A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Page #5

Come on and tell me.

Well, I wished that when

you came home today

you wouldn't be sick.

Who told you to

call it "sick," baby?

You shouldn't waste your

wishes on things like that.

You should be saving them

for a silk dress or something.

Haven't you got a better wish than that?

Well...

Come on.

Well, I hope Mama won't be

too mad with Aunt Sissy.

What about Aunt Sissy?

She's gone and got herself

another husband again.

No!

No! Gee, if there

isn't a woman for you.

Hey. What did

your mama say?

Well,

she didn't like it.

Yeah.

I can imagine that.

Couldn't you sort of

say something to her,

not to be too mad

to Aunt Sissy?

That I could, prima

donna, and that I will.

Thank you, Papa.

Now, haven't you got just

one little wish for yourself?

Just one wish

just for you?

Well, did you see it, Papa? What?

Out the window, our

tree, they've killed it!

Well, will you

look at that, now?

They didn't have any right

to kill it, did they, Papa?

Now, wait a minute.

They didn't kill it.

Why, they couldn't

kill that tree. Honest?

Why, sure, baby.

Don't tell me that tree's gonna

lay down and die that easy.

Look at that tree. See

where it's coming from?

Right up

out of the cement.

Didn't nobody plant it. It didn't

ask the cement could it grow.

It just couldn't help

growing so much,

it pushed that old cement

right out of the way.

But when you're busting with something

like that, can't anybody help it.

Like, like that little old

bird up there. Listen to him.

He didn't ask anybody

could he sing.

And he certainly

didn't take any lessons.

He's so full of singing it's

just got to bust out someplace.

Why, they could cut that old

tree right down to the ground

and a root would push up

someplace else in the cement.

You wait till spring,

prima donna, and you'll see.

Well, this ain't winning

the family bread, huh?

Come on. Ain't you got one nice,

little wish just for yourself?

No, Papa. I just...

Just what?

I just love you

so much, Papa!

Well, what do you know?

Listen.

If I make a lot of tips tonight,

you know what I'm gonna do?

What, Papa?

I'm gonna put two bucks on the nose

of a horse I know is running Monday.

And I'll win 10. Then I'll

put it on another horse.

If I use my head

and I'm lucky,

I'll run it up

to 500 bucks.

Then you know what I'm

gonna do? What, Papa?

I'm gonna

take you on a trip,

just you and me

on a regular train.

Maybe we'll go down south

and see the cotton.

You know, down where

them cotton blossoms blow.

Way down

upon the Swanee River

Far, far away

You're a nice girl, baby.

Come on! We'll go up and tell

your mama the news about my job!

Anybody seen

Johnny Nolan's wife?

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