Yours, Mine and Ours Page #3

No, put me down!

I don't wanna go, please.

Stop it, I don't want to.

Mr. Beardsley?

- How is she?

- Oh, she's fine.

Nothing to worry about.

May I talk to you?

Privately.

I forgot my Post Toasties.

We've scarcely met, but I feel

that I must talk to you about this.

Of course.

Your daughter tells me

that you're a widower?

Yes, that's right.

I'm awfully sorry.

Louise seems to feel the loss

of her mother very deeply.

On top of that, she's going through

a very trying time emotionally.

I don't quite understand.

Am I being stupid?

No, you're being a man,

which is sometimes the same thing.

You can learn to do

the shopping for the family...

...and maybe even do the dishes...

...but that doesn't exactly

make you a mother.

Well, I'm not really cut out for the job.

Well, it seems that it's not been easy...

...for Louise to explain to you that...

You know...

...a tree can blossom in the middle

of a busy city...

...but a young girl needs privacy...

...and she hasn't been able

to find it at home.

So if she's been emotional or upset

or even a little bit hysterical...

...it's because she's growing up

and suddenly changing.

Is that all? Why didn't she tell me?

Because you would've said,

" Is that all?"

She said that she's been very upset...

...about having to share

her room at home, and...

Today, when the maid walked in

while she was taking a bath...

...she was so embarrassed that she...

- Poor Louise.

Stopped being a little girl,

and I never noticed.

Well, if it's any help, I understand.

I'm a widow, and I have

the same problem in reverse.

Now I'm sorry.

Have you been alone very long?

Forever.

Almost a year now.

I know what you mean.

Dick was a navigator.

He crashed, routine training flight.

- Navy?

- What else is there?

Children?

They say it's toughest on the kids...

...but they haven't convinced me.

- I know.

And right now I think you have...

...a rather difficult assignment

with your daughter.

I think you should go in

and talk to her and take her home.

Thank you, Mrs?

North. Helen.

Thank you, North Helen.

- When are you on duty here?

- Afternoons. Five days a week.

Any of my kids get sick on

the weekend, I'll hold them over.

Hi.

- How do you feel?

- I'm fine.

- Can I go home now?

- Sure.

Turn around.

- Hello.

- Oh, is this North Helen?

- Yes. Who is this?

- This is Frank Beardsley.

Oh, are you having more problems?

No, no. I just called to thank you for

helping me with my daughter today.

Well, now, that's the worst reason

I ever heard...

...for calling a woman

at 11:
00 at night.

Well, I'm a little out of practise.

Well, as a matter of fact, so am I.

Oh, for heaven's sake,

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