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Like this way, folks, you can't afford to miss him. He lives, he breathes. He's

as rigid as a cocoon pole.

Yes, sirree, folks, he is absolutely petrified.

Stiff! Stiff as the mummy of an Egyptian potentate. And all we ask is one -tenth

part of a dollar.

One pin dime to stucconize this thrilling freak of nature.

She will amaze you. She will astound you.

Marva, the headless woman. Why, she baffles all the medical doctors.

Marva, the headless beauty from continental Europe. Kept alive by a

surgeon's secret.

Here you are, sir. Two, please.

Two, sir.

My good man. If he goes in, I go in, too.

Oh, the two of you.

And now, you see before your very eyes, Marla, the first woman in history to

lose her head and never know the difference.

Well,

can you imagine?

Doctors are sure clever nowadays.

Your attention is now directed, ladies and gentlemen, to this machine.

By means of a secret process, chemical blood is manufactured here and pumped

through these coils to the great jugular artery.

Thus, keeping Martha physically fit and in radiant health.

You can see for yourself her abounding vitality.

Now, you may ask, what would she say if she could speak? What strange secrets of

her headless world would she impart?

But she cannot speak.

Marva cannot speak or hear or see.

To the end of her days, Marva will be held in her prison of silence.

Ladies and gentlemen... Oh!

What's the idea?

Something was crawling over me. Here comes James.

I see you have detected our harbor. a little deception,

but I beg of you, don't be unreasonable.

Your money will be cheerfully refunded by our cashier. Now, please, fire him

Oh,

it was you, wise guy.

You ought to knock your ears off for this. I couldn't help it. It was that

guy in the monkey suit.

Let me go. Let me get my hands on him.

Oh. The best yap act in the outfit.

Two bits are taken. Turning them away.

Oh, gee, boss, I'm awful sorry.

Get your stuff and get out of here.

Go on, get out.

No.

Merry Christmas. Jingle bells.

Well, if it isn't the headless beauty. It isn't anymore, fancy pants, thanks to

you and your swell sense of humor. That little joke of yours cost me my job. My

child, those who scoff at science are destined to fail. Oh, yeah?

Calm down, boys. Let me at him.

Oh, weep for poor Donald.

We shall not look upon his like again.

Boiled as an owl, I might have known.

Only a drunk would pull the kind of a trick you did.

Don't worry, boys.

the button wouldn't do a guy like that any good. What he needs is a double

-breasted straight jacket.

Now, now, come on now. Let's make up and let bygones be bygones.

Maybe life's a jolly Fourth of July picnic to you, brother, but it certainly

isn't to me.

You canceled out my meal ticket. It's the middle of the night. There are no

trains or buses till morning, and I got exactly two dimes in 45 miles between me

and New York.

Well, what are you going to do about it?

Sure, we'll have a little drink here with Curly and then we'll shove off.

do you say?

In a word, no.

I don't need to see the newspaper picture of the accident to know how I'd

sprinkled all over the highway.

Well, what's the next idea?

I know. You take my car.

Is that offer on the level? Why, certainly. Here.

Here, there's your ticket.

And there's the bus waiting right over there at the terminal.

Oh, is that a break? for you, girly. What do I do with it after I get it to

city? Oh, just drop it off at the Waldorf garage.

The Waldorf Astoria?

Bet you can't say that three times fast without making a mistake.

Look, bud, I've had all of you I can pick. I've got to watch my blood

So long.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

Guess we could buy my suite before we shall never see each other again.

Oh, yes, we will, honey.

I've got a bad habit of looking at the dummies in department store windows.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Evening, officer.

I'm new to this neighborhood, aren't you? Brand new.

It's my first visit and I'm on my way out.

You're from Brooklyn, aren't you?

Yeah, pretty.

South Brooklyn.

Run to the Ralstons?

Ralstons?

Never heard of them. What street did they live on?

Pull over.

Look, officer, I'm in kind of a hurry, so if you're lonesome and want to talk,

couldn't we just ride along like this?

Pull over.

Let me see your driver's license.

It was the idea. I was only doing 25.

Hand over the driver's license.

Well, I would if I had one.

Got an owner's certificate?

Look, officer, what have I done? You started out kind of friendly.

You got something against people from South Brooklyn?

Where'd you get this car?

I borrowed it. Is that a crime?

Oh, so you borrowed it. Who from?

From the fellow who owns it.

Or at least he said it was his.

What's his name? Well, I don't know. We weren't formally introduced. And what's

your name, sister?

I go by Maisie Revere, but my right name's Mary Anastasia O 'Connor. Oh, an

alias.

Well, car thieves are getting better looking every day.

And you certainly didn't pick yourself a cheap one either, but one that costs

plenty of dough. One of the Ralston's cars.

That's where you made your mistake, sister.

Why, every cop on the pipe from here to Montauk Point knows the Ralston's cars.

You come on with me.

Oh, now, look, officer, you got this all wrong. Let me explain how it happened.

You can tell it to the judge in the morning. Now, come on.

Am I to understand I'm under arrest?

Yes.

You know, there was a pinhead who worked at the carnival with me.

Funny. He never said anything about having a son on the police force.

But I guess he had his pride, same as anybody else.

It seems to me I deserve some consideration around here on account of

Denny. A good cop with a wonderful record. He never made any false arrests.

Oh, this is an old -time low.

What kind of stars could have been overbroken when I was born?

According to the owner of the car, he has no recollection of lending said

vehicle to you. Well, according to me, I don't care what he says.

Remain silent until the court questions you. Say, is this a free country where a

girl's got a right to ask a few questions on her own hook? Or has

taken a turn for the worse since last night?

Certainly this is a free country. Then I'd like to know.

Between me standing here and telling you I never stole so much as a hairpin in

all my life, and a guy so busy nursing a hangover he don't even know whether

it's Thursday or raining, whose words are you going to take, mine or his?

Ben. Mr.

Ralston, however, stated he did not care to bring charges.

Well, I call that big of Mr.

Ralston.

As to these charges, driving without a license, resisting an officer, using

abusive language, and vagrancy... Oh, who's using abusive language now?

There's limits to what a girl can take. That's not fair.

But isn't it true that you are without funds, an address, or definite

employment?

Listen, Judge, I had a job at the Marlowe Brothers Carnival. It was to

two months at $25 a week.

I lost that job through no fault of mine.

But if you make me pay more on top of what I already paid for what was this

Ralston guy's fault, every bit of it, you won't be handing out justice.

I'm not afraid to face the music for anything I did that was wrong.

