Dimples Page #2

Oh, he got away.

The thief got away.

- Are you hurt, sir?

- Oh, he was a big fellow.

Too big for me.

I'm not as young as I once was.

- What's going on down there?

- This gentleman almost caught the thief.

- He got nearly everything back.

- Wonderful!

Won't you come in, sir?

I'd like to see you.

Oh, thank you, madam.

I'd be delighted.

Well, I did no more

than my duty as a citizen.

Ah, and not unlike the home

of my childhood.

Dimples, my darling.

- You're all right.

- I knew you'd come.

- It's the professor.

- Ah, delighted.

Do you see? If anything's been stolen,

always send for the professor...

and, generally,

you can get it back.

Uh, yeah. Well,

I wouldn't go as far as to say that.

You've rendered me a valuable service,

sir. I can't thank you enough.

Oh, madam. I, uh, I was passing...

in front of your, uh... cottage...

when the culprit emerged

from the bushes.

I seized him and grappled with him,

but he was young and I am not

the Eustace Appleby that I was...

when I stroked the Yale crew

to victory.

If it wouldn't embarrass you, I'd like

you to accept a little something.

Oh, no, no, madam.

Thank you. Not for me.

Any American would have done the same.

But, of course,

if you'd like to, uh,

remember the child

with a little something...

- Oh, no.

- Eh, no.

Just a little souvenir. $100 or...

Perhaps 75.

Is there anything

you'd especially like, dear?

Well, there is one thing.

- Yes.

- What is it, dear?

If it's not too much,

I'd like another little piece

of that chocolate cake.

- Of course, child!

- Oh, dear.

How big a piece do you want?

A big piece or a real big piece?

Give her all the cake

and some of the cookies.

Here you are, dear.

Now tell me, where do you live?

- In the rookery, in Cherry Street.

- The rookery?

Just sort of camping out...

the Depression, you know.

Oh, yes. Good night, my dear.

- Will you come and see me again, soon?

- Yes, ma'am.

I'd like to.

Do you always have chocolate cake?

I will, whenever you come and see me.

Well, come, my little rosebud.

It's passed our bedtime, you know.

Au revoir.

Oh!

- Cicero!

- Yes, sir.

Yes, I wasn't sleepin'.

I was just restin' my eyes.

Well, this is hardly what a gentleman

expects of a gentleman's gentleman.

A flne way you choose to welcome your

master home after the day's commerce.

There should be a blazing fire,

hot punch.

Yes, sure would be nice.

- But...

- I was never without my nightcap.

I never knowed you had

but the one cap, Mr...

I have put up with your

perpetual unconsciousness!

I've overlooked your careless

treatment of my establishment!

But no one can remain

on my domestic staff...

and speak slightingly

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