(xx) A Letter from Yellow Jump

Well sir, it's about nine o'clock in the morning as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house halfway up in the next block we find Mrs. Victor Gugle by herself.

Mrs. Gugle is at the telephone chatting briskly with her close friend and confidant Mrs. Frederick Stembot. Listen. I know, see, I know. And I guess I must be getting old because the whole thing completely slipped my mind.

Oh, I can make it all right. No, I'll be there. Yes sir, ten o'clock on the dot. Ha ha, the Amazon's under where? I suppose you were going to phone Miss Trogel anyway huh? Ha ha. Well you girls walls right ahead and I'll meet you like we plan. Oh lady. You bet Ruthie. Oh say just a second. Yes. In the leather

grove. Are they slating? Yes Uncle Fletcher in the living room. Uncle Fletcher just coming to kitchen Ruthie. I'll have to ease him right out again. Oh, golly he's got oodles of trash to get out of the way. Oh boy. I wish to apologize if I'm any white-shaped performer. But it'll probably be alright Ruthie but like I say I'll be there.

Oh excuse me I never realized you're speaking over the telephone. I'll be there and I'll be there prompt at 10 o'clock. Alright Ruthie. You betty lady. Good bye. Yeah good morning. Good morning Sadie. Are you saying yes? Sadie's honey I wish to apologize if I'm in any way shape or format erupting in your work

well you are i felt that certain matters requires prompt action because i got a bush lachores to get out of the way and then rush around and make myself presentable to hurry downtown and meet mr. and bottom and mr.