Maybe I made a mistake when I called him an ape.

But maybe I didn't.

I beg your pardon.

Judge Thatcher, when they first questioned me about the car, things

frankly, quite hazy in my mind.

In fact, I remembered almost nothing of last night.

But since listening to Miss... Revere.

Thank you. To Miss Revere and all the evidence, I can remember enough to feel

sure that what she says is probably true.

I'm terribly sorry if I was responsible, and I hope you'll accept my apologies.

Apologies? You'll have to do better than that.

It's high time that you realize that your adolescent behavior is a source of

annoyance to every self -respecting citizen in this community.

This last escapade has had very serious consequences.

You're not on trial here, but I hold you directly responsible for this young

woman's predicament.

Therefore, this court orders that you attempt to make amends by reimbursing

immediately with the sum she would have earned in gainful employment.

Oh, no, not me.

Thanks all the same, but I don't take money from anybody unless I earn it.

Very well.

Then you will employ Miss Revere at $25 a week for two months in a job that is

congenial to her.

Oh, my Judge Thatcher, you know I haven't any employment to offer. I

business. You will make it your business to give her employment as the court

orders. All charges dismissed.

Case closed.

Oh, gee, Judge, you turned out to be human after all.

Thanks a million.

Not at all.

If he doesn't supply that job, you just let me know.

Okay, Judgey.

Oh, yes, allow me.

Well, thanks.

The judge didn't say you had to wait on me.

I, uh... Oh, that's all right. I'll just climb over.

Well, where are we going?

I'm taking you home.

Maybe this whole thing wasn't such a hot idea. He said you were to give me a

job. I know, and that's what I'm going to do.

But you heard me tell Judge Thatcher that I wasn't in business of any kind.

So the only thing I can do is find something for you out at the house.

What, for instance?

Well, to be perfectly frank with you, I don't know.

But don't worry. We'll work something out.

Well, if you really mean that, why don't you tell me what ideas you've got, and

I'll tell you how they hit me.

Well, we have quite a few books.

Oh, come on now. Do I look like a librarian?

Maybe you're right.

Look, you and your folks eat home, don't you?

Dad? Well, then couldn't you use someone extra to put it on the table and wash

up? I'd be okay at that. I'm clean and I'm quick.

Well, of course. If you don't mind doing some kind of housework, I just didn't

like to suggest it.

If you ask me, it's as good as being a headless woman any day in the week.

Okay, mister, you got a new mate.

Fine, I'll turn you over to Walpole as soon as we get home.

Walpole?

Well, Walpole's sort of taken care of things for us since before I was born.

Oh. Will I be staying on the place or do I get a room somewhere?

Well, I think you better stay at the house.

We're quite away from the village.

Okay. I'm not a bit fussy so long as you've got a spare room I can hang my

Cigarette?

Thanks.

Let's have some music, shall we?

Yeah, let's.

All right.

Thanks.

Gee, I can't believe it.

Believe what?

The change in you since last night.

Are you really this nice, or are you afraid of the judge?

I'm not afraid of the judge.

Say, what were you celebrating last night?

Christmas Eve.

Uh -oh.

When you start playing Santa Claus, the end of June, you're in a bad way.

I guess you are tonight.

Here we are.

Say, you're sure lucky living so close to a park.

It's not a park.

See, this is part of the grounds.

Grounds?

Gee.

There's the house over there.

Say, it certainly is a picture.

And here I was worrying if you'd have enough room.

What's the size of a hotel?

As a matter of fact, that about describes it.

Allow me, Mr. Roberts.

Good morning.

Hal Walpole, this is Miss Revere.

Oh, you're him.

Well, I'm glad to meet you, Walpole.

How do you do, Miss... Revere. But you can just call me Maisie.

As a matter of fact, I feel more at home if you both did.

What do you call yourself, Bob?

Sure, that's right.

Oh, Walpole, Miss... Daddy's Maisie is stopping with us for two months.

Yes, Mr. Robert?

At a salary of $25 a week.

Yes, Mr. Robert.

Maybe you'd better tell him I'm the new maid.

Oh, that's right.

Maid? Yes, and find something decent for her. No scrubbing floors, nothing like

that. No, sir, I'll do my best.

Oh, anything you got open will do fine.

I did a walk -on as a maid in a show once, so I know how to act. Even if the

routine will be kind of new at first.

You're a theatrical person, Agent Mason.

You see, I was the cause of her losing her job with the carnival.

Although this isn't much of a substitute, I think... Oh, would you

you before, being the headless woman is no better, Roses.

That's right, you did.

Oh, there's her bag.

Yes, sir.

I'll get this.

Well, Walpole will take care of everything, so I'll just leave you with

now, if you'll excuse me... Oh, sure, Bob. Go right ahead. I'll be seeing you

around later.

That's right.

Hello, me, miss.

Oh, you bet.

Say, the lobby of Radio City's got nothing on this.

And he calls this a house.

Say, does Bob live here all alone?

Oh, Miss Maisie, not Bob.

Oh, you mean he's married?

Mercy me, no.

Mr. Robert lives here with his father and Miss Abigail, his sister.

Oh, where's his mother, isn't she? Mrs. Ralston is no longer living.

Oh.

Gee, she must have kind of hated to leave all these beautiful things.

She was a very great lady.

Her presence is badly missed.

Only three people in all this space.

Pale, is anything the matter?

Everything.

Those earrings.

And all that jewelry.

They're just not worn when one's in uniform.

Well, if that's the case, I'll peel them off. But I must say I'm going to look

kind of undressed.

And your shoes.

Your toes. Your toes are protruding.

Good gracious.

Haven't you a more conservative pair?

Well, if you mean have I got any ground grippers, no.

It's these are my wedgies, and they got the toes in and the heels out.

Wedgies? Uh -huh. Oh, no, those by all means.

Oh, please don't misinterpret my criticism, but we must.

You must be most discreet, now of all times.

Why now?

Is anything going on? Oh, great deal.

We have a house full of guests.

Oh, I didn't see any company.

Oh, they're being served breakfast down by the swimming pool. And we have a lot

more guests coming tomorrow for the engagement dinner.

Bob's engaged.

Mr. Robert.

No, it's not Mr. Robert. It's Miss Abigail whose engagement will be

Oh, that's nice.

Excuse me.

Ah, yes.

That's Miss Abigail summoning me. I must go.

Well, what about me? I'm supposed to be working here. Oh, yes, yes. Well, take

that bowl of flowers upstairs.

Put it on the console table in the west corridor of the south wing.

