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Side to side.

And the fingers.

Get a move on, Becky Lester. We ain't got all day.

I'm hurrying, Ma.

This act is awful heavy.

Becky!

You want to come and learn the turkey chop with me?

It's real heavy.

I can't, baby.

I gotta help my Ma.

Dance and don't pay the bills, Becky, and don't you forget it.

Second floor with them clean shirts, and mind you, bring the dirty ones on the

way back down.

Right away, Ma.

And don't dawdle, Becky.

Mr. Tremaine expects his workers to be on time.

I know Davy's girlfriend.

I know Davy's girlfriend.

Liar, liar, pants on fire. Children!

Muriel?

Hold that chair for me, will you?

Your hand.

I'm sure someone will bear with you in a moment.

Well... Excuse me.

Well... You can feel it.

Can I help? No, go away.

That'll do.

Velma Bugle is pretty.

Velma?

She's a rather nice -looking girl.

I think she's skim milk trying to be cream.

Oh, because she's got an eye for feelings, huh?

Missy, don't let that worry you.

Well, it does.

Miss Stacy, do you think if I bid on him that I'd be making a fool of myself?

The floral's real cheerful.

What does Mr. Tremaine think? Who cares what he thinks?

Men have no taste, never have had.

Well, he's your partner, and it's his office.

Thanks, Rachel.

I'm in Tremaine's savvy regarding decoration that fit into one very small

symbol.

Can't you?

Cannot. Mrs. Lynn, Doris says I can't go to the auction just because I'm not a

bachelor. How can I tell you I'll be a bachelor?

Uh, Miss Stacey?

I was wondering...

does it cost to go to the auction?

Oh, it doesn't cost anything at all, but you might need some money to bid on the

bachelor of your choice.

How much money?

I don't really think it matters. Whatever you can spare.

It's for charity, you see, so every little bit counts.

Tell me, do you have any particular bachelor in mind?

Um, sort of.

Kind of.

I guess it depends if I can afford him. Hi.

What is going on here?

Who is responsible for this abominable mess?

For heaven's sake, sit me down. As I told you, I am responsible for

raising money for the hospital.

Outside, yes, but in here?

What do you think? Isn't it lovely?

Mr. Tremaine, what are you doing here?

Weren't you in the kitchen making lunch with the other man?

What man? What lunch?

You see, at first the ladies are going to bid on the box launches made by the

gentlemen, and then later on in the afternoon, everyone is going to go off

social outing.

People cavorting and carrying on, interrupting business.

You didn't tell me about taking over the entire establishment.

Driving paying guests out the door.

Want to learn the turkey trot? No, I don't. I have better things to do, so go

bug someone else.

But I will not partake in any organized Christmas. Be back in a minute.

Come now, Mr. Tremaine.

Certainly a gentleman like you has some romance in his soul.

Yes. Madam, my soul is not up for discussion.

And as for you, Hetty King, I shall deal with you later.

Where's Felix?

Who is looking after things?

We get some service here, please.

Shall we throw together some ham sandwiches with a few pickles? Janet

mind. She'll get on my hamper no matter what dinner. Out!

Everyone, out!

Am I running a business or a cooking school? Why don't you be a good sport

join in?

I would rather put my head in a noose than have some lady bid on me as if I

a prized pig at the county fair.

A prized pig?

Mr.

Treant, how old are you? You have to be before you can be a bachelor.

Age has nothing to do with it, Davy Keith.

Bachelorhood is a state of mind.

Does that mean if you're born a bachelor, you die a bachelor?

If you're smart, it does.

Ah, good.

All right, Simon Tremaine.

Time to come to a decision about this new drapery.

Oh, good Lord.

Where did those things come from?

The catalogue. On sale.

I told you I'd be choosing that material.

Dogs. I hate dogs.

Who wants to look at dogs all day long?

Could you? And after I picked up this lovely blue.

Look at it.

Blue makes me see things.

Nothing. Blue is clean and neat and practical.

Why can't you be practical?

I...

Practical? You are the most unpractical human being I have ever had the

misfortune to meet.

Oh, I see.

I know.

You're just doing this to aggravate me, are you? Be?

Aggravate you?

You are the supreme aggravator of all time.

Understand me, Eddie King.

This is my office.

I do not want blue drapes. I do not want your interference.

And I do not want...

An auction on the front lawn of the finest hotel on the island.

Dog. Woof.

We had our little tip and then we called it truth.

It's quite exhilarating, really.

