Sitting Pretty Page #3

Like them, Mr. King?

Yes. Fine.

I'm using a new perfume too.

It's called nuit d'amour.

That's French.

Oh.

It means "night of love. "

Like it?

Yes. It's keen.

Well, good night, Ginger.

The children are all sound asleep.

But if you need me, I left the

hammonds' phone number there on the desk.

Oh, yes.

Here it is, Ginger.

Oh, thank you,

Mr. King.

Have a nice time.

Yes, Ginger, we will.

You don't mind if I make a

few phone calls, do you?

A person gets so bored

just sitting.

All right, Ginger, but please don't

stay on the phone all the time.

And remember that the

children are asleep.

I will.

- Good night, Ginger.

- Good night.

She's so cute.

Are you quite sure you wouldn't like

to stay home and sit with her, dear?

Well!

What brought that on?

It's that perfume of Ginger's.

It brings out the beast in me.

Oh, stop it!

[ Both laughing ]

[ Muttering ]

Five and six, 11, carry one, and eight...

if we'd had a little more gin

this evening and less rummy...

yes. It wouldn't have been

quite so gruesome.

Why, Edna, how you talk!

We ought to be honored that

the hammonds invited us over.

Pipe down, will you.

You two broke even, but

the hammonds lost $5.20 to us. Ha!

Lost? Look here, pal,

the hammonds had better win.

That is, if you expect

to get that raise.

[ Silverware clinking ]

And so I said to the woman,

you couldn't possibly find

a better lawyer than Mr. Hammond.

Well, Harry, figure the score?

What's the bad news?

Good news, sir.

You and Mrs. Hammond are

the only winners... $5.20.

Aha! You see?

Concentration and memory.

Qualities which you two young fellas

would do well to acquire. Yes, sir.

You won $1.20 from us...

And $4.00 from the Philbys.

[ Mr. Hammond ] Good! Good!

I should say it is.

We never win.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Why, who on earth

could that be at this hour?

I-I'll go, dear. You take cream

and sugar, don't you, Tacey?

No, black, please.

How do you do, Horatio? Why,

hello, Clarence. Come in. Come in.

I'm afraid this is rather

late for a social call,

but I found a letter in my mailbox

intended for you, Horatio,

and as I happened

to be passing, I thought...

- good evening, Martha.

- Hello, Clarence.

- [ Bill ] Good evening.

- How do you do?

Ah, here we are.

I cannot think how the mailman

could have been so careless.

Oh, I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid

I opened it before I realized.

Of course I didn't read it.

Thank you, Clarence.

[ Mrs. Hammond ] Anything important,

dear? No, no. Just a circular.

Won't you join us in a cup

of a coffee and a sandwich?

Oh, do.

There's more than aplenty.

I really should be getting back to mother,

but perhaps I could stay for a snack.

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