Bright Eyes Page #4

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and everything's

all set for tomorrow.

It's wonderful

of you and the boys...

to give Shirley

her Christmas party.

Oh, we're getting a big kick

out of it ourselves.

She'll be so surprised.

She doesn't expect much, you know.

Now, get her down to the airport...

as early in the morning as you can.

I may not be able

to come with her...

but I'll be down just

as soon as I can get away.

That'll be fine.

Hello, Mr. Merritt.

Merry Christmas.

The same to you.

I'm just after making

myself a cup of tea.

- Will you have one?

- Sure.

Ah, fine.

Hello, Loop.

Hiya, honey.

All ready for Christmas?

I've been ready

for a long time.

Hello, Loop.

Hiya, Thomas.

All ready!

Come on.

Yes, dear, I think Friday

will be all right.

That will be fine.

Very well. We'll make it

definite, then.

Thank you so much

for inviting us.

Good-bye, dear.

This is good cake.

It ought to be.

I whipped it up myself.

How are you,

Mr. Merritt?

The compliments

of the season to you.

Same to you,

Mr. Higgins.

The cup that cheers

but not inebriates.

Ha ha ha!

Wow! That's hot.

- Ha ha ha!

- Ha ha ha!

Higgins.

Yes, madam?

My cousin's arriving

from New York tomorrow...

and I want you to be sure...

that everything

is done just right.

Yes, madam.

- Thomas, you will meet the plane in the morning.

- Yes, ma'am.

I'm very anxious to show her

that we can do things...

exactly as well out here

as they do in the East.

I want perfect meals

and perfect service.

Is that understood?

Yes, ma'am.

- And, Mary...

- Yes, ma'am?

I hope you'll remember

what I told you...

this morning...

about visitors?

Yes, ma'am.

And I don't want to

have to remind you again.

Remember that,

Mrs. Higgins-

Anything else than perfection...

and, ggkktt...

off goes your head.

My head, indeed.

You better look

after your own.

How can you stand working

for people like that?

Oh, I don't mind.

Could be worse.

Well, I guess you know

your own business best.

Now we'll have a little pepper.

Good-bye, Mrs. Higgins.

Ah-choo!

I'll see you tomorrow.

OK, Loop.

Hello, dear.

Mother, I undressed myself.

I put my clothes away-

all folded and everything.

Well, you're mother's

precious little angel...

that's what you are.

No, I'm not,

because angels have wings...

like these.

Those are your daddy's wings.

I know, and he's really

an angel, isn't he?

Yes, darling.

Now, then. Are you all ready

to hang up your stocking?

- Mother.

- Yes, dear?

You know,

I was thinking today...

- about hanging up my stocking...

- Yes?

and I thought maybe...

if Santa brought me

a great big present-

of course, he mightn't-

but then if he did-

Yes, if he did?

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