I am glad.

Might be strange, isn't it?

The way our dreams turned out.

Both of us began our careers in teaching and both of us ended up in business.

For that matter, who'd have dreamt that both of us would end up old maids?

Spinsters, you mean, Muriel.

Spinsters. Well, anything can still happen, Hetty King.

Who'd have imagined that at our age we would still be bidding on bachelors and

thinking of love?

Love? Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

Now, Hetty, don't tell me you've never considered romance.

Have you ever?

Fallen in love?

Well, no, but... I've stepped in it a few times.

Oh, Hetty, life is a banquet. Why not enjoy it while we still can?

Take a chance.

Bit on someone you like.

I'm going to.

You are... Muriel, take it. You are a fly fox.

Don't... Tell me you've got your eye on someone.

Well, I'm not sure yet, but thinking about it's half the fun.

Oh, I suppose it is.

Winners for a good cause. That's the spirit, Hedy.

You never know what could happen.

And who knows?

Love may be just around the corner.

Oh, Nat, you're so strong.

Oh, Nat, you're so strong.

If you ask me, the only thing sillier than a young girl making goo -goo eyes

a young boy is some old bat making a fool out of herself over some old

Oh, then I take it you're not betting on anybody.

I am not. I am making a donation to the hospital fund and calling it a day. Now,

Rachel, every pot has a lid.

Now, maybe I'll bet on some fella's lunch and fall in love and get married.

At my age.

Guess what?

I'm going to the auction, too.

You know, there's a social outing afterward, and we're all getting dressed

What are you going to wear?

Not that, I hope.

What's wrong with it?

She's not getting a new dress and that's final.

You got eight mouths to feed, another one in the oven.

We're not throwing away money on doodads. She ain't never gonna wear

except to my blessed funeral. Oh, now, Molly, don't talk like that.

All she wants to do is go to the auction, look as pretty as the other

others, this is all that's grand.

Well, in case you haven't noticed, she's not a king, she's a leicester.

The sooner she gets that through her head, the better off she'll be.

Maybe we could scrape together an extra dollar. Nat's got a new job in the

general store. Spoken for. We're putting his wages against the grocery bill.

It's all right, Papa.

I didn't want to go to the auction anyway.

For Pete's sake, somebody pick up the baby.

Nat! Get your big feet off the table and pick up your baby sister.

Wiley, Ma says pick up the baby.

I ain't had nothing to eat around here.

What's for dinner, Ma?

I'll do it, Ma.

Oh, thank you.

It says here cotton's going sky high.

If I had ten dollars, know what I'd do?

I'd buy myself a bunch of shares and make a pile of money.

Ten dollars.

I'd pay off the grocery bill and fix the roof.

If I had ten dollars.

I'd quit the tannery. Yeah, you bet, Wiley.

We'd both quit and get ourselves a fishing boat.

Of course, the way to make real money is to invest.

You buy the cotton, then you take the profits and you buy gold.

If I had ten dollars, you know what I'd do?

I'd give it all away so that auction at the White Sands.

It's for charity.

Oh, forget it.

Charity ain't for the likes of the lefters.

Then why not, Molly?

It's a free country.

Nothing's free.

The way I see it, charity begins at home.

It seems I'm here at the poor box every week, the way the youngsters are

growing.

Oh, why, I remember that dress, Mrs. Bradley.

Well, now she wants a new one. You know girls.

Penny for your thoughts.

I wasn't thinking anything.

Could have fooled me.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Father, I've decided not to go to the auction.

Why ever not?

Everyone's going.

I was rather looking forward to it myself.

I thought you were too.

You thought wrong.

Izzy, this isn't like you.

It is so.

It's exactly like me, and if it's not, I don't want to talk about it.

Now, excuse me, Father. I have to practice.

Hey, Izzy.

Going in for a soda?

If you're looking for Velma Bugles, she's inside.

Ladies, quit your laughing, quit looking, look over here.

What do you want? Chocolate? Vanilla? What do you need?

Ladies, quit your laughing, quit looking, look over here. Because I'm

be worth a million dollars someday. You just wait and see. I'm going to buy

myself a brand new car. Beautiful suit. Nicest thing ever.

One lover's delight coming up.

Two scoops each of silky smooth chocolate ice cream snuggled in a bed of

fudge sauce with...

Two. Little cherries on top.

Ten cents your cost, five cents goes to the hospital.

Thank you.

And there you go.

For the prettiest girls in town.

