Bachelor Mother Page #2
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That job is yours
for just as long as you want to keep it.
What do you say, Miss Parrish?
Thank you...
Thank you very much.
And you are to be raised $5 a week
as of last week.
Is that satisfactory?
What do you say, Miss Parrish?
Thank you.
But merely getting your job back
and an increase,
that is not your real Christmas present.
-No?
-Oh, no, no.
Your Christmas present is probably
the greatest gift
that any woman could possibly have.
So true.
I almost envy you.
I do envy you.
Really?
You fortunate girl,
to have an employer like Mr Merlin.
And when you go home tonight...
you'll get your Christmas present.
Tonight?
-Tonight.
-Tonight.
Now, Miss Parrish,
you may return to your department.
Thank you.
And now I want to wish you,
and yours,
a very, very Merry Christmas.
-Thank you.
-DAVlD:
Good day.Good day.
Thank you.
And the same to you.
Nice-looking girl like that.
It's a funny world.
I can just see the look
on that girl's face tonight.
(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)
Who is it?
Something from Mr Merlin.
Your Christmas present
from John B Merlin & Son.
And what do you say, Miss Parrish?
I'll tell you what I say.
You can just take that baby out of here,
and this minute.
Do you realise what you are saying?
I certainly do.
That's not my baby
and you can just take it back
to the Foundling Home where it belongs.
Do you understand that Mr Merlin
gave you back your job
in security and comfort?
And you are choosing instead
to let it be raised as an orphan?
That's not my baby!
I am not its mother!
Come, Mrs Wilkins.
That baby'll be back at the Foundling Home
before you get there, even.
I wouldn't try that if I were you.
And it's no use
your trying to leave it elsewhere,
because it will only come back to us,
and we have its footprints.
I am not going to inform Mr Merlin
of your attitude.
Well, I am.
(BABY CRYlNG)
How do you like that?
Well, listen, kid, this is nothing personal.
I mean, it's...
I just don't know anything about babies,
and then...
You're so little.
Hey, hey, take your finger out of your mouth.
You want your teeth to grow crooked?
Come on, come on, take them out.
Take it out of your mouth.
(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)
Who is it?
It's Freddie, a well-dressed man.
Oh...
Oh, just a minute.
Oh...
(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)
I'll only be a minute.
FREDDlE:
Hi, sugar.Oh, hello, Fred.
I'm afraid I won't be able
to go out with you tonight, 'cause, uh...
I sort of feel
like I'm going to have a headache.
Oh, now, wait a second.
Babe, you can't do that to the chief.
Stand up the old maestro?
Why, everything's all set.
My brother let me have his car,
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