If I Had My Way Page #4

I don't know.

But Fred left 1,000 shares

of stock for Pat.

Oh. I had some stock in 1928,

but then comes 1929.

Well, that's that.

Where's the railroad tickets? I got

them right here, in our deposit vault.

They will be safe there.

While I think of it,

you can hold this for me, too.

It'll be safer there than it'll

be in my pocket. Oh, don't worry.

Anybody who wants this money

gets me with it.

That's asking too much,

even from a thief.

Say, Buzz, why do we have to

take Pat all the way to New York

to relatives she doesn't even know?

Because Fred wanted it that way.

But she wouldn't be any trouble.

Couldn't we keep her with us?

No, not a chance. This is no life for

a kid. She's going to have an education.

Well, I'd be more than welcome

to learn her all I know.

That's very including

of you, Axel,

but I think Pat ought to have

a woman around her.

Say, I know what we could do.

You could get married.

That's not a bad idea.

Do you know a nice girl?

Oh, yes. Then you marry her.

Buzz, remember

that great Swedish proverb,

"People who try to be funny

when nobody wants to listen"

"always wind up on the radio."

And people who don't get packed in time

always wind up missing trains. Now go on.

Get going.

Hello, Pat. Hello, honey.

Where you been?

Crack and I were saying

goodbye to some of our friends.

You mean Crack is going with us?

Why, I wouldn't think

of leaving him behind.

And besides,

he's never seen New York.

You know,

we only got three tickets.

Where'd you put that address?

I got it right here.

I think I'd better send them a wire

and let them know we're coming, huh?

I never heard Fred mention

that Pat had a uncle.

What kind of people

do you suppose he is?

He never talked much

about his family,

but if they're anything like Fred

was, they're bound to be all right.

Telegram for you, sir.

Oh, thank you, Hedges.

Oh, Hedges, I'm giving a small

cocktail party on Wednesday.

There'll be about 10 or 12. Yes, madam.

Great heavens!

What is it, Jarvis?

My brother Fred, he's

been killed in an accident.

How upsetting.

I must tell Hedges not to bring

your telegrams to the table.

Is that the extent

of your feeling, Brenda?

Well, you can hardly expect me

to weep and tear my hair

over a man

I've never even known.

Well, this is ridiculous.

Ridiculous!

What is? Listen to this.

"Fred's last wish was that you should

take care of his daughter Patricia,"

"so I'm bringing her to you,

arriving Wednesday."

Bringing Fred's daughter to us?

Who is? Somebody named Blackwell.

Well, he's certainly taking

a great deal for granted.

He's taking too much

for granted.

We're in no position to take care of

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