Random Harvest Page #3

He say, "I'm telling you,

you leave by the back door...

"so that the hens

can get the benefit of the rice."

I love her for herself alone.

She's the bonniest wee lassie

in all Scotland.

As Harry would say...

I knew the minute I seen him,

he had the flu.

Biffer, there's something

I ought to tell you.

- He's from the county asylum.

- No.

But he's all right, really.

He would have been discharged

if he had a home to go to.

You don't think they'll come after him,

do you?

Any busybody comes snooping after him...

I'll give him what I give the gunner.

- Biffer, you're a darling.

- He's a gentlemen, he is.

Liked him the minute

I first clapped eyes on him.

I'm all right.

It's just my speech. I can't remember.

Rest now, Smithy. You mustn't talk.

I'm not like the others.

I'm not like them. I'm all right.

Yes, Smithy, you're all right.

But I can't go back.

If I go back, I'll never come out.

I'll be like the others.

You shan't go back, Smithy.

I won't let you go back.

Rest now.

Rest, Smithy.

Just go to sleep.

Hurry down. Supper's on the table.

The train leaves at 1:00.

I'm all packed. I'll be back in a jiffy.

How did the show go?

Splendidly. The last night.

Glad to get rid of us, I expect.

How did you get on?

I talked to the chambermaid today.

- Had quite a chat with her.

- You did?

Wonderful. What about?

The weather.

You are coming on.

I see you're all packed. That's a good boy.

So am I.

Our train leaves at 1:00.

- Paula.

- Yes, Smithy?

You're sure I can be useful?

Your manager isn't just taking me on...

because you asked him?

Good gracious, you don't know Sam.

He's as hard as nails.

No, you can take my word for it.

The whole thing was his idea.

I can't tell you what it means, Paula.

To be someone again, to be wanted.

It's all your doing.

How you do run on.

There's no stopping you

once you've started.

You just eat your supper.

I'll go down and I'll be up again

in time to fetch you for the train.

Goodbye.

- The usual?

- Please, Biffer.

Sam, he's as pleased as punch.

I wish you could have heard him.

You are an angel.

That's all right, old girl.

It's given him confidence

just knowing that he's wanted.

That's all he needs to get well.

- There you are.

- Thank you, Biffer.

Evening, Mr. W. What's it to be?

Half and half, and rush it, will you?

They've been watching me like hawks...

since I blotted me copybook

Armistice Day.

Why?

One of our loonies

slipped off in the fog...

while I was supposed to be

watching the gate.

Got clean away, uniform and all.

No. Really?

But you got him back, didn't you?

Not yet, but we shall.

- What sort of a bloke?

- It's getting late.

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