Nat, you're just saying that.

Would I tell a lie?

You might.

I heard you say the same thing to them.

just stringing them along. It's you I'm crazy about, Emma Bradley.

But you said you liked me.

Well, I do.

I do.

You're a buttercup.

I gotta go.

You didn't have to flirt with him so boldly, Laura MacDonald.

You know, you are a spiteful cat.

I'm never talking to you again for as long as I live.

Are you all right?

My back. My back.

Thank you.

Will you be all right on your own? Oh, yes. Yes, I will.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Your bow, Miss King.

Don't be silly, Dorothy.

And how come he hugged you for so long, huh?

Out of the mouth of babes. Off you go.

Sweet on you, Hattie King.

Secret.

Petalum's not interested in me, not romantically.

Eggs, bacon, butter.

Is there something else?

No, not exactly.

I couldn't take them.

I mean, this...

May seem forward, my speaking to you on a personal matter, but I'm concerned

about Izzy.

Really? Why?

She suddenly told me she didn't want to go to the auction.

Well, Clive, I suspect that Izzy's simply having a case of jitters about

auction. Really? Whatever for?

Having to bid on a boy, I should think.

It can be quite disconcerting, you know.

Even for us adults.

Have patience, Clive. I'm sure it'll pass.

Thank you, Muriel.

The older I get, the less I understand young ladies.

Well, feel free to consult me any time, Clyde.

I will.

Yes.

Well, I will.

And thank you.

Thank you indeed.

Oh, by the way, could I have a bottle of lumbago liniment?

Well, certainly.

That's it.

Hattie.

Excuse me.

Will you accept this little gift?

It's for your bag.

It's lumbago liniment.

Oh, Clive. Hattie Bonner. Oh, sweet.

Oh, you shouldn't have... It's nothing.

I'll see you at the auction.

Oh, what?

At the auction.

Oh, yes, of course.

What a good method for the world.

Good day.

Good day.

Hey Izzy, mind if I sit here?

Go away.

Oh yeah, can I bid on my picnic basket?

How would you like to stand on your head and spit nickels?

Yoo -hoo, Felix!

Felix, want to share a soda?

No, I hate sodas.

Don't you ever get lonesome eating by yourself, Mr. Tremaine?

An old bachelor like me is accustomed to solitude.

Well, if you don't mind my asking, haven't you ever thought about, you

getting married?

Oh, I've thought about it over the years.

Generally, I took a nap until the feeling passed.

Are you thinking of getting married, Felix?

Who, me?

No, sir.

I was just thinking.

Well, you're a man of the world. You might know.

How do you get one girl to stop liking you and another to start?

Felix, my lad, that is a serious question.

And if I knew the answer, I wouldn't be sitting here by my lonesome eating this

French sheep dip.

Get back to Mr.

Lapierre.

Tell him to send me up something fit for human consumption.

best friend.

Don't waste your time feeling sorry for Monsieur Tremaine, Felix.

Anyone who would rather eat blood pudding than coq au vin deserves to be

Especially when he has the perfect woman for him under his nose.

Under his nose? Who's that?

Why, your aunt, naturally.

Don't be silly. Aunt Olivia's married.

No, no, not Olivia.

Etty King.

Aunt Hetty?

That's ridiculous. They fight all the time.

Aha.

Opposites attract the first law of love.

And Tremaine and Hattie King.

If you put them together for 24 hours, they'd strangle each other.

Now, Janet, maybe it's not as outlandish as you think.

He's alone, she's alone.

And they do have the hotel in common.

Oof!

Yoo -hoo, it's me, Thelma Bugle. You feel it, Tom?

Felix? I am not going to the auction, and I'm not getting stuck with Velma

Bugle. Now, son, don't be like that.

You know, the auction's for the hospital. You've got to be there. It's

as a king.

I'll tell you what.

I promise I'll outbid anybody who bids on you.

How's that?

Now, wait a minute. I thought you were bidding on me.

There are some things a mother has to do for her son.

I'm not going on a social outing with my mother.

You don't have to.

You can cook me dinner right here at home instead.

Let me talk to him.

All right.

Tell me what's wrong, Felix.

This might be difficult for you to imagine, you know, but I actually was.

young once myself about a hundred years ago.

It's Izzy.

Am I right?

What difference does it make?

Will you leave me to die in peace?

Peppers, onions, two boxes.

Yes, potatoes, hummus.

Sorry to intrude. Not at all.

But I forgot my pate in the icebox.

