(xx) Mr. Breep's Birthday Dinner

Oh, sir, Mr. Victor Girk and the son, Mr. Rush Girk, are in the kitchen seat at the supper table as we enter the small house halfway up the next block now. Mrs. Victor Girk is not in evidence.

And young Rush, who was just descended from above stairs, is saying, Where's my myth? She stepped across the alley to borrow a chunk of butter from my hair. You hadn't been upstairs asleep, you could do that.

I wasn't asleep. I was learning algebra definitions. You're mother-hollard. I had my bedroom door closed. her. See my brain gets sharper every day you know what I memorize three definitions in 25 minutes flat. Close my eyes cudgel my cerebrum my cerebellum and my medulla long got it. Are we not interfere with the raisin bread we have a

lady dining with us in polite circles of society half which do not help themselves to food until everyone's at the table. Who's a lady? Mama. So quit flirting with the raising bread to she return. I'm sorry. So am I. But I'm also personally breeding your apparently a good man. Greetings there. Greetings. Have a start

to eat yet have you? No. Good thing. We're going to eat separate Miss Harris's. What's this? What's this? Dr. Sneaks? It's Mr. Briepe's birthday and he give Miss Harris money to cook up a big special fancy meal. Invited the other rumors to help eat it. Stop happening so nobody could show up. We've been asked to come over. Miss Harris has

got food by the bushel. We got food by the bush of ourselves. In fact, it's right here in front of me in Tethlais, Newey. I'm about to flourish my life at the point. I said we'd be happy to accept the invitation. And she's got stylish, she eats big, grand, lovely steak.