Father Goose Page #6

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- Mr Eckland.

- There's no room for baggage. Come on.

My glasses.

- I don't want to go.

- That's tough. Come here.

Please, take your hand off that.

All right, now...

- My scent.

- Huh?

Scent. It's called Anticipation.

Two pounds ten the ounce.

You don't say.

All right, sit there, that's right.

Take your hands off that.

What is that thing?

A cricket bat.

- Isn't it a smasher?

- Yeah, a smasher.

I only hope you all can swim.

Take your hand off that!

Now you two. Get in the bottom of the boat.

Get in the bottom...

- They don't understand English.

- Sure they do.

See?

Please!

All right.

- Now, I guess that's about all.

- Don't forget Gretchen.

- What?

- Don't forget Gretchen.

Oh, that's her friend.

I'll help her in, dear.

Would you mind?

Now, then, Mr Eckland, I

suggest you leave immediately.

Oh, lady? Lady? Do you mind?

Just get in the boat.

- Well, you said it would...

- I don't care what I said.

If by some miracle we do make it, I'd be

stuck with them. Now get in the boat.

All right.

That's better.

No, no, no, not that!

We'd have had a use for that.

Come on.

Come on!

- It's all right, now, don't be afraid.

- Quiet, quiet.

Mr Eckland, please keep the boat quiet.

The girls are extremely frightened.

Will you shut up, lady?

Now, here, get off of my paddle.

I'm terribly sorry, but you put it

there in the first place, you know.

Now, that's all right, children.

Don't be scared.

There we go.

Mr Eckland, must you?

What are you, some kind

of religious fanatic?

I couldn't care less what

you do to yourself, but...

must you do it in front

of the children?

- No.

- Well, then.

Well, then, tell 'em

to turn around.

That is not exactly what I

had in mind, Mr Eckland.

- Now, lady...

- The name is Freneau,

Catherine Freneau.

I don't know what

you had in mind.

I don't even know who you are or

what you were doing on that island.

Well, if you must know, an

American plane left us there.

- We were on our way from...

- I wanna go home.

Oh, Anne, it's

rude to interrupt.

We were on our way from New

Britain to Port Moresby

when the pilot was ordered to

pick up eight survivors of an

Australian bomber that had

crashed in the water.

Hey, you, take that bat or

whatever it is out of the water.

It's acting like a rudder.

Harriet, really.

- The name's Harri.

- All right, Harri.

He said he'd try and pick us up later

but that was five hours ago and he...

- Quiet.

- You don't have to be so rude.

Quiet, I think I hear something.

- Duck!

- What?

Put your heads down, do as I tell

you, keep your faces covered.

Hey, keep your face down!

- Are they Japanese?

- I don't know. Do you want me to ask?

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