Pull up a chair.

I've an order.

Here.

Thank you.

No, but I've already eaten.

And I can't stay Izzy's home alone.

Oh, by the way, be a good fellow if you're passing by Rose Cotton.

Drop off this kitchen inventory for Miss King.

Happy to. Pierre, do you... This is an astonishing spread. Do you always make

this fuss just for yourself?

Absolutely.

Dining is an artistic experience.

Beautiful food is like beautiful music.

Each one is a symbol of love.

It is.

My work.

I never thought of it that way.

The English.

What do they know about love?

Clive Pettibone.

Come in.

Oh, my, this is a surprise.

Sorry to disturb you, Miss King Eddie.

I was at the hotel. Pierre asked me to drop this off to you.

Kitchen inventory, I believe.

Oh, how sweet of you.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Coming all this way just to see me.

Oh, I was just sitting down to my supper.

Could I set a place for you two?

Thank you.

Izzy's home alone.

I've got to run.

Thank you.

Goodbye, then.

Good night.

Adieu.

Thank you.

Becky, what a pretty dress.

You like it?

I certainly do.

My papa gave it to me. I was so surprised on your bust of guts.

Becky Lester, what are you doing in my dress?

It's not yours.

It's mine. My papa gave it to me. I should know my own dress when I see it.

You're a big fibber, Emma Bradley.

My papa bought this dress for me on sale. He said so.

Well, your father's a liar.

And you know what? He's a thief. Two. Because my mother donated that dress to

the foreign mission.

His father never bought it. He stole it out of the poor box.

Poor box?

Vicki. What?

I hope you're satisfied, Emma Bradley.

She was so happy and you made her miserable.

Ah, Mr. King.

If you're looking for Felix, I believe he's outdoors with all the other

lunatics. Oh, it's not Felix I'm looking for, Mr. Tremaine. It's you.

It's a delicate situation, but I have some information for your ears only.

Oh, nothing wrong, I hope. No, no. In fact, depending on your point of view,

it's quite intriguing. You see, there's a...

A certain lady of my acquaintance, of my very close acquaintance, and of yours

too, if you get my drift, who might be very interested if your picnic hamper

showed up on that auction block.

A certain lady?

Could you give me a clue?

You don't mean...

I

can never betray your confidence.

But if you were in any way interested, I could... I never thought she was...

I mean, that is... No, I couldn't.

I would, but...

Up your sleeves.

We'll fix that in no time flat.

He grins, will you?

Eddie, I want to have a word with you. Oh, not now, Alec.

I'm supposed to be meeting Muriel and I'm late. No, this will just take a

minute, so don't say no and turn me out.

Hello.

There is a certain eligible bachelor, a gentleman you probably haven't even

considered, and he wants you to bid on his hamper.

It comes with no surprise, you see.

I already know what the gentleman in question feels about me.

Strictest confidence, Alec, you promise.

Yesterday, in the general store, he presented me with a little gift. What?

Last night, he made up the sweetest excuse imaginable just to come calling.

But I thought, I guess you never know how these things work.

Good luck at the auction, Hattie. Hope the weather holds.

Oh, I've been looking all over for you. Oh, Hattie.

It's Olivia's.

Splendid. Fine day, ladies.

Shall we go?

And now, ladies, a hamper for your consideration, prepared by young Wiley

with his very own hands, which he assures me he's washed.

So let's start the bidding here now. Who will give me ten cents, ten cents, ten

cents?

Yes, ten it is. Going once, going twice, sold to Miss Dora Keyes.

Come here, go on.

Get over here, you dumb dog.

waiting for, ladies?

The delectable treats, the gourmet delights prepared by the incomparable

Monsieur Pierre Lapierre.

So what am I bid now for some lucky lady?

Do I hear 25 cents? Becky.

Who'll give me 25 cents? Water.

Come here, I got you a dress. A quarter there we are. One quarter. Who'll make

that two?

50 cents?

50 cents we have right there.

We'll make it 60.

Over here, Keith. Come back here.

50, ladies. Let's hear it. Who give me 60? Who give me 60? Over here. Over

60 cents. Going, going.

And sold to Rachel Lynn for 60 cents.

What?

I didn't bid on him.

She does not want me. I do not want her.

Oh, Rachel. I'm sure Pierre is a lovely person.

All right, ladies, what am I bid for this magnificent picnic lunch here made

young Davy Key?

