(xx) Uncle Fletcher Telephone's Aunt Bess

Well, there's about eight o'clock in the evening as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block. Nice, if Miss Kelly can meet the suggestion. Ah-ha-ha. Thought for lover too, lady. You bet she is.

No, I sent her. Miss Curler, a blabber of telephone, a least blessing, by a very long distance, to have a little chat. See, Bussy's written me several times, and the forgetful have lancred. Ha-ha. So I thought I'd call her a long distance, a blabber of telephone, a least blessing, by a very long distance.

She said, why don't you go over to say these hours and do it. I hope I like them say hello. Next time I see Miss Kellyan, I'm gonna thank her. Bye. I'll buzz it out.

Do I tell something I wanna get connected with? They can, I'll go say, sure. They can, they can rush you like to be in on this. They all big sounds. They all ring rushes upstairs.

Bye. Oh, really? Look at all the media do it. Why is this Robinson's through so? Look at all the talk to all the children. You don't say, sure. I play.

Oh, that won't be necessary. Bye, bye. When you get your telephone bell, tell me what I owe. Oh, mostly, Rick. Well, Miss Keller's idea. Well, I... This has written several times, and Uncle Fletcher's been busy, I guess, and has answered.

So he decided to make a lovely long distance call. Miss Keller said why didn't he do it here at our house, and we could all talk. Miss Keller is a gentleman in his sculler. Very sweet, I've written to make the suggestion.