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if you'd been interested in music.

What's the matter?

You see a resemblance?

She's like ..

Like Martha.

I know.

Are you related to the Burnsides?

There is no relationship

with Martha, Horace.

In a way, I'm sorry.

Vic has told me so many

things about Martha Burnside.

What kind of things?

Just nice things.

What else could I say about Martha?

Of course.

You know, it's funny. I do a great

deal of remembering myself.

But I rarely ever talk about it.

We do go a long way back.

Don't we, Vic?

[ Singing:
]

"Now the moon shines

tonight on pretty Red Wing."

"The breeze is sighing,

the night bird's crying."

"For afar 'neath his star

her brave is sleeping."

"While Red Wing's

weeping her heart away."

It's tough paddling. What

would you say the current is?

Five miles an hour? Six?

About four.

Ha, that's what you'd say If

you were doing the paddling.

Alright. I'll paddle.

Do it downstream.

It's easier.

Come on, that's not fair.

I gave you best at swimming as you're

the best swimmer and we all know it.

But I'm the best with the paddle and

you won't let me show Martha.

Give me that paddle.

Look out! We'll be getting a bath.

Help me! Help me!

Alright, Martha. I'll get you.

Help me ..

Hurry!

Help me!

Help me.

As if I didn't have my hands full. Now

you come in looking like a drowned rat.

You're a "Vendig" alright.

Not caring that I have to work my

fingers to the bone, teaching brats ..

Whose mothers I wouldn't let take

in my washing when I was a girl.

Freddie Attwood, you keep on with

those scales until I tell you to stop.

Look at that suit!

A suit I paid nine dollars for that

I didn't pick up in the street.

I couldn't help it, Ma.

That's just what your

father used to say ..

When he came home with

every cent of his pay gone.

I'll make some money, Ma.

I'll make enough for plenty of suits.

He could brag, too.

You talk about earning money.

What do you do?

Sneak off and go fishing.

I wasn't fishing.

Don't you lie to me now.

What were you doing?

Answer me!

Did you hear?

Is Horace alright, Mrs Vendig?

Horace?

Why yes, certainly.

Thank heavens.

Where is he? I must see him.

There you are, Horace.

I'm so thankful.

You're a brave, wonderful boy.

It wasn't anything, Mrs Burnside.

What's all this? What's Horace done?

Why, didn't he tell you?

My Martha would have drowned

if Horace hadn't saved her.

Why didn't you tell me this?

You never game me a chance.

I think he's a hero. I think

you should be proud of him.

I know that. I don't need anyone

to tell me that, Mrs Burnside.

Just thanking him seems so little.

Isn't there something you need, Horace?

Something we can do for you?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

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