What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice? Page #2

How would I know?

Well, I thought your broker

would keep you advised.

He has more pressing business

than to render daily quotations

of your gigantic investment.

I know it doesn't

seem much to you,

but it represents my savings,

practically all of it.

It was at your request,

my dear Miss Tinsley,

that I handed your massive capital

over to my broker.

Well, yes. When you told me

your stock had doubled

and was still going up, I...

You wanted to hitch onto a star

without any awareness

of how treacherously

it can become a falling comet.

However...

no more of this.

I'll call my broker in the morning

and instruct him to sell your

securities, at a loss if need be.

Oh, no.

I can't afford that.

No, I don't want to sell now.

Don't call him, Mrs. Marrable,

not on my account. Please.

I won't, if youll kindly stop wringing

your hands over your money.

I think I'll go to my room.

Good night.

You promised to help me

plant my pine tree.

You want to do it now?

Go on. I'll join you

in the garden in a moment.

This would be much easier

in the light of day.

Well, the soil's too dry

in the daytime.

Besides, hot sun

can burn the roots.

I think this hole's too big

for that little tree.

Oh, I don't think so.

Oh, what a nuisance.

My watch dropped off.

- I don't see it.

- It's over there.

Down there.

( mutters )

Ohh!

( woman laughing )

Look at Aunt Claire

charming the men.

Who wouldn't, with that fabulous

necklace you and George gave her?

I wouldn't have my own mother

to a cocktail party.

Elva, George and I are

very fond of Aunt Claire.

We know, dear. That's why you

asked her to come live in Arizona.

She's got so much money that

somebody has to keep an eye over.

You aid and abet them.

Well, Aunt Claire believes

in the underdog, don't you?

Wait till the underdog starts

building across the road from you.

If the Indians are rich enough

to build there,

George won't mind a bit.

That's the measure of aristocracy

nowadays, isn't it, George?

It isn't every day I can get away

from my dull husband for a matinee.

I went there, my darling.

I waited over half an hour.

You should never

miss an appointment with me,

because, you see,

I give no second chances.

Pity, too.

Youve escaped.

What's wrong with our party?

Nothing. It's lovely.

Maybe I've been

to too many in the East.

And this is

the reason I came to Arizona.

The rocks or the snakes?

The open spaces.

No kidding.

Well, there's

a lot more desert out there.

I could take you for a drive.

They won't miss us.

Least of all my wife.

No, thank you. I'd like to take

my time discovering the desert.

I confess that's

what I had in mind.

On my own.

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