Has Anybody Seen My Gal Page #2

- When did you say Dan's coming over?

- Eight o'clock. We're going to the Strand.

Anybody Here Seen Kelly?

I'll get it.

- Good evening, young lady.

- Good evening.

- May I ask who you are?

- You may. I'm Roberta. Who are you?

I am Mr Smith. Mr John Smith.

The John Smith

who was in love with Pocahontas?

My dear young lady, do I look 300 years

old? Don't answer that question.

- May I see your mother?

- Yes?

- Oh, are you Mrs Blaisdell?

- I am.

- I've come in answer to your advert.

- Our what?

You advertised for a boarder. Said you

had a pleasant room and excellent food.

There must be some mistake.

There's no mistake. Is that the Courier?

I'll show you.

There it is, in black and white.

"Boarder wanted. Pleasant room and

excellent food, $8 a week. 302 Maple St."

- That's our address all right, but...

- Maybe Poppa did it for extra money.

Daddy wouldn't do that without telling us.

- If you'll show me to my room...

- I have no intention of taking in a boarder.

Then why did you advertise for one?

Don't you realise that to advertise falsely

is blatant misrepresentation...

...for which you can

be held accountable in court?

- I did not advertise.

- Perhaps it's a joke.

Laugh if you wish -

after you've shown me to my room.

But we have no room.

Nonsense. In a big house like this

there must be a room somewhere.

How about that room next to the attic, the

one Grandma lived in after Grandpa died?

Sounds enchanting. I'll take it.

If you'll kindly lead the way...

- I'll take you up.

- Really, Mr Smith...

I'll give you a week's payment in advance.

You may send the receipt up to my room.

- By the way, what time is dinner?

- Seven o'clock.

I usually dine at 6:30,

but I imagine I can survive till seven.

I'm sure you'll like the room.

It just has a gorgeous view.

You have a nice porch, too.

Grandma used to love to sit out here.

Oh, let me help you.

- Quiet, Penny.

- What's she barking about?

It's not a she, it's a he.

He's barking because this is his bed.

Don't tell me

I'm supposed to sleep with him.

Oh, no. Penny's used to sleeping alone.

He's really a wonderful dog.

Poppa says he's a purebred mongrel.

What's this?

It's an easel. You see, I'm an artist.

No fooling! Golly, an honest-to-goodness

artist living with us!

Penny, this is not a newspaper.

"How to Paint in Ten Easy Lessons."

That's something I wrote anonymously

when I was an instructor in Paris.

- Paris?

- Yes, Paris.

You see, I...

Millicent.

That's my grandma.

She died when I was six.

A beautiful woman.

A far cry from the flappers of today.

I don't take after her at all,

but Millie - My sister - Looks just like her.

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