(xx) Parade of Interruptions

Well, sir, it's about the middle of the morning as I see no things now and here in the living room of the small house halfway up on the next block We find Mrs. Victor good go by herself a moment ago Mrs. Cook was vigorously dusting the library table, but now she's standing erect gazing sharply toward the kitchen and she calls

It's a reward the poisonous man ever to cross the Ohio, Kentucky body forget something I forgot to pat it a roll of letters. Jellick will be perfume the pale rose in color, which I think I left day in on top of the galvanized scrub bucket.

Did a dark infection woman come to the door a minute ago and beg for a stand of golden hair from the head of the old lickock? Now, go. Bring work on the office? Yeah. There's a gang of guys down to plant fix and steam pipes.

You never heard such a record. I told Ms. Hemerstwiech she could reach me at home and I grabbed my briefcase and beat it. Uh-huh. Shall I go upstairs there? I won't interfere with you. Well, I'm going to interfere with my work.

That's a good one. Right. Sit down on the dad's important talk to me in a minute. Okay. They're going to have five minutes. I'm not particularly pressed today. After speech and blowers spent the pocket in their eyes are vaguely cloudy.

What seems to be the trouble? I can't get anything accomplished around here. What do you mean? People come to the door all the time. Huh? I started to clean the attic after you fellas left after breakfast this morning, but I was forced to give it up.