(xx) Ruthie Has Secrets

Well, sir, by Virginia Avenue standards, the hour is quite late as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. It's past eleven o'clock. Mr. and Mrs. Frederick stem-bottom have only just departed after an evening of five hundred, and we find Vickins say, tidying the living room and chatting casually before going to

bed. Listen. All to peanuts even under the Davenport. Who refreds the Gilly party. He was throwing him up in the air and catching him in his mouth. Although the trick isn't difficult Fred success added was negligible. He missed three out of four times Fred was in jelly spirits tonight So often you know he's grumpy and on edge

Real treat to have him laugh and act the fool. What was eating Lucy? Why something was eating you? Did you notice I felt that your giggle acts spontaneity and I felt that a remariment was forced I never thought you'd notice her. You don't generally notice such stuff.

Oh, I'm a more cute guy than you give me credit for. I'm like an Indian stalking through the forest. Nothing escapes me. Oh, what did Ruthie do that made you think she was bothered? Nothing at all. Must have done something.

Oh, oh. Well, and where did you get the idea? I divided. Well, she laughed and shattered. Same as she always does when we play cards, didn't she? I laughed ahead of fugitive hollow qualities. Her chatter lacked the true gush.

I guess you are a pretty smart fella. Something was eaten, Lucia. Yeah. Well, confide an old wick guck. Old wick guck will give you a crisp, new $20 bill. Well, it's nothing you will think is important.