(xx) Elk Skin Shoelaces

Well sir, it's 15 minutes past 10 o'clock in the morning as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here on the back porch we find Mrs. Victor Goat. Mrs. Goat stepped outside the moment or so ago to shake her mop and, discovering the atmosphere to be bright and fresh and deliciously warm, she decided to take a brief rest from

her household duties and enjoy the radiant sunshine. And now she perceives a familiar figure in the alley by the garbage box. Listen. Hello there. Good morning, say. Mr. Donahue's sleep, Uncle Fletcher. Why, if they...

Yeah. But into Ray Pungelbarrow, Kelsey Street just now. Ray tells me he's been in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, the last two weeks. Wasn't it in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma? Are you in Vic Bot that easy chair?

Was he adjustable back? What's the matter? Mr. Donahue's asleep next door. Is that a fact? He got in off into Kansas City freight drag at six o'clock this morning and he's dog tired. And at four o'clock this afternoon he's taken a light engine to Morrieville on the Jack line and been heading back at midnight tonight.

Golly, the punishment of the railroad engineer has to take. I work south that way sometimes. Sit down Uncle Fletcher. I believe it will. Isn't it a perfectly wonderful day? Yes, indeed. I come out on the porch to shake my mop.

When I got a whiff of the air and felt the breeze, I decided to play hockey and soaked myself up some sunshine. That's right, that's right. It's warm and yet it's cool. That sounds crazy, don't it?

Yes, yes, it sounds. It's warm and yet it's cool. Very crazy, very crazy. Delicious weather for Mr. Donahood to get some sleep in. Um-hmm. Dandy, fresh breeze, going along. Mmm. I see he's got his window wide open. Pretty white curtain, suttering and dancing.