Got a map?

Yes, well, use the back stairs.

Now, are you quite sure you understand?

Oh, don't you worry your cute little head about me.

Come

in.

Good morning, Miss Abbey. Good morning, Walpole.

Isn't this the most beautiful day?

Indeed it is, Miss Abbey.

Walpole, I rang for you because I was wondering.

I haven't heard from Father yet, and I thought perhaps there might be a

that was overlooked in all the excitement.

No, no telegram has come, Miss Abbey.

But I feel certain he'll be coming.

After all, a dinner party for the announcement of his daughter's

it's a very important occasion.

Oh, be sure of it. He'll be here tomorrow night.

Oh, it's silly of me to worry, isn't it?

No special request today, Walpole. Just see that our guests are well taken care

of and tell Cook to give us something very nice for dinner tonight.

But you always do that anyway.

Thank you, Miss Abbey. Oh, Walpole, are you sure the decorators are coming

today? Mr. Whitcherley assured me he'd be here promptly at 11 to arrange the

table. Oh, wonderful.

Have you seen Mr. Phillips yet?

Mr. Phillips breakfasted in his room. I think he wished to wait till you were

ready before going down to the pool.

Oh, I didn't know he was waiting for me. Thank you, Walpole.

Please tell me which is the camisole table.

The camisole table?

Well, now, I'll tell you. The console table is right there.

Thanks.

Don't know your way around, do you, Peggy?

I know my way all around, and the name is not Peggy, Charlie.

The name's not Charlie.

It's Phillips.

Link Phillips.

Wait a minute. What are you made up for?

You're no maid.

What is this, a rib of some kind? One of the gang staging a practical joke?

Yeah, a county judge down at Bell Harbor. He's very comical, keep you in

stitches. A judge?

I don't get it.

Well, pardon my frankness, but I don't care whether you get it or not.

Just as cute as you are fresh, aren't you?

You know, we had a saying on our block once.

I'd rather be fresh than stale.

We girls used to say it to dirty little boys.

It's a corny old crack, but it's still good enough.

Well, I'll be... Oh, Link. Coming, darling.

We'll spar a couple of more rounds later.

Link.

It was sweet of you to wait for me.

I never mind waiting, if it's for you.

Everybody to his taste, said the old lady as she kissed the cow.

Please bring a dozen more of the breakfast plates down to the pool right

The breakfast plates?

The blue and white ones.

Second shelf of the window. Hurry up.

Okay, coming right up.

Your breakfast, miss.

Oh, thank you.

Good morning, Miss Abby. Good morning. Oh, Abby, darling, bless you.

Now that you're here, everything, honey child.

Abby, my pet, you're such a divine hostess. You're spoiling us hopelessly.

Really, I'm already betting the day I have to leave.

Speaking as the oldest guest in this charming resort, so am I. Why, John,

be so naive, Abby. What's your bid?

Oh, good morning, Bob. I didn't see you.

Oh, I'm trying my best to be inconspicuous.

He's being very mysterious, Abby.

Won't tell us a thing. about where he disappeared to after dinner last night.

Yeah, that's me, man of mystery.

Uh -oh.

Evie, I could have made a grand slam with half of what you had.

Why don't you take them one by one?

Judge Thatcher, Maisie's my award for two months. Two long, happy months.

What is it this

time? Well, it's that stupefying challenge to the intellect, the headless

from the Marlowe brothers' carnage.

to take them off at once. You know, you said you would.

Listen, for two cents I'd take off the whole outfit and sit out the summer in

Central Park.

How long you been serving time here, Walpole?

Maisie, I must ask you to try to be a little... Oh, I've been the Ralston

for 30 years.

30 years on the 17th of April.

30 years.

Boy, have you taken your beating like a man.

Say, who are those assorted nuts out of the pool anyway?

Maisie, I must rebuke you.

These young people are Miss Abby's guests, her friends.

You mustn't speak so disrespectfully of them. Listen, Walpole, I've spent my

last 20 years learning how to spot phonies, so when the label reads

why not say so out loud?

You don't like them, do you? My dear, show mercy me. I don't know. I need that

paycheck bad, but I'm beginning to think this is one of those times when money's

too expensive.

Yes, Maisie, very good.

You wish to see me, Miss Abby?

Yes, I do.

Your name is Maisie, isn't it?

This is Miss Ralston, Miss Abigail.

Oh, you're the sister.

Ma 'am.

Yes.

My brother told me how you happened to be here.

Yes, ma 'am?

No, not ma 'am. Miss Abigail.

Oh, that isn't necessary, Walpole.

Bob was to see that you had employment for two months at $25 a week. Wasn't

the arrangement? Well, I had it coming to me after what he put me through, and

that was the judge's idea, too.

There's the front doorbell. Will you excuse me, Miss Abby?

I think Judge Thatcher was perfectly right.

But really, I can't expect you to do this sort of thing.

It isn't fair to you or to my guests.

So perhaps we can solve everything by paying you now in advance, and that'll

leave you free to find something more suitable.

Why don't you come out in plain English and say you want me out of here?

Oh, really, that's... Listen, I told your brother it was a job or no dice.

That happens to be the way I operate, lady, strange as it sounds. And when I

on this outfit, all I expected was $25 a week and halfway decent treatment in

return for doing my best.

But if that isn't good enough for you, just say so.

I'll go with exactly what I brought here.

Two dimes, a suitcase, and a talent for picking the jinxes.

Oh, please.

I only suggested the money because I thought you'd be happier with it that

Oh, I'll bet.

You came hot -putting it up here from the pool all worked up about making me

happy. You came up here to pay off nature's mistakes so your guests

embarrassed looking at her. Oh, please don't feel that way. Listen, maybe I

don't know the ins and outs of being a maid, but that crowd of yours wouldn't

held over for a second week in some spots I've played.

If they were rude to you, if we were rude, I'm sorry.

Oh, skip it.

Looking back on it, I guess I didn't behave so hot myself down there, or just

now to you. But your brother lost me a job yesterday.

Today he's very swell and very sorry, and I thought the job would be okay.

Now it's curdled on me. You can't blame me for being burned up.

No, Maisie, I don't blame you a bit.

I'd be burned up myself.

But don't go.

I know just how you feel about not wanting to take the money without

it, really, I do.

Yeah, well, maybe you'd do it that.

But in eight weeks, I'd be a cinch to tangle with one of those comics down by

the pool, sure as fate.

They'd give me that, well, darling, she's too, too laughable, I mean,

and I'd give them a right cross.

