(xx) A Letter from Aunt Bess - Ham Ham

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we approach the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here on the back porch we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goke. Mr. Victor Goke has nearly arrived home from the office, and he's standing on the sidewalk, solicitously scrutinizing his wife, who receded on the top step but won.

Listen. How was your cold? Sandy, I believe it was just a false alarm. I feel fine. Still hurt you to talk? A little I should get a sort of twinge, but nothing that amounts to anything.

It's new and at the dinner table you can play their sharp twinges. Yes, but they've almost entirely disappeared. I've been a little bit about you several times this afternoon. You still sell them half-calls, I was a little uneasy.

I was uneasy myself. When I got up this morning with that peculiar choked up sickish feeling, I thought, oh, murder I bet I'm in for it. Should you be sitting outdoors? Do me good to be in the sunshine.

Oh. Oh, received a nice letter this afternoon. Uh-huh. Best wrote. Oh, well, how's she? Fine. Here, I got the letter made for pocket. Walter's neat cap improving, is it? He hasn't had a single throbbing over a month.

Good. And you and C's in good health? You and C's had a cold. No. Woke up the other morning with symptoms just like I complained about today. They put her to bed and she stayed from Tuesday to Friday.

She's better now. Yeah, here. All right. He's not had to go in the house and run upstairs There's some junk in my sister's letter that come this afternoon. Oh to be sure to be sure not long You won't get worn out from reading it and under that doubt Dr. Smith's not it there