Animal Crackers Page #3

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Mrs. Rittenhouse made me an offer.

Lovely. By the way, what's the secret

about the painting?

No secret.

It's Beaugard's "After the Hunt".

The original?

- Most original.

Be careful.

Where did she get that?

Is it very valuable?

- It must be worth a fortune.

It looks as if Mrs. Rittenhouse gets

the Social Award of the Season.

Can't we do something?

- We might shoot ourselves.

I'd rather shoot Mrs. Rittenhouse.

I have an idea. I copied that painting

at art school a year ago.

Well, what of it?

But I still don't get it.

I'll get the copy.

We'll substitute it for the original

and when she unveils it,

she'll have a cruel imitation.

Grace, you're wonderful.

- That's what I've been telling you.

I won't be long.

- Alright. See you later.

Oh, Hives?

Do you still feel a bond between us?

- Most certainly, Mrs. Whitehead.

Strong enough for you to do me

a big favor? - Anything at all.

If I were to ask you

to take away the Beaugard...

Do you mean...

- Temporarily, of course.

And substitute something of my own?

- Quite an unusual request.

It is, but somehow I still think

of you as one of the Whiteheads.

You may count on me.

My soul is yours,

even though my body

may belong to Mrs. Rittenhouse.

Why, Hives!

Oh, Mrs. Whitehead!

- Arabella!

May I present Mr. Parker?

- Of the Massachusetts' Parkers?

Why, no.

- Then the Southern Parkers?

No, the Central Parkers.

You know, the Benches and Trees.

I see.

Meow!

Oh, I don't like that woman.

You sit down here

and tell me whom you do like.

Oh, so that's your game.

- Vow listen. Do you really love me?

Marry me and find out.

- Marry you?

On what? Last year I sold 2 paintings.

One at 100 and one at 50.

Could we live on $150 a year?

- We wouldn't need money.

I've got a charge account

in every shop on 5th Avenue.

If I had any brains, I'd give up

painting and get a regular job.

I had a cousin who made $50,000

in Wall Street last year.

I don't wanna marry your cousin.

I'm a darn fool and wanna marry you.

Say...

we could get that old bluff Chandler

to buy a portrait from you.

Chandler?

What does he know about art?

The less he knows,

the easier it'll be for you.

They're right upstairs. You can't miss

them. Go round the other side.

Mrs. Rittenhouse.

Captain Spaulding!

How are you?

Tell me. Are you alone?

- Captain, I don't understand.

You don't? Don't give me that innocent

stuff or you'll be alone.

A big cluck like you

turning cute on me!

Mrs. Rittenhouse...

- Yes?

Oh, pardon me.

You've been affected like this before?

Oh no, Captain.

- You will be.

Mrs. Rittenhouse...

Ever since I've met you,

I've swept you off my feet.

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