If I'm not mistaken, there's some delightful corn pickles in there, not to

mention sandwiches, another delight.

So who'll start the bidding off at 25 cents? Who's going to give me a quarter?

quarter, do I hear a quarter?

What about 10 cents? 10 cents, give me one thin dime, just one thin dime.

Come on now, ladies, ladies, ladies.

Come on, make that a nickel. Just one poor, lonely little nickel.

Three cents.

Three cents.

Going, going, and sold to the pretty little lady in blue.

And now, ladies, young Felix King has prepared some delectable delights in a

hamper here. So what am I bid? What am I bid?

Who'll start this off? Who'll give me a quarter?

30 cents.

30 cents.

Splendid. I have 30. Who will make it 35?

35. 35 it is.

One dollar.

One dollar. One dollar.

Going.

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold.

Forget it.

Who'll make that 30?

30 cents.

30 cents it is. Who'll make that 35? Do I hear 35?

$1 .19.

Going once, going twice, and sold to Laura McDonald and Emma Bradley.

All right, ladies, now we have here, prepared by a gentleman of town, Mr.

Pettibone, a splendid hamper for you.

Oh, one of my bed, one of my bed. Who gave me a quarter for this?

Let's hear it. 25 cents, 25.

25 cents.

There it is. Do I hear 30? Do I hear 30?

30.

30.

30 it is. Well, do I hear 35?

Do we have 35?

35 it is.

35. Who will make that 40? Do I hear 40? Do I hear 40?

and sold to Miss Muriel Stacy.

Thank you.

Ah,

yes, well, thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. Tea will be served later

this afternoon, after which each couple may proceed on their social outing.

Thank you all.

Thank you.

Ready in a minute, Mother.

Oh, no, Harry. No, Harry.

Smells delicious.

Oh, no.

Not Velma Bugle.

Tell her I left town.

No, wait.

Tell her myself.

Evie.

What are you doing here?

Your father said you were making dinner for me.

Muriel, I hope you won't think me a romantic fool. I'm afraid I have two

feet. But would you do me the honor? It would be my pleasure, Clive.

Thank you.

You fib, Clyde Pettibone. You dance beautifully.

Yes, indeed.

I have big, big prospects.

After I start my own business, which is any day now, I'm going to buy myself a

brand -new suit just like that one and the biggest motor car you ever saw.

Nat, you're only a soda jerk.

That's just temporary.

Big investments. I am going to be worth a fortune someday. Just you wait and

see. All I can see so far is a big mouth.

I'll say.

You're not interested in us.

All you can talk about is yourself.

Go on.

Let's talk about you, then.

What do you think of me?

My, I must admit that goose mush is not bad.

Ah, Marseille.

A woman after my own heart.

Would you mind if I sat closer and held your soft little hand in mine?

You try it, you little French rat, and you'll wish you'd never been born.

Hi, Papa.

Hello, Pumpkin.

I made a fine mess of things, Becky.

Are you real mad at me?

Oh, Papa, it's all right.

Izzy had the dress that don't fit her no more, and she gave it to me for tea.

Do you like it?

You look as pretty as those girls in the catalog.

You get her home on time, young fella.

You'll have me to answer to.

You hear me?

Yes, sir.

Well, everything seems to have worked out for the best.

Yes, well, almost everything.

Well, Simon, it's been quite the day.

One could say that again.

Well, Simon, it's been quite the day.

They seem to be having a good time.

Yes, they do seem to be.

Hattie, this may come as a shock, but when I last tangled in Paris, I was

considered somewhat expert.

Good Lord, Simon, are you all right?

My back.

Don't leave me once in a while. I can't move.

Very cautiously now.

The very same thing. Slowly,

slowly. Straighten up.

There, there.

Lean on me now.

Good.

One step at a time.

Gently, gently.

That's it.

Good.

Gently now.

Poor thing, I know exactly how you feel.

Very, very carefully.

Very carefully.

Oh, that hasn't happened in years.

They said it helped to sleep on a hard mattress.

Oh, yes, I do believe in a firm mattress.

This is why I keep insisting on new mattresses for the hotel.

Don't be ridiculous.

Do you know what an expense that is? We can't afford that right now.

I've just got a bill for the new boiler that would choke a horse. Well, that's

true.

Next year, then, after the roof.

The roof?

Yes, the roof.

What is it? Here come the damage. The water. The water that leaked.

Nobody told me.

Oh, yes, we did. What about room 17? The wallpaper in room 17.

The English couple. The English couple.