Lullaby of Broadway

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Mr. Farnham, can l have your autograph?

Sure, honey.

L never refuse the few requests l get.

My mom and dad took me to see

your show on Broadway last year.

L think you're the greatest dancer

in the world.

It's you and me against Fred Astaire.

- May l cut in?

- Certainly.

- Aren't we supposed to dance?

- I'd love to.

But, unfortunately, l don't know how.

- You don't know how?

- No.

- Then why did you cut in?

- Well, l thought we might sit this one out.

That l know how.

- I'll teach you to dance.

- I'm a very poor pupil.

Follow me. Right foot back.

One, two, three, four.

- One, two...

- One, two...

Four.

Shall we try it again?

Only this year they're doing it

without the "ouch."

Oh, my poor feet.

I'm afraid you'll never learn.

It's just as well. L wanted

to get better-acquainted anyway.

- It's such a short boat ride.

- What, five days?

L wasted four and a half

before l met you.

How do you do?

My name is Tom Farnham.

How do you do? I'm Melinda Howard.

Well, that's over.

Now, what do you say

we throw caution to the winds.

Please. Let's not make up

four and a half days in four seconds.

Okay. I'll wait.

What's another minute or two?

The ship's paper says you're visiting

New York after several years' absence.

Oh, really? Did it also give my age and say

that l don't like men who operate so fast?

All right, all right. You win.

After that number l saw you do,

l'd say you were in show business.

L am. Ln a way.

I've been touring the provinces

with a small theatrical company.

Saved a little money and decided to come

to America and surprise my mother.

- They always have a mother.

- Gosh, l haven't seen her in years.

You've probably heard of her. Jessica

Howard. She's very famous on Broadway.

- On Broadway? Now?

- She's starring in a musical.

Excuse me.

L don't know much about show business.

What do you do, Mr. Farnham?

Oh, l spend most of my time

trying to get girls to call me Tom.

If you'll excuse me, l just remembered

that l have some packing to do.

- I'll help you.

- Oh, no, thank you, l'll manage.

What's the matter, don't you trust me?

What's this for?

There's a message on it for you

from the women of the world.

Good night, Mr. Farnham.

"In God we trust."

Well, it wasn't a total loss.

Sorry to disturb you, Diamond Jim,

but that's the front door.

Front door, living room,

master bedroom, library.

This is like living

in a pinball machine.

Can't even eat around here.

- Why did l ever leave show business?

- I'll bite. Why did you?

- Yes, miss?

- Oh, how do you do? I'm Miss Howard.

Would you bring in my luggage?

I'll take this one.

L beg your pardon.

Have Mother come down,

but don't say who's here.

This is the residence of Adolph Hubbell.

He has no children.

- That anyone's been able to trace.

- What's he doing in my mother's house?

- Are you sure you have the right address?

- This is 485 Beekman Place, isn't it?

Hasn't been changed.

That's the address on every letter

that Mother sends me.

- Oh, no. You're not Melinda Howard?

- Yes.

You're in England.

You're gonna stay there, aren't you?

I'm here.

Follow me.

- Where are we going?

- You should've written you were coming.

- L just wanted to surprise her.

- You'll surprise her.

She's rented the house to Adolph Hubbell.

You know, Hubbell Breweries.

Just while she's on tour.

On tour?

Don't tell me she's out of town.

She's due in a day or so

for a conference with her producers.

- I'll see if l can find her.

- Lf she isn't here...

where am l going to stay?

L haven't any money.

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