The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane Page #2

Well, you can take it with you

if you like.

- But your father's doing it.

- I'm doing it.

And Hebrew.

My son's children tell me...

you gave them some birthday cake

the other night.

He came inside the house?

- My son?

- Yeah, he came inside.

Your father?

Your father was here that evening?

He was in his study.

When he's working,

he can't be disturbed.

Since that evening, my son's been back?

No.

- Not been back at all?

- No.

If my son should come back

and your father isn't here...

it might be better

if you didn't let him in.

Well, he didn't ask

my permission the first time.

I hope you didn't intend that

to sound so rude.

I'll tell my father you said not to let

your son inside the door.

That won't be necessary.

Maybe I don't understand

what you want, Mrs. Hallet.

One thing I certainly do not want...

is to go on and on about something

that doesn't matter in the slightest.

I came for jelly glasses.

We'll get them now.

Your son says I have pretty hair.

Did he tell you that?

We'll get the glasses now.

They're in the cellar.

We'll move this table...

so I can get the rug up

and raise the trap door.

My father and I like the table

where it is.

But the glasses are in the cellar.

I'll get them for you later,

Mrs. Hallet.

Move the table.

This is my house.

You are an extraordinarily

rude little girl...

who's going to do exactly as I say.

Last week you took

the only good grapes we have...

and now the crab apples.

And you never asked if you might.

And today you just walked

bang into my house!

- This is not your house!

- My house!

Leased.

You're 13.

Why aren't you in school?

Thirteen means I have no rights,

is that it?

Thirteen means you should be in school.

- Look at me when I speak to you.

- I study at home.

It so happens I'm a member

of the school board.

When we meet on Monday,

they'll be very interested in your case.

Now, where's your father?

- I told you, he's in New York.

- Exactly where in New York?

He's having lunch with his publisher.

I want the publisher's telephone number.

- I don't have it.

- The publisher's name?

This one's London.

Your father will telephone me the

moment he comes back, understood?

This is my house.

What are you doing here?

It's Saturday afternoon.

Why aren't you at the game?

I've gotta do this report

on government...

and I need to know when

the school board holds its meetings.

Well, would it help you to visit one?

No. Actually, all I really need

to know is when it meets.

Twice monthly.

Someone told me

it's meeting this Monday.

No, the board meets again

a week from Thursday.

These are the bylaws.

- If you need any further help...

- No. This is super. Thank you.

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