(xx) Uncle Fletcher's Room is Being Painted

It's been over only a while. It's our scene open now. And here in the living room of the small house, halfway up on the next block, we find Mrs. Victor Cook, the sound rush, and the Uncle Fletcher.

Uncle Fletcher is speaking at the moment. We hear him say... How aren't you people go right? All the hands are just hands. That's why I wasn't here. Oh, yeah, how many? You can have plans for the evening, Uncle Fletcher.

Fine. So, I'm going to the room and picture shelves. No, I'm going to see you on tonight. I'm not going to the show on the pleasure. I went to the other house. Go over there and enjoy yourself.

I may be here two, three, four, five days, please, lady. Danden! Oh, the friend's on the plate. Uh-huh. Joe Reapers is a fellow plate in my bedroom. And he's a slow pull plate. You are welcome here on the pleasure in a manner how long it takes. And I know the vehicle stay the same thing.

He's free. He took supper downtown. To the first house? Good. The Mr. Borer at Chicago's kitcher was in town. Yes, they could eat with a man about a house hotel. He's even on an early train and they have business to talk over.

I thought when I walked in the kitchen a lot ago somebody was missing. No, I left really. That's not the time. I walked in the kitchen, said to all of you, right? I didn't have to say they'd show up with luscious.

What kind of way, Borer? We ever said it was safe. That was luscious. No, I want you people to go right on the head here. I'm not close to me. There's my police on the floor there.