(xx) Out of Town Wedding Guests

Well sir, the noon day meal has been over only a few minutes as we have to the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the kitchen we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor go lingering at the table and chatting idly about this, that and the other thing.

The Ambassador of the Monage is leaning back in his chair and saying laterly. For fifteen cents I wouldn't go over to like myself with basement this afternoon. What would you do and stand? I take off my shoes and stockings and dance barefooted in the backyard.

I'd make Google eyes at Miss Tradesons' come and throw little kisses at me. Raises come through in Peoria today. Raises come through in Peoria. Seems like it. Why don't they go live in Peoria? They might do that.

Yeah? She's dropped numerous little hints lately. She said to Miss Thatcher one day last week out in LA. Miss Thatcher, she said, I'm going to roll a little boat where the Wild Bash River flows.

Well, Bash River flows. It could mean they're planning to move away. To Peoria? Mm-hmm. I don't get the connection. They got a river in Peoria. Well, they haven't got the Wabash River in Peoria. Oh, well, I don't care.

I'm only telling you what Miss Usher told me. Oh, buddy, hey. Oh, my gosh. Hello, Uncle Platcher. And I'll get you a mama and get you. Come on out. Greetings, Uncle Pecher. Afternoon, little guy.

Glorious, eh? I believe this weather. Keep your seats. Keep your seats. No, nobody get up. They don't get up. I'm not getting up. I'm keeping my feet. You people appreciate, of course, that it is not my habit, custom or usage to busting at meal times.