The Barretts of Wimpole Street Page #2

Ha ha ha you and me

little brown jug don't I love thee

Ha ha ha you and me

little brown jug don't I love thee

My wife and I lived all alone in a little brown hut we called our own

She loves gin and I love rum

tell you what don't we have fun

Ha ha ha you and me

little brown jug don't I love thee

Ha ha ha you and me

little brown jug don't I love thee

Ha ha ha...

Good evening, papa.

I am most displeased.

I think I have told not once but several times

that in your sister's very precarious state of health...

... it is not advisable for more than three of you

to be in her room at the same time.

You all of you know that she must avoid every kind of excitement...

... and yet I find you rumping around her like a lot of disorderly children.

I am gravely displeased.

I am not aware that I have said anything amusing, Henrietta.

I beg your pardon, sir.

May I ask what you were doing as I came into the room ?

Showing Ba the polk.

How to...

to... dance the Polka.

I see.

Well, Ba, I think I'll say good night and...

I'd be grateful if you allowed me to finish speaking.

Are you being insolent, sir ?

No, indeed, sir. I assure you...

Very well.

Now...

Papa. I like nothing better than a little noise occasionally.

Perhaps you won't forgive my saying, Elizabeth,

but you're not the best judge of what is good or bad for you.

And that brings me to what I came here to speak to you about.

Dr. Chambers has just told me...

... that you have persuaded him

to allow you to discontinue drinking Porter.

It needed very little persuasion, papa.

I said I detested Porter

and he agreed at once that I should take milk instead.

I questioned him closely

as to the comparative strenght giving values of milk and Porter...

... and he was forced to admit that Porter came decidedly first.

That may be, but when you dislike a thing to loathing,

I don't see how it can do you any good.

Your likes and dislikes

are quite beside the point in a case like this.

But Dr. Chambers himself...

I have told you what Dr. Chambers said.

But, papa...

Did you drink your Porter at dinner ?

No.

Then I hope you'll will do so before you go to bed.

No, papa. That's really asking too much.

I can't drink the horrible stuff in cold blood.

Of course I have no means of cohersing you...

... but I intend to give

your better nature every chance of asserting itself.

A tankard of Porter

will be left at your bedside and I hope that by tomorrow...

... you will be able to tell me that you have obeyed your father.

Sorry, papa, but I shan't drink it.

Henrietta, go and fetch a tankard of Porter.

No.

I beg your pardon ?

It's sheer cruelty.

You know how Ba hates the stuff.

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