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Hello, Harry.

Hello, Mrs. Bossier. I'm delighted

you could join us this evening.

Well, for goodness' sake, Frank,

get him a drink!

Sybylla, this is our dear friend,

Harry Beecham.

Harry, you remember

my granddaughter.

Uh, y-yes, Miss Melvyn.

I...

never would have

recognized you.

No, nor I, Mr. Beecham.

I believe I have to thank you for the apples

you sent to me when I was ill.

And Frank's very good at giving me flowers.

Aren't you, Frank?

Y- Yes.

Well, the drought up country's

not broken yet, Harry.

Saw a lot of unfortunate fellows

on the road heading south.

Yes, we've noticed more

calling in here for food recently.

Very bad. Very bad.

Yes, I was approached

by one of them today.

A very ill-mannered sort.

While I was picking blossom.

Goodness, dear!

He was very forward.

He wanted to kiss me.

You should have called me.

I'd have taken care of him.

I'm sure you would.

But I can look after myself, Frank.

Good girl!

That's the sort we want.

Eh, Harry?

Absolutely.

Thank you, Ethel.

I fear Mrs. Hickey's decided that now is

an appropriate time to have her baby.

I promised to help.

Excuse me.

Mother, can't I go?

No, no, dear. No.

Enjoy yourselves.

Good night.

Good night, Mother.

Good night.

Sybylla.

Thank you.

Are you finished?

Would you like some more, Helen?

Yes. Thanks, Julius.

There you are, Harry.

Help yourself.

Ah, your turn for a song,

Harry.

I don't know any.

Oh, I can give you

a song.

# There were

three drunken maidens #

# Down the Isle ofWight #

# They drunk from Sunday morning #

# Nor stopped for Saturday night #

# Then Saturday night

did come around #

# The girls

they wouldn't go home #

# And those three drunken maidens

pushed the jug about #

- Where on earth did you learn that?

- In the pub, of course.

# Then where are

all your feathered hats #

# Your clothes so rich and fine #

# They've all been swallowed up, boys

in tankards of good wine #

# And where are

all your maidenheads #

# Your maidens rich and fine ## Our

Sybylla appears to have hidden talents.

The only trouble is,

you don't know what she'll do next.

I seem to recall

she was always like this.

Sorry, Frank.

I loved it.

From what I hear, Julius, last night

was little short of a bacchanalian debauch.

What? Oh, who told you

that, Mother? Ask Helen.

She has one of her sick headaches.

Sybylla.

Good morning, Grandma.

Good morning, Uncle J.J.

Morning.

- Harry?

- He left early.

I gather your behavior last night,

young lady, left a lot to be desired.

I'd have said Harry enjoyed himself.

That's not what I heard.

Excuse me.

Anyway, Syb solved

one problem last night.

Indeed.

Her future.

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