Oh, Maisie, I'm sure that won't happen again.

Here's an idea.

Nora's been taking care of me. She's my personal maid.

But she's very busy with the house so full.

Would you try that job?

Well, being your personal dresser, you mean?

Yes. I'm sure you'd find it pleasant.

Well, I might give it a trial.

If I do anything out of line, you just call me on it, and I'll do it right the

next time. I know you will.

Okay, Miss Abigail, it's a deal.

Maisie, I'm very happy. Tell me.

I want to rejoice, too.

Oh, Lynx, dear, I want you to meet Maisie. She's going to be my personal

dresser. This is Mr. Phillips, my fiancé.

Maisie? It's a pleasure, Maisie.

How do you do?

Miss Abbey, the decorators have arrived.

Oh, where are they, Walpole? I've shown them in the dining room. Oh, come on,

Link. It's about the decorations for tomorrow night, and I want your advice.

So, your name's Maisie.

Now, why didn't I guess it?

I wouldn't know.

But I had you tagged the minute I saw you.

Yes.

The missing link.

to bed so early.

Now, no back talk. Tomorrow's a big night. Up you go.

All right, but today's already tomorrow.

Oh, come on, Georgie Porgie.

It's a woman's world.

What's happened to Bob tonight? I haven't seen him for hours.

Maybe he's on the trail of another headless woman.

Well, good night now.

Good night.

Good night, Walter.

Good night, Miss Abby.

Good night, Lewis.

Good night, Miss Abby.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Tired, my pet? No.

I'm so excited I don't feel a bit sleepy.

But then if I do go to sleep, maybe it'll be morning sooner.

That's right.

Oh, Link.

Do you really think Father will come?

You know, I'm beginning to feel a bit jealous of Cap.

After all, he is your pop.

But I don't want anyone on your mind but me.

In fact, I protest, my girl.

You are my girl, aren't you, Miss Ralston?

Oh, Link.

Forever.

Good night, darling.

Sleep well.

Good night, dear.

Oh, Maisie, I didn't expect you to wait up for me. Oh, that's perfectly okay.

It's part of the job, and I made up my mind not to miss a cue, Miss Abigail.

That's very sweet of you, Maisie.

Only just call me Miss Abby, will you?

Sure. Miss Abby, you know I've always hated the sound of my name ever since my

first boarding school.

Yeah? The girls used to have a rhyme they'd tease me with.

Pigtail Abigail, got no sense, but lots of kale.

Can you imagine a silly little rhyme like that making me hate my name?

I remember one the South Brooklyn punks used to pull on me when I was a kid.

Bedslat, brickbat, Mary O 'Connor's a polecat.

That's my real name, Mary Anastasia O 'Connor, after my mother's favorite

sister. I see.

Did the rhyme hurt your feelings, Maisie?

Oh, not mine.

I was a pretty good amateur rock thrower in those days.

I had to be.

Speaking of rocks.

Now, don't tell me that's all the real stuff.

Why, yes.

Gee, I never been this close to the genuine article in my whole life.

Is it all right to look?

Of course, Maisie.

Diamonds.

Emeralds.

Look at that ruby brooch.

Say, you should have worn that and a couple of those bracelets tonight. It

would have dressed up that outfit.

Well, I don't usually wear any jewelry, Maisie.

Only this little pin that belonged to my mother.

I don't care much for the other.

Except, of course, my engagement ring.

You don't?

Well, pardon the personal question, but why'd you buy it all if you don't like

it? Well, I didn't buy any of it, Maisie. It's all...

They're presents from Father.

Oh. You see, he's had to be away so much, and he's always so sorry when he

be here for special occasions.

You mean if it's your birthday or something like that and he can't make

sends you one of those?

That's right.

Boy, I certainly have a lot of birthdays and special occasions.

And from the looks of it, he must have missed a lot of them.

What did he do? He can't be a traveling salesman. Oh, no.

Well, what kind of business is he in that keeps him on the go all the time?

He isn't in any business, Maisie.

Father's very popular. He plays a wonderful game of golf.

He loves to hunt and sail. He's... Oh, Cap leads a very exciting, busy life.

Yeah, sounds busy.

Would you like to take another bath?

No, Maisie, I'll just splash some cold water on my face and hop into bed.

Good night, and thanks for waiting up for me. Good night, Miss Abby.

See you in the a .m.

You know something?

I've been reviewing our talks together.

Yes, sir. I've been running over a long series of fireside chats.

And it's finally been borne in on me that you never say anything.

Might as well be talking to myself.

That goes for you, too, General.

Now, look here, sir.

This face was given to me, and if you don't like it, I'm sorry.

But from him.

Might as well face it, boys.

He's a bust.

But you definitely disappoint me.

Oh, well.

I shall have it.

This one, Flint Hart, is on you.

Oh.

Mice. Oh.

Bob.

It's you.

One of all the people I could have met. The only one I wanted to meet, I met.

Well, well.

What are you celebrating tonight?

Groundhog Day? Oh, no, no, no. Christmas Eve. I'm loyal to Christmas Eve. One

good Christmas Eve deserves another.

Say, it isn't always Christmas Eve with you, is it? Oh, no. No.

Good. Just almost always.

Oh, Maisie, would you forgive my presuming on a very brief acquaintance?

Well, I don't know.

That depends on what counts as presuming around here. Well, I'd like to say

something. I would, really.

I'd like to venture the remark that you strike me as an ideal companion for a

Christmas Eve.

That is my reasoned conclusion, and I stand by it. Yes, good company. That

be you.

Fun.

Gee, thanks.

I wish you'd said that sober, pal, but thanks all the same.

Now, let me take it just a step further.

You would also be a charming companion at a roller derby, a midget auto race, a

flower show, a varnishing day, or a Michaelmas.

And though it would cause no end of consternation, though limousines would

and lorgnets would crash to the floor, you would grace my arm

in the diamond horseshoe.

at the opening of the opera.

They would say, Bob, how dare you?

And I would say, this is my lady.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, will we have fun.

I get it.

That man's here again.

In the words of George and old Gordon Lord Byron, there be none of beauty's

daughters with a magic like thee.

In the words of Maisie, Lady Revere, get yourself a new stooge. I'm going to

bed. Oh, no, no, no, no. Please, no. The night is young.

Oh, just do we might stick. Oh, I'm young, too. Oh, come on, Maisie. Now sit

down and chat with me.

Maybe I'd better think.

Maybe I'd better sit down and take a good long look.

Once I really memorize something, I don't forget it. Ah, that's what I want

hear.

