(xx) A Letter from Aunt Bess - Sleepy

Well sir, it's early evening as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room We find Mr. and Mrs. Victor goop. Vek is stretched at full length on the Davenport gazing sleepily the letter he's holding in his hand Say, Doc, you're pie is the easy chair ostensibly donning socks

Actually, however, she's watching her husband with hostile eyes and at last she says You're just doing that to be mean, huh? You've been reading the first page of that letter now for 15 minutes. I like to save her best, ladies. I like to nibble at him slowly and taste the full sweetness.

I'm not the one to gulp down cream. I take Danny Little mouthful who's an extractory drink. I'm just going to tell best. She boasts and brags and almost falls over backwards, telling Carberry people about her wonderful big brother-in-law.

There's some great misunderstanding here. I'm at a complete loss to understand my life. I'm at a complete loss to understand my name. No, stay. I told you when you come home from the office this afternoon, I'd received a letter from Beth.

You never asked to see it or volunteered to lift your little finger. At the supper table, I mentioned it again. Finally, I had to force you to take the letter. One reason to half-wit letter.

Half-wit letter is right. I don't know what you complainin' about. Twenty minutes have gone past, and you lay down there and you're still on the first page. Are you struck a snag? What? Best is talking about something down there that bothered me, right?

I can't make all of it. Want me to read it to you? Yeah. Actually, Vic, I'd be ashamed. Here you catch me. Don't you dare throw that. Well, I'll toss it in your last. No, you won't.