 Got any more toast, Bertie? Who was that? Some lady from your uncle's. James. Who was it, Bertie? I don't know, Seth. It wasn't Miss Ransom or Miss Goodwin. Well, someone knew. He didn't get in till pretty late last night. Here he comes now. Hiya. Hello. Good morning, Leroy. You aren't thinking of going anywhere in that sweater, I trust? Sure, why not? Because it's filthy. Change it. Good morning, Marjorie. Good morning, Bertie. Morning, Miss Gildersleeve. Good afternoon, Unky. Now, my dear...