I've listed your good qualities.

What do you like about me?

Well, there was a guy who spoke up in court once when he didn't have to.

I liked him fine.

And when that guy made a mistake and hurt somebody, he was man enough to own

to it.

I liked that fine, too.

Certainly.

And he was so polite.

Treated me like a lady.

You know, you set a lot of store by nice manners when you've been over the bumps

like I have.

Simple case of noblesse oblige.

Yeah.

Looking back on it, he was a great guy.

But, brother, that wasn't you.

Lady Vier de Vier, I am one and the same.

Your straightest fair prince, Flash Gordon.

I don't know. Maybe I'm losing my grip.

Out of my way, funny man. I'm going. Oh, well, then take my advice and travel by

air. It's the modern way. Safe, quick, and...

Quick. Thanks all the same.

But I just found out I can take a nosedive standing right here on the

Oh, well, let me reassure you, this plane I know about is absolutely

Here, wait till I show you.

It can climb 600 feet and board you. Wait till you see me set it down.

Oh, Mita. Oh, get away from me, you.

Maisie. Bob.

Go away.

Wrestling matches are no place for a woman. It's too brutal. Oh, Bob.

Maisie, I'm sorry.

Oh, it wasn't your fault.

Bob, haven't you caused Maisie enough trouble and unhappiness already?

What's that I'm trying to do? Make her happy? You're happy or a reasonable

facsimile thereof, so why not her? It's the democratic way. Oh.

Quite a surprise.

Bobby, dear.

Pardon my claws. How are yours?

Same old adorable Bobby.

On my bill, please.

Yes, Miss Rawson. Di, I thought you were in San Francisco.

Darling, I was until I read about your engagement. My dear. Oh, is it in the

newspapers already?

Angel, of course. And isn't it the most exciting piece of news?

How'd you take it? Standing up or sitting down?

Silly, I was thrilled speechless.

Abby, I just had to be here for your announcement dinner. Oh, I'm very happy.

Oh, what a shame. Everyone's in bed.

Howie, come on. Oh, no, no, no, please.

I'm much too exhausted from my plane trip to see anyone till tomorrow.

Not even Link?

Oh, Walpole.

How nice to see you. Thank you, Miss Diana.

The Venetian room? Heavenly.

You're sure I love... Oh, Diana, there isn't always your favorite room waiting

for you. Oh, Walpole, Mr. Bob will take that case. You and me, we must go to

bed. Very good, Miss Abby.

What's good about it?

Traveling kind of like. Come along, let's go upstairs.

I just dropped everything. Wait.

and rush to the airport.

Oh, Di, if I didn't know you were coming tonight, Macy.

Merry Christmas.

Ah, one for you, too.

Well, that's the end of the day, I hope.

Yes, I think it's safe to retire now.

What a place.

Borders brought me in any old time.

And if you ask me, that one seemed pretty anxious to get here. Yeah?

I fear Mr. Robert was not quite himself this evening.

Oh, yes, he was.

It was this morning he wasn't quite himself.

For him, being nice and sober and making sense is a character part.

That's the real Ralston. That's speech -making drunk.

Oh, Maisie, no.

Oh, Walpole, yes.

Mr. Robert has a fine scientific mind.

Preserved in alcohol.

I assure you, you're quite wrong.

You want to see my scar?

I've known him since his birth. Oh, yeah, I know.

But then all babies are cute.

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear.

Yes, I realize it's quite late, but won't you step into my sitting room just

a moment?

Oh, Walpole, not you too.

I beg your pardon?

I beg yours.

A day here has done things to me.

I've kept a scrapbook of Mr. Roberts' activities.

He showed fine promise.

Believe me, you're misjudging him. Now, won't you step in just for a moment and

see for yourself?

Okay.

Mr. Robert in 1920.

So he was on the wagon only 20 years ago.

Excuse me.

Ah, here he is with his first cup.

He sure bought a man -sized stein to begin on. Oh, no, that's a trophy.

He won that in competition with 5 ,000 boys of his age.

Doing what?

Cutting out paper dolls?

No, no, building the best model airplane in the country.

Maisie, he won that trophy for five straight years.

No.

In 1930, he went to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, one of the

scientific schools in the country.

And there he had a brilliant record.

He's been one of the leading airplane designers in America.

Had he remained to graduate?

I guess he just didn't have time. Too busy leaping from jag to jag.

As a junior, he won the McBride Scholarship. A very great honor, I

It was then that he left.

He came home at Christmas.

And never returned to college.

Christmas?

Yes. I was opening the Florida house.

Mr. Ralston was visiting friends in Rio.

And Miss Abby was at school.

In Switzerland.

And Master Robert was all alone.

He got lit up like a Christmas tree and has stayed that way ever since.

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear.

Nighty -night, Walpole.

Nighty... Oh, good night, Maisie.

Thanks for showing it to me.

Knowing him when he was quite a fellow must make looking at him today even

tougher. Everything he was, he is.

You'd realize that, Maisie, if you knew him as well as I do.

Why, I couldn't be fond of him if he were my own son.

Well, if you ask me,

it's too bad you couldn't have been his father.

He's just going through a phase.

That's all.

Just a phase.

Yep. The phase and the barroom floor.

Oh, you sweet thing.

Aren't you?

Yes, rather. Let's just start. How about a little game of tennis after you've

gorged yourself, Mr. Phillips? Ah, brilliant idea from one so young.

Well... Anything I can do for you, Maisie?

Not unless you can tell me where Miss Abby is.

Oh, anyone seen Abby? She dashed out a few minutes ago to her room, I think.

There you are.

Hello, everybody.

Well, isn't anybody going to say hello?

Well,

well, well.

Hello, Lee.

Hello, yourself, beautiful.

What a good morning surprise.

And what about your surprise you wrote?

Aren't you the one? I'm so thrilled I can hardly speak.

Yes, thanks.

Have you seen Abby?

Isn't he cute, acting like a husband already?

Come on, sit down. Tell me all about it. Just think, only five short weeks since

I went to the coast. But so much has happened.

May I get you some breakfast? Just a little, thank you. I'm much too excited

eat. Sit down and have your breakfast laid.

Darling.

Because afterwards I'm going to snatch you right from under Abby's nose.

For a good old gab.

Oh, this is so divine, children.

Di, I'm sorry. I just remembered I promised to play polo at the Cedrics

I can't let them down. Terribly sorry. I shall have to go like mad to make it.

Excuse me. Oh, polo. I'll ride over with you.

Well, I shall be gone most of the day.

Terribly sorry to rush off like this.

