There! Pop said. Theres the house. Theres Gore Court for you. What about that, eh? Hows that strike you? Better than St Pauls, aint it, better than St Pauls? And so Pop Larkin - junk-dealer, family man and Dragons Blood connoisseur - manages to sell the nearby crumbling, tumbling country home to city dwellers Mr and Mrs Jerebohm for a pretty bundle of notes. Now he can build his daughter Mariette the pool shes long been nagging him for. But the Larkins new neighbours arent quite so accepting of country ways - especially Pops little eccentricities. In fact, its not long before a wobbly boat, a misplaced pair of hands and Mrs Jerebohms behind have Pop up before a magistrate . . .