I elope to door with desirable expression peculiar to butlers. With noble position of heels and elbows I ope door. What see? There stood one (1) Armenian peddle-man offering $2 tablecloths for $3.57. I enclose Hon. Door befront of his face.
“This are most excited afternoon of my career,” depress Hon. Calicutt, smoking cigars out of window so as not to fumigate curtains.
Mrs. Calicutt make several petrified replies.
At hour of 5:68 P. M. Rev. Mr. Horse W. Dill come in. He never could afford to miss repasts anywheres because of his shrinking salary.
“All world seem to be at Aunts of Columbus reception this afternoon,” he say for diplomacy.
“I notice it,” dib Hon. Mrs. “I just remain home merely by accident to-day & so glad you come.”
I offer him 86 samditches. He ate 13 and 1 qrt. chocolate. He depart at 7:46 filled with delicious refreshment. After that Hon. Clarence, Mrs. Clarence, and Cousin Florence draw near together & gaze morbidly at them samditches piled in towers.
For week latter, evening dinner at home of Calicutt contained following programme:
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