My Brilliant Career Page #2

or making friends.

Being beautiful is...

no guarantee of success

in anything.

But it does help a little.

I have a plan. You'll never

make me more than middling ugly.

We'll see. But first of all,

no more looking in mirrors.

And no more thinking

about yourself.

Seventy-eight, seventy-nine,

eighty,

eighty-one, eighty-two,

eighty-three, eighty-four,

eighty-five, eighty-six,

eighty-seven-

"I had a dove,

and the sweet dove died,

"and I could have thought

it died of grieving.

Oh, who could it grieve for?"

Mr. Hawden!

Frank.

How terribly kind.

Not at all!

Rain!

Now you see the consequences

ofwild and extravagant behavior.

You'd have done the same if you hadn't

seen decent rain for over a year.

Well, a few days in bed

will keep you out of mischief.

Harry has brought you some apples

all the way from Five Bob Downs.

You remember

Harry, dear?

Oh, Podgy?

Sybylla! Harry and Miss Augusta are the

most important people in the district!

Too good for me then. I'm only good for

the local boy who has pimples and stinks.

I shall make quite sure my granddaughter

will never marry a man unworthy of her.

Don't worry.

I don't.

I'm not marrying anyone.

I'm going to have a career.

A career. What in?

Mmm, literature, music, art.

Maybe the opera.

I've not made up my mind yet.

I fear, Helen, we underestimated

her mother's problem.

I wish Julius were here.

She needs a man's hand.

Ethel.

Yes, ma'am?

Take this to

the kitchen, please.

# Maggie Piggins on the wall

Maggie Piggins going to fall #

# Maggie Piggins very tall #

# Maggie Piggins dancin' #

# Maggie Piggins had the coo

Brown and white within the brew #

# Open the gate

and let him through #

# Maggie Piggins in tr- ##

Do you, um, need a hand?

No, thank you.

You're, uh, new here, aren't you?

Do you work in the kitchen?

I'd be obliged to you, sir,

if you'd take yourself out of the way,

unless you want me foot

in your big, fat face.

How about, um, a reward?

Let me go.

You should be ashamed.

A gentleman like yourself...

peepin' and pryin'

on innocent girls.

You'll have me sacked,

you will.

What's your name?

Wouldn't you like to know!

Ah, it's a picture, you are!

Can't I look now?

What do you think,

Biddy?

Well, ma'am, I don't think

the glass'll break.

Biddy!

I hope you can say something

to your Uncle Julius.

Uncle J.J.?

He's not here!

Thank you, Aunt Helen.

It's beautiful.

Oh, Sybylla!

There she is!

Uncle J.J.!

Here.

By George,

you're a good-looking young lady!

Ah. You've changed,

no doubt about that.

You haven't. Your kisses

still smell ofwhiskey and cigars.

That's what makes 'em irresistible.

Ah, come in, gentlemen!

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