(xx) Uncle Fletcher Talks Business

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 Vic and Young Russell. The former lounges in his easy chair beneath the floor ramp and listens without enthusiasm as the latter reads aloud from a volume of vigorous fiction.

That was a delicious kiss, called the handsome young officer carefully wiping his mouth with his sleeve. I will require another directly. You shouldn't have any more kisses until Tuesday. Cauley replied Lady Margaret as she playfully tapped the mother of Pearl Button on her fashionable friend's spat with a hand-lover dandy pink parasol.

Third Lieutenant Clinton Stanley, broken to a loud guffaw. Either you give me another kiss or I'll rinse your arm, he'll have. The beautiful woman, O'er he spoke in jest, giggled a tinkling little giggle for all the world like the jingle of tiny Chinese bells.

Soft baby cloud that's hovered in the clear blue sky, an old Mr. Sun beamed down biting. Oh, thunder, you said you're going to read something exciting. Well, down here in the next paragraph, a great boa constrictor, 12 feet long, appears on the scene and bites third lieutenant Tint and Stanley in the leg.

And old Mr. Sun, bean down brightly on the curly heads of the young lovers. Third lieutenant Tint and Stanley smiled, revealing his huge square teeth, the color of rich old ivory. No, but that was a delicious kiss he exalted gleefully. Whose little cupcake are you?

Oh for Pete's sake. Oh the bullock constrictor appears in the next sentence. Uh... Whose little cupcake are you? I'm here to look up cake, whispered the beautiful woman, and from her embroidered handbag she drew a guitar, on which she played a wistful song.