(xx) L. Vogel Drum

Well, sir, it's about at up and fifteen o'clock in the morning as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Vector Cook and their son Mr. Rush Cook.

Mr. Vector Cook has newly arrived home from the office and he apparently has something urgent on his mind because his voice rings with bright eagerness. Listen. I've never met him but I've heard about him for many years and he's supposed to be Prince, a good fellow, El Vogel Drummond's name, and his title is Grand Nomadic Stential.

He's a high-up guy in the lounge, and we want to treat him like the celebrities of the years. Rush, I want you to try upstairs the minute and bring down my laundry, gave you. Okay.

I walked pretty briskly home from the office. Do I seem washed and flush? Do you seem washed? Flushed and polished. I guess I said washed and polished. That's something. Flushed and polished. Flushed and polished.

Poppin' needs to play the royals. I think that's some kind of Chinese pastry. Chinese pastry is very tasty. You can laugh if you want to, Wresh. I haven't heard anything funny. Oh, Isch, Victor, are you excited over something again?

No, I don't think so. Only I am, kind of thrilled. I've heard about El Vogel's rum ever since I joined the Sacred Stars of the Milky Way. Now I'll meet him in person and spend the whole afternoon with him.

I listened the best I could, and I guess I heard everything he said, but you talked so fast. When you go over the again a little slower, this man is coming here. Yes. When? Well, he might appear any second.