See you later.

Well, so long, everybody.

Dear lady.

He always has such a time remembering his social engagements.

Mr. Rawson left when?

Last night.

Oh, then he's probably on his way here. No, no message. This is his daughter.

Smoke.

Boy.

From your dad?

Oh, isn't he going to be here tonight, Miss Abby?

Gee,

I'm sure sorry.

Link.

Oh, Link.

Abby, my dear, what is it?

Cap.

Oh.

He isn't going to be here?

No.

Too bad.

Could you leave us alone, please?

could stand a little cleaning up around here.

I don't think I quite understand.

Well, that makes two of us. Talk about your jigsaw puzzles.

Oh, are you fond of puzzles, too?

I'm rather an expert, if I may say so. Well, maybe you can explain this one.

How does that Diana fit into the picture?

Miss Diana?

What picture?

Oh, well, never mind.

Take a stab at this one.

What kind of half -baked father is it that won't come home for his daughter's

engagement dinner?

Oh, isn't Mr. Ralston coming? No.

He sent a million dollars worth of cracked ice instead.

Cracked ice? Yeah, you know, jewelry.

Maisie, you must not.

Well, I feel sure that he bent every effort to get here. Yeah, well, somebody

ought to bend him around his neck.

Oh, what's the difference? I should worry. Right now, I'm going to catch up

cup of coffee.

The buzzer, Maisie.

That's Miss Abby.

The backstairs, please, Maisie.

Okay, cutie pie.

Oh, Maisie.

Gee, what happened?

A couple of minutes ago, you were all in tears. I know.

And now I'm the happiest girl alive.

You have to help me, so I must tell you my secret. Only promise me you won't

tell a soul.

I promise.

Are you going away someplace?

To be married.

We're eloping.

Oh.

You mean you and Mr. Phillips are going to get married today?

Oh, I can hardly believe it myself, but it's true.

Oh, it'll be romantic. It was all Mr. Link's idea, too.

Everyone will be here tonight to celebrate our engagement.

And then we're going to send them a telegram telling them to celebrate our

wedding. And we'll be on our honeymoon.

Oh, but you think you should?

I mean, isn't it awful sudden? Too sudden?

Oh, but that's what's so romantic about it.

Now listen carefully, Maisie.

Here's the key to the Asoto. Go to the garage and get it out. Park it by the

side door and leave the motor running. If anybody asks you any questions, just

make up some excuse.

Then when you're quite sure there's no one around, come up here and call us.

Link and I will be ready in just a few minutes.

If I'm not in here, I'll be in his room. He's packing.

Will you do that?

Oh, sure, Miss Annie.

I only wish it could be more.

Oh, thank you, Maisie. Now hurry and remember not to whisper to anyone.

I wish I wasn't always getting hunches. Hunches, Maisie? About what?

Rather dressy for polo, aren't you?

Yes, if I were playing polo. But I had an unexpected call and have to run into

the city.

Oh.

How unfortunate.

And on the very day your engagement is to be announced.

With a fanfare of gold -plated trumpets.

All right, Diana.

Let's get down to cases. Let's. I had every intention of seeing you and

things over when you got back from the coast.

But I didn't expect what happened in the breakfast room this morning.

Your remarks and the way you looked at me. It wasn't like you at all.

Really? Were your delicate sensibilities revolted?

Diana, be fair.

I tried to be. I wrote you and told you all about it. I felt sure you'd see it

my way.

But you never answered my letter.

I couldn't hope to compete in writing with that masterpiece of simple, direct

English prose.

So I'm replying in person, Mr. Phillips.

Look, Diana.

Maybe I took too much for granted.

I guess I felt too sure about how you'd feel.

But why should my marriage to Abby spoil anything between you and me?

Hurt me?

It would be easy if it were only that.

You couldn't hurt me, Mr. Phillips.

Now that I see you as you really are.

You've made me so sick with shame and disgust for the fool I've been that I

can't even look in a mirror without getting nauseated.

If I live ten centuries, I'll never get over loathing myself for having spent

one moment with you.

Well, if that's the way you feel, I guess that's it.

But I'm sorry it had to end this way.

Oh, no.

This isn't the end.

But don't you wish it were.

What do you think you can do?

Oh, several things.

One in particular.

Telling Abby a few of the sort of details.

And it just occurs to me it might save her some scars.

Not that my motives are altruistic, but a good deed might help restore some of

my self -respect.

Careful, Missy. Don't get too brave.

It may explode in your face. Take your filthy hands off me. Die, Link!

What is it?

Nothing, Abby. Come on, let's get out of here. Oh, Link, but you and I were

arguing. What's the trouble?

So that's it.

You're eloping.

What a miserable excuse for a human being you are. Diana, how dare you speak

Link like that? Come on, Link. Answer that one. Protect yourself. And don't

forget to mention the trip I made to the coast.

Five horrible weeks sweating Uncle Alex's consent to my marrying you

cutting off my allowance.

Marrying Link?

That insignificant allowance that had kept us both for months in the things

various hostesses didn't provide.

Abby, are you going to stand here and listen to this rot? No, I'm not.

Diana, I don't know why you're saying such horrible things, but I'm not

interested. That's right, Abby.

You're running true to form. You always were as pathetically dumb as they come.

Say what you think you have to say about me, but leave Abby out of this.

Bravo, Abby. For the love of heaven and your own sake, wake up. Stop being deaf

and blind while every one of your so -called friends laughs at your

You're buying something that will make you hate yourself.

Can't you realize if it weren't for your money, he'd be laughing at you too?

Take it from me, Abby.

I know.

Mr. Link Phillips has just jilted me for the Rawson million. Stop, stop. I don't

want to hear any more. They're lies.

Yes, I'll admit I did tell one small lie.

I lied when I said I read about your engagement in the paper.

I didn't.

I read it in a letter from Link.

Here, let me share it with you.

My darling, I'm engaged to Mary Abbey Ralston.

I know you will understand the reason.

It's an opportunity that you least of anyone would want me to refuse.

Money was the only thing that stood between us in complete happiness.

And we are both realists.

Perhaps instead of the end.

This is only the beginning.

Your link.

But, Abby, that was written before...

Worst luck next time.

Nice going, pal.

Well, what are you looking at?

Nothing. I'm nearsighted.

I can't see that far down.

Well, that's over and done with.

Oh, look, honey, I know it hurts right now like you've been scalded, but

you're going to be glad of it the rest of your life.

Oh, I... Miss Abby, let's shoot a little while to your father, huh?

