“With immediate quickness!” I signify, making Admiral Dewey eyebrows.
So all Moving Vanners do so with immediate strength. Sooner than before all that Sulkz home was walking into midst of grandeur which look quite snobbish to see so many plain chair & table piled up in midst of that Czar of Russia parlor. No room was for another piano, yet we pile him next. Dining-room were too much crowd for second table, yet we set 2 on top of each other. Same thing must be did with beds, stoves, and wash-tubs.
When all this jobs were completely finished, that house look like a judge after Republican banquets—entirely grand, yet too filled to feel comfortable.
However! When all those Vanners say “Gid-dap!” and drove away in Gen. Direction of more beer, I sat alonesome in house. 4 hours I await idly doing nothing. What had occurred to kill all Sulkz family that they do not come to reside in this new palace? I was confused. Night time approach up. I could hear ghosts creaking under piano, so I lit $10000 chandelier in dining-room and ate crackers while pretending I were King of Portugeese expecting revolution.
Silence was interrupted by noise. What was? I heard many footprints walking into house—and while it was too soon to hide, 2 realestaters, 6 police, Mrs. Sulkz, Mr. Sulkz, child & dog walk inwards.
“How you get in here?” howell Hon. Mrs. with voice.
“I move in,” I narrate calmly. “This are number you told.”
“It are right number but wrong house,” she snuggest. “I told you North Orange Street. This are South Orange Street.”
“Would that make some importance?” I ask out.
“Mentality of a mice!” she aggravate. “Do you not know difference between North and South?”