(xx) Rush Wants His Interest

Well sir, it's about 3.30 o'clock as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now, and here in the living room we find Mr. Victor Gook and his son Mr. Rushgook. The former is established at the library table doing a spot of office work at home, while the latter, who has just this moment arrived home from school,

stands beside the Davenport, removing his overcoat. Listen. Busy there, Gav. No, especially, I move with a hump. Got the wrinkles ironed out of these invoices Now all I have to do is copy off my figures neatly on a clean piece of paper Mom upstairs mom stepped across the alley a few minutes ago to help my razor scum

So on the dress said she'd probably remain until time to fix up for then we can talk truthy Cheers, but on your mind the interest on my money Come over that again to them. I was sitting in English classes afternoon I'm kind of looking out the window and daydreaming and a thought hit me.

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Why it was like a blind and facial light. Yes, you're this thought I had was like a blind and facial light. The interest on my money. What about the interest on your money?

I never realized before my money was earning interest. The notion just never entered my head. It entered my head this afternoon like a blind and facial light. Yeah. When I was gold-digging in the Clandike, 56 years ago, this coming June, I used to whip out my trusty old banjo and sing sweet melody.

God, it was just as soon foot comical jokes off to one side. I'd like to have a confidential chat with you before mom comes home. The comical jokes are off to one side. Proceed. I've got money in the bank.