Riptide Page #6

Easy, easy.

At's all the ice balls, there ain't no mo'.

Well, go and get some more ice.

Yessum.

Don't slam the door.

Tommie, I have a lady to see you.

Tommie ! Peek....

... a-Boo !

What, no Tommie.

Tommie.

Where's the lovely heir ?

Tommie ?

See if he's in there.

Thomas.

Tommie !

Not in bed.

I think he's gone out.

He must be here, the music's still on ?

Here Tommie, here Tommie....

What ? No Tommie.

Perhaps he's out on the balcony.

Tommie Trent, you old son-of-a-gun !

Madam, these old eyes fail me somewhat.

But that voice has a ring...

... that brings back memories of better days.

Take a look stranger, Mary Watts, New York City.

Collonade, 21. Man who hit on my roof and went to sleep

and woke me up in the middle of the night

when it started to rain. Who ?

Who ?

No one but you-hoo.

Madam, pray be seated.

Come on, Hetty is furious.

You've stood her up and kept the old gal waiting.

Erskine, you in your rude sound shattter me.

You're playing on my one raw nerve.

Leave me, Erskine, leave me.

I'm so sorry, sire.

No, now, don't you go.

You're going to a party.

What ?

Yes. That's what I said. Now wait a minute... wait...

this is mad...

Madam, I am glad to see no one, but from afar

pilgrims do come to dip their fingers

in the magic fluids of my dome.

And what must I do ?

What can I do but submit ?

It got to you at last. I knew it would.

Listen, I'm going, you're frightening.

Call me up when you come out of it, will you ?

Mary.

Well, that's something like it.

Mary, darling, I'm glad to see you.

How are you ?

I'm a little hung over, but I'm glad to see you.

You're just a teddy bear with a sore head.

What is this I read about you in the newspapers ?

Are you a duchess or something,

or is that just a press stunt ?

You guess.

Corn in Egypt, oasis in the desert,

but you are a sight for sore eyes.

Very touching, but we're going places.

Erskine, come on let's get some clothes on him.

You're going to a party.

Whither thy goeth, so will I follow on.

Allez, tout de suite, vite, marche !

I will be bathed, perfumed, dressed, earled...

What shall I wear ?

Something quite simple and a small hat.

A tuxedo ?

My old lace.

See that the lady has nothing she wants, Erskine.

I'll return in a jiffy.

You'll never be missed.

He's a scream.

See these gray hairs ?

Try living with him for a week.

Might be stimulating.

Look at me. I'm stimulated.

Is that what you call it ?

Nobody swiped them.

For me !

For you.

Will you introduce me ?

That's George.

Charming little fellow, George.

Here's to George.

George.

Have you ever seen anything

quite as mad as that Rexford girl ?

She's awfully pretty, isn't she ?

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