Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Page #4

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Well, within reason.

If you make any mistakes,

I'm going to tear your head off

and use it for a doorstop.

- Okay, chief. You know me.

- I'm still regretting it.

Now you're going to meet

your Aunt Miranda.

I wonder if she'll like me.

You be nice to her,

and she'll be nice to you.

Uncle Harry...

is this where my mother used to live

when she was a little girl?

Yup.

I think I'm going to like it here.

Wait for me.

How do you do?

I guess you must be my Aunt Miranda.

Heavens above.

It's Bess's child.

- How did you ever get here?

- Oh, we drove up on the village bus.

"We"? Who's we?

Why, Uncle Harry and I.

There ought to be a law

against loose planks.

- It's a miracle I'm still alive.

- It's no miracle.

It's a calamity. I suppose you want

something, as usual.

Let's not start by quarreling, Miranda.

I'm only going to be here a few minutes.

That's long enough for me.

My, this is a very fine boarding house.

This is no boarding house, honey.

I thought everyone took in roomers.

A nice environment

you've given her.

I want to have

my environment fixed.

- I'll wager the child hasn't

had a bit of food.

- Oh, yes, I have.

Uncle Harry bought me a candy bar.

Candy bar?

Take the child in the kitchen and

get her something decent to eat.

- Oh, I can help myself.

I'm very self-reliant.

- I'm hungry too.

Let's go together, huh?

My name's Rebecca Winstead.

What's yours?

- I'm Gwen Warren. We're first cousins.

- Oh, are we?

My, it's nice to get-out

in the country again.

You certainly have

a cozy little place here, Miranda.

Get to the point, Harry.

Well, Miranda, it's this way.

I've had Rebecca on my hands

for some time now.

It's been quite a burden. Of course,

I'm only too glad to take care of the child.

Although she really isn't

my own, you might say.

But lately I've had several

financial reverses, and I thought-

You're trying to tell me you want me

to take the child off your hands.

I'd hardly put it that way, Miranda,

but that's the general idea.

Listen to me, Harry Kipper.

I'll take Rebecca,

but only on one condition.

Promise to let me have her for good, so

I can give her the right kind of upbringing.

I don't want her to come to

a bad end like her mother.

Now, now, your sister

didn't do so bad.

- You're just against show people.

- Show people!

If Bess hadn't eloped with that

opera singer who died without a cent...

she wouldn't have had to marry

a no-good like you!

- Now, Miranda.

- Don't you "Now, Miranda" me!

Will you promise not to come back here

if I take the child?

It's a sacrifice, but I'll go for anything

that's good for Rebecca.

- You know me, Miranda.

- Yes, I know you.

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