It's a Gift Page #5

You're out early, aren't you?

We've had quite a shock. Harold's Uncle

Bean... You've heard us speak of him...

Oh, yes.

Passed away this morning.

Oh, how sad!

Yes, very sad.

Contract.

Conditional sales contract.

Everett, come here!

How did he get in here? Mrs.

Dunk gave him to me to mind.

You working for Mrs. Dunk or

me? She gave me a 10 cents piece.

Get him outta here. Get him out.

Get him out. Come on, Elwood.

Would have to hit me

right in the funny bone.

Could have hit me in the back if

he had to throw it. And clams too.

I hate clams.

Well, I suppose we'll soon be living

next door to the wealthy Bissonettes.

It begins to look like it.

Of course, no amount of money could

compensate for the loss of a dear one.

Oh, no, of course not, my dear. But

after all, it's only human to plan.

Oh, I hope to make life much more

comfortable for us all... when it comes.

Oh, Mr. Bissonette.

- Ah, good morning, Miss Dunk.

- What have you in the way of steaks?

- Nothing in the way. Can get right to them.

- I'll take two pounds round steak.

- Off the rump?

- Yes.

Uh-huh.

Two round off the rump.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sure thing.

Whew!

Boo.

Get Blood Poison out of here!

Take him away! Amuse him somewhere.

Eating all the profits.

I won't make a nickel

on this steak.

It's so hard for me to

wear black. Yes, I know.

Black is very trying for some. Why

don't you go to Schmankendorf's?

They specialize in such lovely

things for older women. Pardon me.

Get him outta there!

Don't pull it! Don't pull it!

You... What'd you pull it for,

you big lunk? Get him outta there.

Get him off there.

Get him off.

Aah, what are you doing?

Why did you let him

turn the molasses on for?

I told him I wouldn't do it

if I was him.

You told him you wouldn't

do it if you was him.

Get him outta here! Get

him out! Get him out!

What are you doing

to my child? Oh!

Oh! What do you mean by running

molasses all over and ruining his shoes?

Give me my baby. You'll never

see me in this store again.

Come on, darling.

Not only lost her trade,

but lost all of our molasses.

I hate you.

Get out!

Whew! That's the spreadinest

stuff I ever saw in my life.

Hello, John.

Get down here.

Come on up.

No, come here.

What's the matter?

Your father was at our office and he

paid the rest on that orange ranch.

He did?

Every cent of it.

Oh, Mother will just murder him.

They shouldn't have taken the money.

He forced them to

on that contract.

Oh, John, that's awful. Couldn't

somebody try to talk him out of it?

The boss tried hard enough,

but it didn't do any good.

The only real money

you'll ever have,

and you threw it away before you

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