prettier than you were when I started down
to the village. Sallie gave his arm a little hug. Beloved,
she said, did you get the chops? Ginger froze in
(04:00):
his tracks, horrified. Oh, my aunt, I clean forgot them. Oh, Ginger,
you are an old chump. Well you'll have to go
in for a little judicious dieting like Toto. I say,
I'm most awfully sorry I got the wool. If you
think I'm going to eat wool, isn't there anything in
(04:22):
the house vegetables and fruit fine, but of course if
you want chops, not at all. I'm spiritual. Besides, people
say that vegetables are good for the blood pressure or something.
Of course you forgot to get the mail too, Absolutely not.
I was on to it like a knife. Two letters
(04:42):
from fellows wanting airedale puppies. No, Ginger, we are getting on,
pretty bloated, agreed Ginger, complacently, pretty bloated. We'll be able
to get that too, Seater if things go buzzing on
like this. There was a letter for you here it is.
It's from Fillmore, said Sallie. Examining the envelope as they
(05:04):
went into the kitchen. And about time too. I haven't
had a word from him for months. She sat down
and opened the letter. Ginger, heaving himself on to the table,
wriggled into a position of comfort and started to read
his evening paper. But after he had skimmed over the
sporting page, he lowered it and allowed his gaze to
(05:25):
rest on Sallie's bent head. With a feeling of utter contentment.
Although a married man of nearly a year's standing, Ginger
was still moving about a magic world in a state
of dazed incredulity, unable fully to realize that such bliss
could be. Ginger in his time had seen many things
that looked good from a distance, but not one that
(05:48):
had borne the test of a closer acquaintance. Except this
business of marriage. Marriage with Sallie for a partner seemed
to be one of the very few things in the
world in which there was no cat. His honest eyes
glowed as he watched her. Sallie broke into a little
splutter of laughter. Ginger look at this. He reached down
(06:10):
and took the slip of paper which she held out
to him. The following legend met his eye printed in
bold letters, Pop's outstanding, succulent, appetizing, nutritious. Just say pop,
A child can do it. Ginger regarded this cipher with
a puzzled frown. What is it, he asked? It's Fillmore,
(06:36):
How do you mean? Sallie gurgled, Fillmore and Gladys have
started a little restaurant in Pittsburg, a restaurant. There was
a shocked note in Ginger's voice. Although he knew that
the managerial career of that modern Napoleon, his brother in law,
had terminated in something of a smash, he had never
(06:58):
quite lost his reverence for one who he considered a
bit of a master mind. That Philmore Nicholas, the man
of Destiny, should have descended to conducting a restaurant, and
a little restaurant at that struck him as almost indecent. Sallie,
on the other hand, four sisters always seemed to fail
in proper reverence for the greatness of their brothers, was delighted.
(07:21):
It's the most splendid idea, she said, with enthusiasm. It
really does look as if Fillmore was going to amount
to something at last. Apparently they started on quite a
small scale, just making pork pies. Why Pop, interrupted Ginger,
ventilating a question which was perplexing him deeply. Just a
(07:42):
trade name. Silly Gladys is a wonderful cook, you know.
And she made the pies and pillmore toddled round selling them,
and they did so well that now they've started a
regular restaurant. And that's a success too. Listen to this,
Sallie gurgled again and turned over the letter. Where is it? Oh? Yes,
sound financial footing. In fact, our success has been so
(08:05):
instantaneous that I have decided to launch out on a
really big scale. It is big ideas that lead to
big business. I am contemplating a vast extension of this
venture of ours, and in a very short time I
shall organize branches in New York, Chicago, Detroit and all
the big cities, each in charge of a manager, and
each offering as a special feature in addition to the
(08:27):
usual restaurant cuisine, these Pops outstanding pork pies of ours.
That done, and having established all these branches as going concerns,
I shall sail for England and introduce Pops pork pies.
There isn't he a little wonder dashed, brainy chap always said. So,
I must say I was rather uneasy when I read that.
(08:49):
I've seen so many of Fillmore's big ideas. That's always
the way with him. He gets something good and then
goes and overdoes it and bursts. However, it's all right
now that he's got glad Us to look after him.
She has added a PostScript, just four words. But oh,
how comforting to a sister's heart. Yes, I don't think,
(09:10):
is what she says, and I don't know when I've
read anything more cheering. Thank Heaven, she's got poor dear
Fillmore well in hand. Pork pies, said Ginger musingly, as
the pangs of a healthy hunger began to assail his interior.
I wish he'd sent us one of the outstanding little chaps.
(09:31):
I could do with it. Sallie got up and ruffled
his red hair. Poor old Ginger, I knew you'd never
be able to stick it. Come on, it's a lovely night.
Let's walk to the village and revel at the inn.
We're going to be millionaires before we know where we are,
so we can afford it. The end end of chapter
(09:54):
eighteen and the end of The Adventures of Sallie by P. G. Woodhouse.
Read Kara Shallenberg www. Dot kay dot org in San Diego, California,
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