Pennies from Heaven Page #3

Sure. We move in one house and stay

a while till the landlord puts us out.

- We never pay any rent.

- Of course that's only temporary.

Pretty soon I expect to come into

a regular income of $200 a month.

Quite ample for our simple needs.

- Larry's gonna stay for lunch.

- Delighted!

Provided you don't mind

dining in the open.

Oh, no, I prefer it.

- Won't you sit down?

- Show him the ham.

- Ain't it elegant?

- Oh, a dandy.

We won it at a raffle.

- Hey, look! Miss Sprague!

- Beat it!

Charming landscape, is it not?

Patsy's very good at finding

such places.

Say, Gramp, tell me something,

will you?

Does the name Hart

mean anything to you?

If you mean the criminal

who was recently electrocuted...

- That's the fellow.

- His name does mean something to me.

He is the man

who killed Patsy's father.

He gave me a letter for you.

Here it is.

A key.

What's it for?

Read the letter.

No, I haven't my glasses.

Will you read it for me, please?

Sure.

"You know I never meant to kill Smith.

All the time I was in prison

I kept thinking about his family...

and how they must have been

up against it after I killed him.

So I thought I would leave all I have

to the family of this man Smith.

It isn't very much.

Just an old house in New Jersey...

that I used to use for a hideout.

I hope it brings you better luck

than it brought me. J.C. Hart. "

No. No, I could never live in a house

that belonged to that man.

Why not? Probably the only decent thing

he ever tried to do.

Let him do it.

Poor fellow's dead now.

Look, you've just been thrown out

of your house, haven't you?

Well, here's another one all set up

and ready for you to live in.

Besides, you have to

think of Patsy, you know.

Thank you, Mr Cow.

There's a postscript here on the letter.

Says the house is...

"on a road off the main highway

about five miles out of Middletown. "

- Oh, bless my soul, child.

- Oh, dear.

Old McDonald had a farm

E- I-E-I-O

And on the farm he had a duck

E- I-E-I-O

With a quack, quack here

And a quack, quack there

Here a quack, there a quack

Everywhere a quack, quack

Old McDonald had a farm

E- I-E-I-O

Oh, Patsy Smith is a pain in the neck

E- I-E-I-O

Yes, she is

She is, by heck

E- I-E-I-O

With I wanna go here,

and I won't do that

And an old feather stuck in her hat

Patsy Smith is a pain in the neck

E- I-E-I-O

- Is that a guitar

- That's a lute

E- I-E-I-O

Whatever it is it's sure a beaut

E- I-E-I-O

- With a...

- With a...

Here, and a... there

Here a... there a... everywhere a...

Larry's got a lute

E- I-E-I-O

- Hey, I know one.

- Is it a good one?

- They seem to like it around here.

- Let's hear it.

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