Everyone knew.

Everyone's been laughing.

They've always laughed.

Death.

Blind. Oh, don't let any of that stuff throw you.

I can see now.

I can see myself.

There's never been anyone.

Nobody used to like me.

I always thought there was something wrong with me because no one liked me.

At school, any place.

And then when Link... It all began with Link.

All of a sudden, everything was so wonderful.

Link loved me and I had all the friends in the world.

Everything was different.

But it wasn't.

Link didn't love me.

Those people, they were pretending because of the money.

Just like him.

They've all been pretending right from the start.

And I haven't changed one bit.

Big tail Abigail.

Got no sense but lots of...

Tony.

You just sit tight.

I'll be right back.

for what you did last night? Look, Tripp, your sister's in trouble.

Trouble, trouble, Doyle and Drupal.

Keep quiet and listen if you're not too far gone.

She found out about Phillips. Found out he was only after her money and doesn't

love her and never did.

Ah, sure.

Sure? Well, you know what I'm trying to tell you? I know, I know, I know. I knew

it all the time.

You knew it all the time?

Well, for crying out loud, I had a hunch myself, but it wasn't up to me to say

anything. And now you say you knew.

Well, you've been here right along. You're her brother.

Oh,

if I could only shake some sense into you.

She's gone all to pieces, Bob. She looks bad and she acts awful funny. I wish

it... Oh,

never mind. You wouldn't be any help anyway.

Oh, Walpole, maybe you can help.

I'm just going to Mr. Roberts' room, Maisie. Okay, but when you're through,

you come to Miss Abbey's room? I'm kind of worried about her.

Worried? Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear. Yes, yes, of course.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my poor little rabbit.

Stephen W. Frederick. Well, get him. Get him on the phone. No, no, never mind.

Tell me the number. I'll get him. And you get on the other line and try to

up her father. What's the doctor's number? Belport 610. Belport 610.

Operator, Belport 610.

Oh, you.

Hello, Dr. Frederick.

The doctor's got to come out to the Ralston's right away.

How is she? Still unconscious. They're both working over her. Dr. Fredericks

Dr. Bryan. They're giving her oxygen now.

Your old man sure has taken long enough to get here.

The car just turned in. Must be Mr. Ralston.

Oh.

Well... Hello, Bobby. Hi, Kat. It's a terrible thing. How

is she?

Just the same. Still unconscious.

No room?

Yes.

I'm glad you got here.

I can't let you go in, Cap.

I can't go in?

But I... I'm sorry.

Is she that bad?

There's no use lying to you, Cap.

She's very low.

Well, we've got to do something, that's all.

We're doing everything we possibly can.

I got hold of Dr. Bryant. He's the best man in the country.

She should respond to the treatment.

But she doesn't. I... I can't understand it.

You wait downstairs, Cap.

I'll call you if there's any change.

They wouldn't let me in.

Bobby, why did you do a thing like this?

The law pole told you on the telephone. She and Link broke up. Oh, I know, I

know. But to try to... A young Phillips behaving like that, I

just don't understand it.

Seen him around ever since he was a kid.

Always seemed all right.

Very likable boy.

Josh Phillips was a classmate of mine.

Got a cigarette?

When Abby wrote me about this engagement, I thought it was fine.

I thought it was all right.

She's a sweet kid.

She's never been terribly attractive.

You know, plain, quiet.

I was delighted.

Gail ought to get married, and someone like Phillips.

Look here, Bobby, you were here right along.

Didn't you see how things were going?

Oh, I suppose I do in a way, but... Well, I never thought much of Phillips,

frankly. But Bobby Wyden should call me up or write me. Or talk to Abby.

That's what you should have done, boy.

Took the whole thing out with Abby.

I couldn't do that.

Link struck me as being a bit of a heel. I don't know why particularly, just

something about him.

He overdid the business of being crazy about Abby, it seemed to me, but...

I had nothing definite to go on, and Abby thought he was great.

I couldn't just go barging into her and say, I don't like this guy.

How could I do that?

Abby thought the world and all of him.

Besides, I might have been wrong, might have worked out fine.

Can't go around telling people what they should do.

They have to work things out for themselves.

Yes, of course.

I can see that.

Yes, you're quite right.

Well, I swear to heaven, I never heard anything to beat this.

Oh, Cap, this is Maisie. She found Abby lying on the floor of her room. Say,

what kind of people are you anyway?

That swell girl's lying upstairs with her throat burned out with acid.

They keep saying she doesn't respond to treatment.

Doesn't respond my foot. She doesn't want to live.

She got mixed up with a heel.

Bob knew he was a heel, but Bob couldn't knock his block off.

No, Bob couldn't even go barging into his sister and say, I don't like this

He didn't know her well enough. She was only his sister.

He was so busy feeling sorry for himself, he didn't have time to think

Abby. People got to work things out for themselves.

And you, you didn't know what Phillips was like. For all of you, he might have

been Dracula.

But his father or one of his folks was in your class, so that makes him okay.

Abby is kind of plain.

Girls ought to get married. This guy uses the right fork so fine. Only don't

bother the both of you.

Now, look here. You shut up. I've only started.

Sure, girls have been crossed up by men before.

It's happened to me, but I've always bounced back.

But why couldn't Abby roll with it? Cry her eyes out for a while and then say,

well, that's that?

Because he was everything to her.

Sun, moon, stars.

The friends she never had.

The family. Everything.

She's been starving and freezing in this grand central station of a house for 18

years. What are you talking about? I'm talking about a little kid that never

any love.

Her mother's dead.

She hasn't got a father to speak of.

There's a guy named Cap who she sees every couple of years when every place

is closed.

She knows he isn't dead because he sends her jewelry.

Well, it happens she don't like jewelry and don't wear it even. But you wouldn't

know about that or care either. When Philip scrammed, he left her with

When you're in a jam, you got to have a shoulder to cry on and a hand to grab

onto. A million bucks hasn't got a shoulder.

Oh, sure.

Her brother was here. He was here right along.

He's drunk, mostly.

But I guess maybe he was lonesome, the same as her.

It was Link Phillips for her and the bottle for him.

Something hit him about six years back when he came home on Christmas Eve with

big prize under his arm and nobody to show it to.

Not even Walpole.

What's she talking about?

I guess it's the McBride scholarship I won in my junior year.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I remember something. You remember something?

and sobered up.

Master Robert stayed that way.

Honest. I thought I'd seen my share of bad fathers and families that had

but grief.

But compared to this outfit, they were sitting pretty.

