(xx) Miss Harris and Dwight Are Engaged

Well sir, it's late afternoon as RC opens now. I'm here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block. We find Mrs. Victor Goode and her son Mr. Rushgood. Say, to seat it on the Davenport with a lap full of gentlemen's socks, while young Rush, who is newly arrived home, stands beside the library table.

Mother and son are conversing animatately. Listen. Bluetooth, Jasmine, Smelly, Clark both told me, and they sounded like they knew what they were talking about. Irving Negrosherbo said he'd heard the room with three different places.

I always thought this romance business between Ms. Harris and Dwight XXIII was only an Uncle Fletcher's imagination. It might still be. Ms. Harris married to Mr. XXIII. A person would never have imagined any such a thing, but far as I'm concerned it'd be nice.

Here's Mr. XXIII. They're a widower with married daughters in Bismol's Seepy, Jaha'o. He's kind of a peculiar fellow. He's a nice fellow. And the dandy conscientious provider all bit. And here's Miss Harris, a widow and lonesome and fond of company.

Hey, yeah, I own the whole. I was invited out to the wedding, but I don't think I've owned. Here's God. Wonder if he's heard the rumor. Hi! I brought hope to friends with me. I want you to meet Miss Williamson, Miss O'Connell, with Mr. O'Connell, with Mr. O'Connell, and Miss Campbell.

God was in good humor. Yeah? Miss Williamson, Mr. O'Connell, and Miss Evans, part of Miss Campbell and myself are getting married later on this afternoon. Well, hello, people. Hi. I would like to present these four beautiful young ladies.

All right, where did they go? I expect they hid under the buffet. Oh, of course they did. They're so shy. They really, really, really, good girl. We heard a rumor. I heard a rumor. What rumor did you hear?