Adventure in Baltimore Page #3

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- Paris?

- Of course.

I think your family would rather have you marry a nice fella

and settle right down here in Baltimore.

I'd rather commit suicide.

You've certainly changed since you've been away at school.

You have to know what you want in this world.

- Yeah. Well, I think I know what

- I

- want,

but...I don't know how Bernice feels about it.

We're very lucky, really.

- Why?

- Knowing what we want.

Most people don't.

But I have a long, arduous road ahead of me.

Painting is what you want. You stick with it.

If I can help you, just say the word.

Thanks, Tom. If I can help you get what YOU want,

I'll be only too glad.

Well, thanks.

You know, I've always felt like you were my best friend.

Talking to you is just like talking to another man.

I'm certainly glad.

- Well, goodbye.

- Bye.

Making flutter eyes...

Dropping hymn books...

-

- Come in.

Oh, you're still busy.

It's all right, Dan.

- Mr Fletcher, our senior warden. Mrs Warford.

- How do you do?

Joined the parish, Mrs Warford? Well, that's fine.

I like nothing better than to see a prosperous couple come in.

Yes. Mrs...

There's nothing finer for a family

than their own permanent pew with brass plate attached.

The contributions go to our mortgage fund,

which can always bear up to welcome additions.

Well, some day, of course, we'd like to, but...right now...

Aye.

Go ahead, Andrew. I'll sit and wait till you're finished.

I won't take long, Dr Sheldon.

They say a tale of woe is soon told.

Though I don't know why it falls so much harder on some than others.

- Didn't your husband get the job?

- Yes, but now he can't start.

- Why?

- The tool kit you had the machine shop lend him?

- Gone.

- You mean...stolen?

The whole box. And he can't work without them.

And a new set will cost 20.

DAN CLEARS THROA We just haven't got the money, Dr Sheldon.

And if he can't work, he can't get paid,

and then what about the children?

- Oh, I don't know how these things...

- Yes, yes...

- Ahem!

There they sat, on the porch.

The next morning, gone. Every hammer and saw.

A new set is...20.

We'll pay you back in no time, Dr Sheldon.

Ah...hem(!)

Out of Ed's first pay cheque.

We don't like to be spongers, Dr Sheldon.

DAN SPLUTTERS:

You just wouldn't believe the things that happen to us.

First, my cousin got sick...

Let's pray heaven favours you more these next months.

Oh, thank you, Dr Sheldon.

And you'll never regret it. Never.

And thank YOU, Mr Fletcher.

And er...goodbye.

Goodbye.

DAN CLEARS THROA Aye, 'tis a blessed emotion, charity.

But sometimes, your generosity puzzles me.

The cheque can't be covered.

It's not drawn on the charity account, Dan.

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