(xx) The Hammock

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here on the front porch we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook and their son, Mr. Rush Gook.

Our friends are seated in a row on the top step but one, enjoying temperate breezes and splendid summer sunshine. Listen. Well, Niner, if you're going to get around to putting up our porch swing. You said the change we rested through.

By new ones. Isn't that new department? Well, let's see why it should be. You do all the shopping, purchasing an hook string for the outfit. Well, this is hardware at all. It's more of a man's job.

You're the party that bought our new coal scuttle. All right. I'll go to older brothers and lug 50 pounds of iron chains. I will, Dr. Stitch. When? Ooh, tomorrow. Well, don't forget, otherwise we'll be sitting here on the steps till Christmas like heathens.

Well, you pondered over so deeply little delves. I'm facing a problem concerning swings myself. Really? It's also a problem concerning Nisier Scott. Nisier's a good boy. Yeah. What is the problem? Well, sir, I'm wondering if I'd be a horrible hypocrite if I made friends with Nisier.

I believe we got an understanding. You're to make friends with Nisier and keep friends with Nisier. Yeah, but all that off to one side. No, not all that off to one side. What I got in mind is something else again.

something else again. Mm-hmm. Thing is, I don't like nicer and never will like nicer. However right at this particular season, it would be to my advantage to cultivate his good will. He has an espossession and large box of chocolate?