(xx) Hot Soup

Well, sir, Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goode are in the living room as we join them at the small house halfway up from the next block now, and the former is standing beside the library table, removing his overcoat.

He's just this moment arrived home from the office, and he's saying just to me. Mr. Kinda, whether they put a pick in a guy, getting cold out? Much. At my serious charges, I see inviguation.

Ties your sniffle. I haven't sniffled a sniffle since the sniffle you heard me sniffle is new. And if it was a sickness morning, my sniffle was a false alarm. And I felt bad in my eyes.

We get to the mail? And to speak of circular from the Amazon's advertised the wash-rake sale and the gas sale was all. Say, I saw Edna Gritchen, the grocery store today. Oh, didn't it? Fine.

I'd quite a bit to say about Myrtle Duller and her man. I guess they're not getting along. Cardin to Edna, Myrtle throws it up to him. He can't read and write. She always was kind of a shark-talking woman.

I hear the patter is tiny. She's right. Hi. Hi. Don't come in here, please. I'm taking her back. Okay. You think my little man had learned to read right? He's right now. Edna was saying she thinks she really can read right, but just all alone.

Sunny way to do? Yes. I'm going to take me for instance. I can play tunes on the pipe organ blindfolded, but I keep my time in the secret because if it ever got out to the public they didn't man me.

That's what I got. and put hot soup. Where'd you get it? Ms. Vayton. Here you go. For me? Here's a boil I had soup for your papa and I hope he feels better soon. Ms. Vayton say that?