Curly Top Page #6

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let me be the first to congratulate you.

- Congratulate me? For what?

- My dear, you're about to become a mother.

- Bye, Mrs Denham.

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

- Bye, Mrs Higgins.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs Higgins.

- All right, Mister.

- Very good, Miss.

Goodbye, Jeanie. Goodbye, Betsy.

- Bye.

- Bye.

(horn beeps)

Henrietta, what are you blubbering about?

I can't help it. I'm so happy.

There's no need to be sentimental.

What are you crying for?

Why shouldn't I? Why can't I be happy too?

Mrs Higgins said that

now we're going to live in high society

we must always remember to be grand ladies.

Oh, I won't forget.

My word!

Will you tell Mr Morgan

that Miss Blair and her sister are here?

Hello, Mister.

Elizabeth.

Am I to understand that the livestock

are also calling on Mr Morgan?

- They are.

- My word!

- A Miss Blair and her sister to see you, sir.

- Aunt Genevieve, they're here.

Hello.

Curly!

Well, where in the world

did the menagerie come from?

- They were right behind us all the time.

- Right behind you?

Yes, sir, in the back seat.

Aunt Genevieve, meet our new family.

- Mary, Elizabeth, this is Aunt Genevieve.

- My dears, I'm very glad to see you both.

- Won't you come in?

- Hello.

Hello!

Oh, Reynolds, will you see to it that our

other guests are comfortably taken care of?

You mean the, uh... livestock, sir?

Right.

Butling to a pony and a duck!

Now, no nonsense now.

I say, do you understand

what I'm saying to you?

My word!

- How do you like your new home?

- It's wonderful.

- Would you like to look round?

- Mm-hm.

But first I would like to see where

Spunky and Betsy are going to sleep.

Oh, no, Edward.

Elizabeth must rest before dinner.

- Come now, Aunt...

- Mr Jones has given strict orders.

Mr Jones insists that Elizabeth and Mary

have only the best of care.

- I see. Well, we can't argue with Mr Jones.

- That's what I thought.

All right, then, Mr Jones wins.

But I'll see you all at dinner, hm?

Come, dear.

Breakfast at eight. Luncheon at one.

Dinner at seven.

My word!

I think this will help you, Miss.

Allow me.

Now I'm just like a grown-up.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you, Miss.

Why, I didn't do anything.

- Yes, Miss?

- Wouldn't you like to sit down too?

Well...

- (Edward) Coffee on the terrace, Reynolds.

- Very good, sir.

Could I say something

to Mr Reynolds, privately?

I think it could be arranged.

But don't stay too long.

I won't.

I want to thank you for a very nice dinner, sir.

Thank you, Miss.

You wish for something else, Miss?

What is it, Miss?

Couldn't you come down here

so I could talk to you?

(laughing) Oh, my word, you are a package!

Will you be my friend?

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