(xx) Invoice Preparations

Well sir, it's about the middle of the afternoon as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house halfway up in the next block we find Mr. Victor Gulk and Young Russell.

Vic is established at the library table occupied with a spot of work he's brought home from the office, and Russell is seated himself on Davenport, having just this moment entered his father's presence. The older gentleman regards the younger without enthusiasm, remarking, Hello.

Hello. May I be of service to you? Uh-uh. You don't propose to Terry, I trust. I'm not going to bother you. I agree. I have a batch of extremely tough invoices here. They require my closest attention and deepest concentration.

I have neither the time nor inclination for light drawn room cross talk. Okay. Why don't you go outdoors and join your little play fella? I don't know where anybody is. Is your intention to sit there in the Davenport and stare me out of continent?

No. You must excuse my gruff tones and thoroughly attitude, Georgie, but I have to get this junk finished and in the mail by separate time. Okay. Otherwise, I join you in Jolly Good Fellowship. No.

You on the way? It's stepping over to dance out the window. We'll make it a noiseless operation, please. Yeah. Times 6 is 42. Eight times eight is sixty four, sixty four and forty two or a hundred and six.

What? Kind of do not vouch safely send him in what? Yeah. I'm trying to do some figurative. Mm. You don't mind? No. In case you do mind, I suggest you repair to some other part of the house.