The Heart Is a Rebel Page #3

Right now, I've got to

track down a gross of

pin the tail on the donkey sets

or know the reason why.

Aw, then madam,

perhaps I could interest you

in our official, deluxe

dick Tracy detective kit,

complete with

magnifying glass, badge,

and fingerprint powder,

oh, it's a dandy!

Better stay with the skunks,

grace.

We're going to have to make room

for a shipment of llamas

arriving next week.

Llamas?

Lloyd the llama,

eleven inches tall,

shipping weight two pounds,

price:
Five ninety-five.

Lloyd the llama?

I'm sorry, Joan,

but there's an outside call

for you I felt might be

important.

A Dr. chambers?

Oh, yes.

Uh, grace, will you stay

with Billy for a few minutes?

I'll be right back.

Sure, I'd love to.

All right, Billy,

let 'er go.

Hello, Dr. chambers?

Yes, Joan.

Is there anything wrong?

Now why is it that everyone

thinks a doctor is always

the bearer of bad tidings?

I'm sorry.

The reason I called,

we just got the results

of Davy's last tests

from the laboratory.

I'd like to go over them

with you.

Could you drop by

the office?

Say, during your lunch hour?

Of course, uh,

how 'bout one o'clock?

One o'clock will be fine.

I'll see you then.

Thank you, doctor,

goodbye.

Goodbye, Joan.

Careful, careful now.

Well, I declare,

I never did see such a child

for always wantin' to be

sittin' on folkes lap.

Glady?

Huh?

What's God like?

What's God like?

Well, baby, that Bible says

that after God got through

makin' the world,

he sat back and looked.

And he looked at all

the mountains, rivers,

green grass

and the trees,

and as he looked,

he saw there was still

something missing,

as he couldn't love them

and he was lonely,

because God wanted

someone to love,

so he made people,

all the folks in the world.

Do you think he knows

what I look like?

Oh, of course,

he made you too, angel.

He knows what all

his little lambs look like.

Did he know I was going to be

sick all the time?

Davy, listen to your glady.

Don't you ever, ever think

God made you sickly.

This world is full of sadness

that man brought on himself

a long, long time ago.

Why, even our blessed lord

had to suffer because of it.

They crucified my lord

and he never said

a mumbling word

they crucified my lord

and he never said

a mumbling word

not a word

not a word

not a word

he bowed his head

and died

and he never said

a mumbling word

he bowed his head

and died

and he never said

a mumbling word

and he never said

a mumbling word

not a word

not a word

not a word

I wish I could say

there was some definite

indication of promise, Joan.

In these congenital

heart cases,

we just have to be patient.

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