It's a Gift Page #4

Aww, that's terrible.

Yes. This is

the telegram, huh?

"Amelia Bissonette,

27 Clint Avenue... "

Don't read the address.

What? No.

"Uncle Bean passed away

at 5:
15 this morning. Stop. "

It seems he was getting better, but

he attended the Epworth League picnic,

and he choked to death

eating an orange.

His heart couldn't stand it.

I didn't know oranges were bad for

the heart. It was the excitement.

Oh, sure, the excitement. Sure,

that'll kill anybody. Very regretful.

Regrettable?

Uh, yes, regrettable.

- We oughta send flowers.

- Oh, yeah, by all means.

I wonder what we should send.

Uh, how 'bout some...

Uh, how 'bout some nice,

uh... "hollyhorks"? Hollyhocks?

Oh, yeah, hollyhocks. No,

they're no good for a man.

Well, look, you send him anything

you wanna send. It's okay with me.

He's your uncle, not mine.

You think what to send him.

How about my 10 pounds of

kumquats? How 'bout kumquats?

No, no, I want the kumquats. I know that. I

understand that. H- H-He wants some kumquats.

If you haven't any kumquats,

why don't you tell the man?

Well, I might as well. I'll

go out and see now. Right away.

But I've got to.

No, you don't.

I've got to tell him

before it's too late.

Well, be careful

of Mother then.

Could I talk to you for a moment,

Mr. Bissonette?

Uh, Bison-ay,

Bison-ay. Harold!

The flowers for the wreath. Oh, yes.

How about some calceolaria and some ageratum,

a little bougainvillea and jacaranda?

Uh, you took the very words out of my

mouth. That's fine. Run along and get that.

Mr. Bissonette, I've got to

talk to you. Not now. Not now.

But it's very important, Mr.

Bissonette... Not with her in here.

Good morning, Mrs. Dunk.

Hello, Elwood. Good morning.

Mr. Bissonette, that orange ranch

we sold you is no good. Why not?

You can't grow oranges

on it. Have you seen it?

No, sir, but you see... Well,

there you are. Now wait a minute.

An orange grove is an orange

grove. Ya can't argue against that.

But that isn't the one we sold

you. It's in the same neighborhood?

Yes, but you see...

Listen.

You go tell that firm of yours that they sold

me something good, and they just found out.

But, Mr. Bissonette, you see... Listen.

As Mrs. Bissonette often says

to me, "C'est finnay. "

Meaning,

"You can't fool me. "

But, Mr. Bissonette...

Stop! Enough!

Go! Go, go, go.

I've got my heart set on the

thing. I'm going through with it.

Everett. Would you mind taking

care of Elwood? Oh, sure.

Thank you so much.

Certainly.

And this is for you.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Dunk.

You don't suppose Mr. Bissonette would

mind? For one of our best customers?

Why, he loves children!

It's Bison-ay.

Oh-ho, pardon me. Bison-ay.

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