In my neighborhood, when a man beat his kids, he knew he was beating them, and

like as not the next day, he was sorry.

For my money, giving them a flat of your hands stacks up pretty good against

giving them nothing.

And that's what you've given Abby.

Nothing.

And there she is upstairs, wanting to die.

Because she's got nothing.

This is for pleasure. Good morning, Walpole.

Oh, I'd forgotten you were downstairs again.

That's all right, Maisie. That's quite all right.

Everything's all right today. Oh, yes, isn't it, Jeff? How is she now?

Wonderful. Dr. Fredericks couldn't believe his own eyes when Miss Abby saw

Cap on one side of the bed and Mr. Robert on the other, both so deeply

and affectionate. Oh, yes.

They certainly turned back the tide, the both of them. It's a new day for this

house, Maisie. Hurry up, they're waiting for you.

Hey, daddy, down, baby.

Sweet, you fit for pleasure.

Good morning, Nancy.

Good morning, Maisie. Go right in. Oh, thanks.

Maisie. Good morning.

Oh, gee, honey, you sure gave us a scare.

Cap told me something about last night. Oh, listen, last night's forgotten.

You've got tomorrow to think about.

Everything's going to break right for you from now on in.

All I want is for it to keep on being like this. Oh, it's going to get better,

even. There's some grand guy walking around looking for you right now.

And when he does, he'll follow you to the North Pole if he has to.

He won't have to.

And a girl.

Oh, now I look back on it, I guess I laid it on pretty thick last night.

That's me I get sore and let fly.

If an apology's in order, I'm making it right now.

Come on, Maisie.

You know, you'd say the same things and call me the same names tomorrow if you

thought I had them coming to me. Why wouldn't you?

Yes, I guess I would.

Sit down, my dear.

Please sit down. Thanks.

Maisie, we're going to Honolulu in about a week's time.

Oh, gee, that's wonderful.

Just from the pictures, that's always been my ideal of a place.

You wouldn't be needing a maid, would you?

No, I don't need a maid.

Listen, I was only kidding.

But I do need a companion.

I don't get you.

Not a personal dresser. A personal friend.

What we're trying to say, Maisie, is we want you to go with us to Honolulu.

And when we return, to live with us here.

Hey, wait a minute. Not so fast.

Oh, please say yes.

Well, don't worry. Just as soon as I get my breath.

Gee. Fine.

That's settled.

You and I will have a little business conference later.

And, Maisie, no more uniforms. You ought to be up on this floor near me.

Okay, Miss Abby. Whatever you say.

And no more Miss Abby.

Okay, Abby.

From the Marla Brothers Carnival to Honolulu inside of a month.

A land of opportunity is right.

Well, Bob, I guess neither one of us thought it would turn out like this, did

we?

You're the only one who hasn't said anything about it.

Do you... Do you think it's kind of gotten out of hand?

No, Maisie, I think it's wonderful.

And if I have my way, this is only the beginning.

Oh, gee.

Well... Well, I think I'll go now, if you'll excuse me.

I want to pinch myself a few times.

If I wake up, I'll be mad.

Are there many of these carnivals around?

Ouch!

Sweet youth is for pleasure, so dance while ye may.

Sweet youth is for... Hi, Walt! Ah, Miss Maisie, may I congratulate you?

Hey, not so fast.

That's not for a while.

Oh, Miss Abby told me you would be her companion, starting from today.

Oh, yes.

Isn't that swell?

Gee, so much good luck all at once has gotten me to winging. Yes, things are

moving rapidly.

It leaves one quite breathless, but most happy.

You're telling me.

I shall have some more clippings for my scrapbook.

Maybe even some pictures of a wedding, huh? Oh, yes, of course.

Oh, yes, Mr. Robert will marry someday.

What kind of a girl do you think he'd pick, Wally?

I really don't know.

I don't know at all.

She'll be beautiful, that I'm quite sure.

Charming, intelligent, and well -bred.

Someone who will fit perfectly into this house.

Whose fine background...

Sound education and good taste will enable her to make it a home for him.

And it's permissible to hope for their children.

She'll be a lady in the finest sense of the word.

I've got a couple of things to do, so I... Oh, yes, of course. You're moving

upstairs. Would you like Lewis to help you?

Oh, no, thanks, Balfour.

I'm used to being on my own. Well, if you prefer it.

I've got no choice.

But thanks, Walpole.

Thanks for everything.

Oh, no, no. You're very welcome.

Well, Lady Macy, you can't say it wasn't wonderful while it lasted.

Oh, we only do six shows a day, and the pipes and the dogs say 16.

Well, a few laughs will fix that up. You know, I've been after you, Maisie. Let

me say you and me, we step out tonight.

Well, thanks, but I wouldn't want to be the one to break up an ideal couple like

you two.

Hello, boy, sonny.

Maisie, you want to go out tonight?

No, Gloria, thanks, though. Oh, be a sport for once. He's a swell fella.

Not interested in fellas, honey.

It's the idea of making me comb the city for six solid weeks trying to find you.

What made you think you could get away from me?

Oh, Bob, what did you have to do this for?

Just when I was getting so I didn't think of you even.

Sometimes for as long as an hour.

Oh, just go away. Will you leave me alone?

You better get your things together. I'll tell the manager you're through.

Oh, yes.

I say no and I know what I'm talking about.

Well, you just think you know.

I can guess what went on in that squirrely little head of yours that made

run away from me. But it's all bunk, Maisie. Just bunk.

Now, would you get it out of your mind for good?

No.

I was dreaming along there for a while, but I came to and got that pink cloud

out of my eyes.

No, sweetie.

The old crack still goes.

East is east. Would you take that thing off and get your clothes on and stop

quoting Kipling?

Look, I'll quote you.

When a guy finds his girl, he'll follow her to the North Pole.

Well, if this isn't the North Pole, it'll do.

Now, please hurry.

Chasing you has lost me plenty of sleep, and the factory opens at eight in the

morning.

Factory? Sure, we make airplanes.

Here,

this shouldn't take you long.

Bob, I've been over all this. There's only one answer for the both of us. Oh,

you're right, my darling, you're so right. No!

Then add it all up again because you've made a mistake.

Well, do you get out of that rig so I can take you home, or... or do I have to

help? You got no right to come here and get me so upset. I don't know whether

I'm sitting or standing or what.

Just when I got myself so straightened out and so good.

Oh, I don't know what I'm doing. You're doing what I tell you. And you can't

give me your... Oh, yes, I can from now on.

Now, what are you going to do about it?

Oh, honey.

What do you think?