Kitty Foyle Page #4

Oh, boy.

All you needed

to get a peach of a job...

...was this fancy document...

...and a miracle.

Then, on July 23rd...

...at exactly 4:
37 p. M...

...will you ever forget?

Judas Priest! Put it out, put it out!

- Don't get excited, Tom, I'll take care of it.

- Do something!

Get some water, get some water!

Isn't there any water in the house?

Somebody get a bucket of water!

No, not that, not that!

- Drop that bottle!

- Pop, don't get excited. Sit down.

With all the water

there is in the world...

...you have to use

a $4 bottle of whiskey.

There's more where that came from,

Tony's bathtub.

That's no bathtub whiskey.

He's been sick.

He shouldn't be upset.

- The stuff doesn't grow on trees, you know.

- Come on now.

- Why couldn't you have done that?

- I thought it would explode.

- What, are you trying to ruin the rug?

- Just trying to put the fire out. I'm sorry.

- My fault, I dropped some ashes.

- Wyn, that's my daughter.

Kitty, this is Mr. Wyn Strafford...

...one of those mainliners

you used to talk about.

- How do you do, Miss Foyle?

- How do you do?

I'm sorry I spoke a little sharply

to you just now.

I'm usually a little cooler-headed.

Yes, I'm sure so.

He wants me to help with articles

for his new magazine...

...about the boys I taught cricket.

What are you doing in here

in your shirttail?

- Judas Priest!

- Get out of here, get out of here.

She's too big

to be running around like that.

A nice girl, Tom.

She's a good kid, all right.

If it weren't for my bad heart,

she'd be going to college...

...instead of tramping the streets

for a job.

Does she type?

She types faster than you can think.

Well, I don't know that

that's much of a tribute.

But if she can type at all, we might

be able to use her down at the office.

Ask her to drop in.

There seems to be a certain

informality about her...

...that might brighten our lives

down there.

This is not right, Miss Foyle.

The use of "esquire" in business

is a New York affectation.

Very bad taste.

Well, I've seen letters addressed to you

"Mr. Wynnewood Strafford VI, Esq."

New Yorkers, perhaps. It's still wrong.

A man can't be both "Mr." and "Esq."

At the same time.

One or the other is about

all he's capable of being.

Well, I've certainly seen them

just plain "Esq."

Say, how does one get to be an esquire,

anyway?

Oh, I don't know. He just is.

Pop says you get to be

an esquire...

...if you can sit on one animal

and chase another.

Did I sound stuffy?

- I'm sorry.

- Pardon?

Okay, get stuffy yourself.

I've said I'm sorry.

Did you get my column

off the Dictaphone?

Oh, yes, and it's a...

What?

Nothing.

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