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of the Appleby wardrobe.

I am known

as the beau of Cherry Street.

As for you, Cicero,

I have come to the conclusion...

that this apartment is not

big enough for both of us.

Uh, maybe we can get

a bigger apartment...

Out of my sight! You're flred!

If there's nothing I can do about it.

Nothing! Nothing! Absolutely nothing,

Cicero. Our paths part.

No, now what time you want me

to be back in the morning?

Oh, I should say 7:45, Cicero,

as usual.

That's all right.

I hope you find your cap.

- Professor.

- What is it, my little apple cheeks?

- Why did you take that clock?

- Clock?

What clock would that be, my sweet?

I remember no clock.

The one you put your hat over.

I saw you.

Why, of course not.

You ought to know that I wouldn't take

a small clock like that.

I mean, I wouldn't take

any clock, large or small.

After all, my dear child,

I'm a musician, not a thief.

All right, Professor.

All I can say is that...

this is a coincidence

that leaves me embarrassed...

and nonplussed.

I wouldn't convict a dog

on circumstantial evidence.

And, yet, it's as broad as it is long.

I admit that, now and then,

I'm tempted...

to pick up some small article

that doesn't belong to me.

But, on the other hand,

I'm just as likely...

to leave something behind

that's mine.

I didn't leave my hat

at Mrs. Drew's, did I?

L... Oh, no.

I have it here.

Well...

Would you like me

to give you a birdcall or two?

Maybe the whippoorwill

at twilight to help you to go to sleep?

No!

Why, child,

back so soon and so early?

- I brought it back.

- Brought what back?

- Your cuckoo clock.

- Why?

What on earth are you doing with this?

I, I... Well, I stole it last night.

- Well!

- It's a funny thing about me.

I'm so wicked. Isn't it awful?

- You stole this?

- Right under your very nose.

I really don't know

what's to become of me, I'm so bad.

Professor says he doesn't know.

He says I'm gonna wind up

in the "pinchitentiary" if not in jail.

Are you sure

someone else didn't take this?

Oh, goodness!

You don't mean the professor, do you?

He wouldn't take it. He's too honest.

He made me bring it back.

Are you, are you going

to have me arrested?

Well... I really believe I should.

But I don't imagine

you're a very hardened criminal.

Come in.

Colonel Loring and Miss Betty

to see you, ma'am.

- The Lorings?

- Yes, ma'am, and the colonel...

is ravin' somethin' awful, Mrs. Drew.

- Well, don't stand there, Rufus.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Tell him I'll be right down.

- Yes, ma'am.

You wait here, darling.

I want to talk to you.

Hey, what did the bluebird say

Well, if it isn't Miss, uh... Miss...

Appleby. Sylvia Dolores Appleby.

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