East Side of Heaven Page #3

getting close to the soil.

A garden does something

to me.

Say, Nicky,

how's your garden?

Do I have to go

through all that again?

Oh, that must be Mary,

let her in, will you?

Yeah.

Mary!

Isn't this a perfect day

for a wedding?

Mary, I hate to tell you this,

but last night

I cast your horoscope

and the stars

are against you.

What kind of nonsense

is that?

It's not nonsense.

Look, you are Sagittarius

and Denny is Libra.

Now, it just happens that the moon is in

mid-heaven and Mars is in the ascendant.

That part is all right.

Well?

But the trouble is that today,

Pluto is in conjunction with Uranus.

Oh, what does all that mean?

That you should postpone

the wedding.

Mars and Uranus you can push

around, but never fool with Pluto.

Why don't you ask the stars

when you're going to get a job?

Well, I did and they told me

not to even try till 1942.

Well, that's not so long.

Hello, Mary,

you look swell.

How can you tell?

You can't even see me.

Who has to see you?

You always look swell.

Flatterer! I bet that's what

you say to all your cooks.

Hey, Nicky,

how about plucking a few of your

chives for the scrambled eggs?

Oh, my little chives,

they're so young.

Well, they'll never be

any younger.

What is that you're singing?

The Russian harvest song.

Honey, there ought to be a

girl like you in every kitchen.

That's for free.

And very good, too.

What are you featuring here

this morning?

Scrambled eggs and chives.

A wedding breakfast

fit for a king.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Will you pour?

A pleasure.

This is for me.

The old domestic life.

I love it.

If I were a dreamer, Mary, do

you know what I'd dream about?

No. Tell me.

A little place

out in the country,

with about two acres

of ground,

room enough

for some chickens

and have a big dog, maybe.

And right in the middle of it

the kind of a cottage you

read about in the storybooks.

Oh, Denny,

that sounds lovely.

I think

we'd all be very happy.

Oh, listen here, tovarich,

when Mrs. Martin and I return

to the estate after the wedding

it won't be a bachelor's apartment anymore.

You catch on?

I think I understand.

Here's to the bride

and groom.

May all your little ones

be troubles.

Oh, no.

I haven't any troubles.

I'm healthy, I'm happy,

I've got a wonderful girl

and a wonderful job.

Would you pardon me, please?

Telegram for

Mr. Denny Martin.

That's me. Thanks.

You're welcome.

How about this, somebody's

sending us congratulations

even before we're married.

Oh, Denny,

I hope you didn't forget

to tell the boss

you want the day off.

Looks like I won't have

to ask for the day off.

You won't? Why not?

Here, honey,

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