Little Miss Marker Page #4

I wasn't interested

in her weight.

Why don't you lift me?

I don't wanna lift ya.

Lift me!

No!

Aw, go on.

Go ahead, Sorrowful.

Are you Sir Sorry,

the Sad Knight?

Forty-and-a-half pounds.

You hold the stakes. Come on.

We'll weigh her in the kitchen.

Sir Percivale, Sir Sorry,

Sir Lancelot.

We're all dizzy.

You are Lady Guinevere.

King Arthur's Lady Guinevere?

You know about it too?

Yes.

Did you ever break a lance

for a lady fair?

Not recently.

Who is Sir Galahad,

Marky?

He's the best of all.

I haven't seen him

around here.

But I know who you are.

Yes?

You are the Kind Keeper. The

Kind Keeper of what, Marky?

Of the charger, the horse

the princess rides.

Who told you

about all this?

My mommy used to read to me

about King Arthur.

Where is your mother? My mommy

got awfully tired and went away.

She's never coming back

anymore.

Bring her over here.

Who had top weight?

My guess was 46 pounds.

You lose. Who's next?

I said 45.

You lose! Next?

Forty-three.

Take a deep breath.

Cut it out, Bennie. When I lifted

her, she was breathin' natural.

You lose.

I win by three ounces.

Wait a minute.

Hey, nix.

She had it on

when I tested her.

My guess is

40-and-a-half pounds.

Outguessed ya, Steve.

Come on, babe.

Let's get outta here.

So long, kid.

Good-bye, Lady Guinevere.

We are in a jam.

She's on our hands for tonight.

"Our hands"?

Since when have you started

sharing with other citizens?

Listen, I've always been

generous in a quiet way.

Very quiet.

Practically silent.

What am I gonna do with a

kid? Keep her till tomorrow.

Her old man will show up.

Is that what she weighs,

40 pounds?

Forty-and-a-half pounds

of trouble.

Psst!

I wouldn't say anything

about that if I were you.

Oh, you ready for bed?

But I can't sleep

in my underwear.

All right.

Take them off.

They button up the back.

See?

There you are.

Well, what is it?

I didn't go to the bathroom.

Okay, scram. Scram.

If I had any sense, I'd have

taken her to the police station.

Sir Sorry,

I haven't any toothbrush.

Skip it.

Are you playing a game?

Yeah.

- What are you playing?

- Sucker.

Hello, kid.

Listen, baby.

Climb out of the hay and meet me over

at Sorrowful's office with the ice.

'Cause I need dough!

So you lost all that money

in a card game, huh?

You want

my new bracelet too?

Okay, Indian giver.

Sarah?

Yes'm?

Get my jewel case.

They ain't goin' away again,

is they, Miss Bangles? Yep.

But they only just come back

from the pawnshop. I know.

I'm thinking of having a bracelet

made out of the pawn tickets.

We was just thinkin'

of havin' breakfast.

But like you know,

we have no scratch whatever.

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