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but facts are facts, now.

And the facts are this

just isn't going to work out!

Varmints are varmints,

Sterling.

You can't train it

out of them.

Not in a thousand years!

Hey! Grab him, Sterling!

That horse spooks

at a butterfly.

I'm a son of a gun.

Well, he was supposed

to be a coon hound.

Heh heh.

Hi. I had a wonderful trip

this time out.

Springtime up north

is really something.

That smells good.

All right.

You may fire

when ready, Gridley.

Papa...

my leave is up.

I'm due back at work on Monday.

That means the morning train

to Chicago.

Is that a problem?

Papa, what are we going to do

about Sterling?

Do about him?

Do about him!

What's to happen to him...

with me gone

and you off who knows where?

Oh, Sterling

can take care of himself.

Papa, he's only a boy.

You can't leave him alone

to fend for himself.

Why not? I did.

You'd think after all these

years I'd be used to you.

I've written it all down.

The laundry boy'll

pick up on Wednesday...

Mr. Pringle will deliver

groceries twice a week...

newspaper's paid

through the first...

You should have been

born a top sergeant.

Which brings us

to the housekeeper.

Housekeeper? What for?

To keep house. I ran an ad.

And I got these replies.

I wanted to interview

them myself...

but there just isn't time now,

so I've got to leave it to you.

That's my first choice.

Spoke to her on the telephone.

Mrs. Satterfield.

"Purest gold."

She's a widow,

she lives in Brailsford...

knows all the merchants.

She raised a big family

in the Dakotas somewhere.

Well, I've got a better idea.

Why don't you give up

that job in Chicago...

and come home to stay?

This is where you belong.

Oh, Papa...

you know I can't do that.

You really stuck

on that guy Norman up there?

Yes, Papa, I am.

Serious?

About as serious as you can get.

He wants me to go up to

Appleton and meet his family.

A nervy kind of a fella,

swiping my favorite daughter...

without so much

as a by-your-leave.

How are we gonna get along

without you?

Papa, I'm trying,

in my own clumsy way...

to take care of that.

Now, I want you to talk to these

applicants and make a decision.

Right. Don't you think

it's about time...

we got a look at him?

Maybe. First thing Monday?

First thing Monday.

-OK.

I tell you what...

why don't you bring him home

for Thanksgiving?

I've got the biggest turkey

you ever saw in your life...

all staked out

down in Illinois.

Guy owes me some money

down there.

Fella named McQuade.

Gave me the pick of the flock.

Just said, "Go out and pick

your Thanksgiving bird...

"and I'll put your name on it."

How about it?

I don't know.

Don't know what?

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