Christmas Soiree by Ximenes

"It's Christmas 28, said Ann. "The 30s!" That old 45 of a 20 dn., General R. 29 30, and his wife, née 9 Van Eussens, were coming in on Christmas evening: what were we to do with them? There would only be 13 ? no 1 dn., nor even a spot of 12 Brand to cheer us. I shall 42 till I am in my 46 our first meeting 7 ac. ago. We were 40ing in the 49 on our way back from Lake 33; I remember the appalling 18 she wore, his puce woollen 5 and the lozenges he 2. He plays the 15 and 22 snuff: she is apt to 31 up, lead one 23 and produce a deadly 25 family 32, while he 7 dn. her; the 10 is never varied and one cries for 21. They everlastingly 44 the pages of 29 35 for miscellaneous 24; they are experts, for instance, on Gothic 39; and they have a 34 for paper 8s at which each is a 3.

"We shall have to 17 at the 1 dn./18 8," I said. "the first person says 'I 43ed my 1 dn./18 and in it I 6 a tin 5 or something equally 30 ? sorry! joke unintentional: hardly worthy of 47! Then the second adds a gold watch, probably at the 1 ac. in reality, and each person has to repeat the string of 24. It's better than paper 8s, which I 20 ac.: I'm such an awful 36."

"That's just 37," said Ann "Why not 44/10s?"

"I don't 16 you there," I replied: "You always give 14 to your imagination. Let's hope the heavens will 48, anyway: by the time it's 27 it may be too late."

Then my palindromic son 11, who always 4 the available possibilities with 38 and skill, hit the 19 as usual. "Tomorrow's Tuesday," he said: "We can make them 26 to the 41s 16! "