(xx) A Letter From Aunt Bess - Sewing Buttons

Well, sir, it's 30 afternoon as our feet opens now. And here in the living room of the small house halfway up in the next block, we find this is great to go to the telephone, conversing with her close friend and confidant, Mrs. Frederick Finbock.

Since Mrs. Gork is wearing her bench hat in one of her mighty dresses, we've demolished the part of leaving for a downtown shopping head tradition. She's paying this sleep. Well, I told Miss Holloway in half an hour.

It does that too too? No, I said in Dr. Kebi's waiting room. Uh-huh, so if anybody is late early, they won't have to stand out on the street. See, I have to drop past Dr. Kebi's office anyway to pay a little bill, and the idea hit me one out as you two ladies.

Yes, sure. No, I don't imagine Dr. Kebi'll call the police. everybody in their brother uses his office for a meeting place. Well, peace with Andy then lady, Dennis office in math an hour. Of course, I'll probably be the one that's late. I've got a button to sew on. I'll hurry along though. But if you and Miss

Holloway get there first, don't gossip about me. Hi, Russell just walked in. Alrighty, Why did Ann was he beauty? You better beauty. Goodbye. Been talking over the telephone island? Hello? Also Fletcher. Can I just stop my head and long enough to get my football helmet?

What's your second name? What's this? Another kid with me? No. I don't need to see him this long time. That's right. I don't need to see him this long time. You know, I use his phone every ten minutes a week in school anymore.