(xx) Christmas Shopping for Mr. Buller

Well, sir, it's early. A lot more than just a nuisance. It's a big mean job of work. Well, I didn't know you'd do. Oh, you never know. That's the man of us. Good music in the world.

You handed me a water bill? Huh? That's not much. You have to pick out a bunch of presents, rat-em, address-em, and mail-em, huh? I've been this. Oh, that's the man of us. I bet if somebody gave you a bucket of paint and a brush and said, next time the message is down on ministry,

We'd ask her to put a couple of coats of green paint down the people's bank builder. You take it. Oh, hey. It's a pleasure for you, trouble. What kind of a Christmas present? Any kind you want, I guess.

How many Christmas presents am I supposed to pick out? Let's see it. Is that the list? Mrs. R. K. Lee for its 11-09. I don't know.

Are they Mr. Booler's cousins or apples or in-laws or something? I don't know. But shall I buy for them? I don't know. How much shall I spend? Read the next list. No. No. Read the next name on the list.

First Minnesota. Is that all one? Goodie. Not at children? I don't know. Does Mr. Buller want him each to have a separate president or does he want just a single president for the whole outfit?

Well I expect you can use your own judgment on that because he says tell them that she's a free agent cook or make the slightest difference to me what she picks up. Why is there a shall I buy a baby?