(xx) Sade's Surprise Gift - Washrags

Well, sir, it hits about seven thirty o'clock as I've seen opens now. And here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goode, and there Mr. Rushbrook, spending a quiet evening at home.

The male members of the family are seated on the Davenport with sections of the newspaper, while wife and mother sade, in her husband's easy chair, industriously men's gentlemen socks. And now there's conversation. Vic, will you be a wonderful fine, elegant seller, and do something without kicking and complaining?

Oh, it's just now. Well, will you? Would I what? Do a person a tiny little trivial favor without making an enormous... I've no open Dr. Sleech. What you got up your sleeve? Turn up. Here I am trying to ask my husband to do something for me and scared he'll put up a hauler.

Must be quite a something you have in mind asking. It's nothing. Nothing at all. Wouldn't take 15 minutes of your time. Wouldn't take ten minutes of your time. Oh, what sound do you say? Well, sir, I see you people have struck up a conversation.

My joy, darling. Be the papper out downtown tomorrow afternoon. What? Oh, for Pete's sake. What's eating your mother neck, Ty Clair? I don't know. What do you want to take my name and paper out in the kitchen where I can read and peace and quiet without hysteria?

Oh, no. Hey, I'll tell you what I said. What'd you say? When you meet Miss Afer out downtown tomorrow afternoon. What for exchange and merchandise in the jamlet and all lady stuff exchange and merchandise in the jamlet yes I have to best explain I'm a page of a scream like a panther is it his gravy boat here