I Remember Mama Page #3

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...only so they do not laugh at Trina.

You go call her now, Lars.

Come have some coffee. Jenny. Sigrid.

- Trina!

- Yeah, I'm coming.

Oh, I beg your pardon. I was not aware...

Oh, Mr. Hyde, these are my sisters.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Madame. Madame.

The three Graces.

- I shall be in my room.

- Yeah, sure, Mr. Hyde.

- Has he paid you his rent yet?

- Well, is hard to ask. Surely he'll pay soon.

Surely he won't. If Martha thinks she'll

get the warm coat she always talks about...

...out of that old broken-down actor...

- Jenny, Mr. Hyde is a gentleman.

He reads to us loud wonderful books.

Longfellow and Charles Dickens

and Fenimore Kipling.

Oh, come. Come in, Trina.

Come. Coffee's getting cold.

- I tell them.

- Why did you come to Martha first?

She think maybe

Martha would understand.

Maybe Mr. Thorkelson thinks

she will have dowry...

...like the girls in the old country.

- Sigrid.

Well, why shouldn't I?

You all had dowries.

We were married in Norway,

and our parents were alive.

Where would your dowry

come from, I'd like to know?

- Uncle Chris. He's head of the family.

- And who will ask him?

He won't need asking

when Mr. Thorkelson...

Uncle Chris will eat him.

Timid Peter and Uncle Chris.

Maybe Uncle Chris will tell

him some family stories.

He knows many, does Uncle Chris.

- Where are the children?

- Yes, aren't we going to see them?

Yeah, sure. I'll call them.

- Children! Your aunts are leaving!

- Coming, Papa.

I help with the coffee things.

Is all right.

Here they come.

Good evening, Aunt Jenny, Aunt Sigrid.

Good evening. Where have you all been

hiding yourselves?

- Good evening, Nels.

- Good evening.

My, my, my, how tall he's getting.

Yeah, he's almost as tall as his Papa.

Looks to me as if he's

outgrowing his strength.

Dagmar is looking pale too.

Oh, my goodness!

What an awful-looking cat!

- She follows Dagmar everywhere.

- Next, she'll have it sleeping with her.

Don't you know a cat draws breath

from a sleeping child?

You wouldn't want to wake up

smothered, would you?

Elizabeth can have all my breath.

- There.

- Elizabeth.

- What a very silly name for a cat.

- It's a very silly name for that cat.

- That cat's a tom...

- Nels, you do not need to say it.

She better think up a new name.

He's Elizabeth, and he's gonna

stay Elizabeth.

Well, maybe you would call him

Uncle Elizabeth.

Uncle Elizabeth?

- Elizabeth, do you hear?

- Goodbye, all.

- Come on, sweetheart.

- You're called Uncle Elizabeth now.

Nels, go tell Mr. Hyde

we're ready for the reading.

You mind what I say, Martha.

It'd be a great pity if a boarder put

something over on a Norwegian woman.

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