Curly Top Page #5

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I mean, to your friend -

for wanting to adopt Curly.

But you see, when my father and mother...

- Darling, could you run outside?

- Must I?

- I think you'd better.

- All right.

You see, Mr Morgan, at the time

my father and mother were killed...

- Killed?

- Yes, in an automobile accident.

- I'm so sorry.

- At the hospital, just before they...

just before they died,

I promised them Curly and I

would never be separated.

I couldn't break that promise, Mr Morgan.

She needs me. And I need her.

I understand.

I hope you'll thank your friend for us.

Please tell him how grateful we are, but...

Goodbye, Mr Morgan.

(? "It's All So New To Me'')

- I like that.

- Thank you, Aunt Genevieve.

- One of your own compositions?

- The melody came to me only this evening.

Quite the nicest thing you've ever done,

Edward. It has real feeling.

Your little nephew has real feeling,

my darling, just like anyone else.

I'm going upstairs to write some letters.

I'll come down and kiss you good night

before I go to bed.

- Promise?

- I do.

All right, it's a bargain.

In the meantime I shall be thinking up

at least six new compliments for you.

(? resumes "It's All So New To Me'')

Edward?

Edward.

- Aunt Genevieve.

- Well, I'm waiting.

- For what?

- For my compliments, of course.

- You promised me an even half-dozen.

- So I did.

I shan't be able to keep my promise.

I've been very busy.

- Busy.

- Word of honour.

I've been playing an old and charming game.

I've been daydreaming.

Just suppose, for example...

See that painting there?

But of course I do. I'll have you know my

eyesight's every bit as good as it ever was.

Suppose the figure of that lovely child

should suddenly come to life.

Suppose it smiled at you and waved its hand.

- What would you do?

- I'd call a doctor.

Now, Edward, now, now, take it easy.

Well, the truth of the matter is,

I just love your game.

I'd adore it if the child in that picture could

come into this home and actually live with us.

Do you really mean that, Aunt Genevieve?

There's nothing that makes a home so happy

as the sound of a chils laughter.

- By Jove, I'll do it.

- Do what?

We'll open our place at Southampton. I can

arrange for all the necessary legal details.

You can do all the shopping required:

Dresses and all the gadgets that go with them.

We'll have a glorious summer.

I'll send the limousine out next week...

- For what?

- For that lovely child in the painting.

Now, Edward, game or no game,

you sound to me a little tetched in the head.

I've gone mad, Aunt Genevieve.

Delightfully mad.

- I think I will send for that doctor.

- I should if I were you.

And before the doctor arrives,

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