(xx) Sleeping In The Courthouse Yard

Well, sir, it's early evening as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gutt and their son, Mr. Rushgood.

For the last half hour, our friends have been occupied with sections of the newspaper. But a moment ago, say thought of something interesting to relate. Listen. We know, Mr. and Mrs. Donahue went to the movement picture show last night because we saw them leave.

And what time was that of our... Oh, 715. at eight o'clock and that's correct because the courthouse clock was striking. New Year's happened to glance out her living room window and there was Donahue's attic lights burning away like a racehorse.

Donahue's attic again huh? No but listen. I bet Donahue's leave that attic light on just about her inquisitive neighbors. That attic light was swinging. Swinging. Swinging back and forth huh? Good, George, mine. If it's deep mystery, it keeps on going.

The other stuff we heard about Donna, who's addict, did some, or less, things in the imaginary. I laughed at it myself. But here's Miss Harris with a story that makes a person prick up barriers and pay attention. Miss Harris don't tell kids and she's not a hysterical woman and she's not.

I heard the kitchen door open. Where? Greenhouses. But even Friday, all from Mercy State. Mighty mighty cute Yes, Uncle Fletcher, I don't consider it so terrible smart to try to scare a person out of their wits I apologize anyway, I know two wise guys. I bet I could even with I have white 26 for with my lady. Halle