“We only attemp small, cozy dinners in our excluded set,” explan Hon. Mrs. while 6 persons took set-down to dinner.
“My dining-room contains 80 people, mostly nobility,” report Mrs. Axweilder while eating soup.
Hon. Mr. Washington Whack, who set next by her, twist off his shirt-button from excitements. While doing so he explain how his family were similarly to Whacks of Tuxedo. Hon. Axweilder refuse to speak while feeding his indigestion. Hon. Spiggott steam up his merriment and tell college-bred tales about humor.
When all foods was finished all retreated to parlor room where bridge-gamble was enjoyed till late night. At 1.62 oclock Mrs. Axweilder call Mrs. Whack an Ace & Mrs. Whack reply peevly, “Renig!” full of scorns. All make go-home agreeing how enjoyment that evening was.
At 2.11 clocktime, while those Axweilders was glad go bed, Mrs. & Mr. Spiggott set alonesome in parlor room where I could hear.
“Why do you bring those buffalo kittens to rage around this neighborhood?” she ask it. “One day more and I shall poison their foods.”
“They must get their fresh air somewheres,” he reprieve.
“Why should they spoil ours?” she snagger.
“I admit it,” he jar. “What could be more disgusting than Hon. Axweilder?”
“Hon. Mrs. Axweilder,” say her. So they go bed thinking so.