(xx) A Man in the House

Well, sir, it's a few minutes past six o'clock as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the kitchen we find Mr. Rush Gook, lingering over his evening meal.

The young man is a volume of vigorous fiction propped up before him, and he reads absorbently as he demolishes a piece of pie. And here's his mother approaching. Listen. We got company rush. Have we?

Uncle Fletcher's out on the front porch. Oh, come out and help me entertain him. Okay. Oh, finish your pie first. I am finished except for one bite. I just run in to make sure I turned off my oven.

I knew I turned it off. Would bet anybody nine million dollars I turned it off. But a person had the slightest doubt about something and it just not easy in their mind to let check it out.

Can't you turn it off? Yeah. I'm getting like Ruthie in her letters. She put on a postage stamp and look at it 18 times to be positive she has put on a posty stamp. And call me to witness she put on a posty stamp.

And by golly's once she's dropped the letter in the mailbox she begins to get apprehensive she forgot to put on a posty stamp. What's new with Uncle Fletcher? He's gonna stay all night with us.

Yeah? He showed up out in front with his beliefs just now. Night gone, an easy slip person, things inside. What's the idea? Another one of his notions. notions. He decided we needed a man in the house. Well, come on, let's go keep in company and start feeling neglected. How about the suppreditions? We'll do them