(xx) Cornet Lessons

Well, sir, by Virginia Avenue standards, it's quite late in the evening, as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. The courthouse clock struck 10.30 a minute or two ago. Mrs. Victor Gook and her son, Mr. Ash Gook, are in the living room occupied with sawing and reading, respectively. And at length, the former remarks.

Large meetings dragging out a good long time tonight. Yes. It's getting down for 11 o'clock. I wouldn't be surprised at what Lodge meetings finished and fell astrol over to the Greeks to drink coffee and talk.

Hmm. They get discussin' stuff and lose track of the minutes. Well, this lady's goin' up to her little bed, drinkly. Heard myself. Mmm. You like to hear how Sir Lieutenant Stanley hot-wits again, a counterfeit and second-hand coat and pants dealers?

No, I don't get so willy things. Very exciting. Sir Lieutenant Stanley, Lady Margaret, are crossing us here at Desert. And these are your father's? Oh. Burglage? Yeah. Mine's my laptop while you there. Okay. Milk bottle out.

Yes. Somebody better close the dining room windows. Paper states rain tonight. I'll do it. Don't forget. Remind me before I go upstairs. You remind your own self it's your job. Mm-hmm. Mind you, Phil Lieutenant Clinton Stanley goes to work and out with these corners.

Where's my love and love for beauty for baby boy? Huh? Where is my love and wife and beauty for baby boy? We're sitting here with our teeth in our mouth. Big long lodge meeting. You know that particularly. Don't generally last till 10 30 doesn't.

Lige meeting tonight was short as unusual. We broke up at five minutes till nine. Where have you been since then? Sitting in the lobby at the Butterhouse Hotel holding hands with a be-rich-in-Spanish lady who loves me to distraction.