Letty Lynton Page #4

going a mile a minute through the jungle,

I suddenly saw we approached a tree.

So I reached up, seized

a branch of the tree

swung myself up into the branches,

was lucky...

and there my gang found me

early in the morning.

Up a tree.

I bet I know the first thing

you said to yourself.

What was that?

Thank goodness my grandfather was a monkey

and I'm my grandfather's child.

Where do you come from?

Long Island, sir. And you, sir?

Boston. Mayflower? Sure.

Well, here's to the Mayflower and the

millions of brave souls she brought over.

How do you happen to be alone

on the High Seas?

Alone? Or with some guy like me?

Oh, no, not like you.

Lay off me, will you?

I feel just like crawling in a hole.

Rude people.

What will you have?

Oh, something very small.

Liquor? Hm-hm.

Brandy, two.

Now, tell me all about yourself.

Why? Why not?

As for me, my father is Thomas Darrow,

Boston, Mass.,

owns most of the rubber factory.

I've been abroad to see

where rubber grows

so far I've done very little harm

and absolutely no good.

My father is dead.

He was Alexander Lynton, Lynton

Chemical Works, Long Island, New York

I dare you to say it.

Alexander Lynton, Lynt...

I swear I'm having a fine evening.

I wouldn't be so surprised

if you turned out to be quite a girl.

Big game to a big game hunter.

What'll we do next?

Race rapidly around the deck four times.

That'll be a starter.

Then what? Sorry, a minute ahead

is as far as I ever look.

What a girl. Come on.

Hello. Good evening.

Heel and toe. Heel and toe.

Yes, like this.

Try it.

No, no, no.

Oh, I thought you said heel and toe.

Come on, let's go.

That's it.

That's it. Is it? Come on.

What a night. There's a moon,

there's a band.

And there are two empty deck chairs.

Last but not least,

two empty deck chairs.

What do you want to do?

Just sit and talk or wallow

in the beauty of the night?

I never make any rules.

Well, I've got something on my mind.

Oh, yes, I can see that.

Quit kidding me, will you?

On the level, what are you doing out here

in the middle of the ocean all by yourself?

All right, if you must know...

I try to avoid Christmas at home because my

father was shot around this time of the year.

Shot?

You see, the lady's husband

missed his train or something

and Christmas bells remind my mother

of things so we try to shy off Christmas.

Two or three times tonight I had a hunch

there was tragedy somewhere.

Tragedy?

I was only being intriguing.

Oh, off we go. Yes.

Well, I er...

These housekeeping sailors are beginning to

crack my style.

I was just settling down

to a nice romantic gate.

Keep quiet a minute,

maybe it will come back.

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