The Enchanted Cottage Page #3

No. The old house burned down

shortly after it was built.

That was over a century ago.

This wing was all that was saved.

The sun was the first to live

here with his young bride.

When you had a cocktail in those days,

you weren't kidding.

You must have been here

quite a while with Mrs. Minnett?

No, I just came this morning.

But you know so much

about the cottage.

Well, I was born in the village

and lived there for years.

When I was a little girl,

I heard all the stories

there were about the cottage.

It was like like

living in a fairy tale.

Every day you could walk by and see

where all the stories happened.

Next thing,

you'll be telling me it's haunted.

Oh, no, it's not haunted.

But it is enchanted.

It comes to the same thing, doesn't it?

Oh, no, haunted.

That's to be restless. Uneasy. Afraid.

It's ugly.

Enchanted, that's to be happy and gay.

And beauty.

You see, all people who lived

here loved one another.

Look.

Here are their names.

Young men and young women

who in this very room swore

to love one another... always.

"Evangeline and Clement, 1844."

"Judith and Richard, 1790."

There are all a part of this place now.

Forever and ever.

Do you really believe all this,

don't you?

Well?

Darling, this was your idea.

After all, you know my tastes.

You'd say they were prosaic.

Oh, now, darling. As the outstanding

example of your tastes

Well, I admit it's all very charming.

Charming? It's much more than that.

It's enchanted.

Isn't it enchanted, Miss uh...?

I just received a personal guarantee.

If we spend our honeymoon here,

we'll live happily ever after.

Mr. Bradford stumbles onto your cottage,

Mrs. Minnett.

He's fascinated by it.

It exerts its charm and

persuades you to rent it to him.

What can I say?

You made your important mistake

when you said "yes" to me.

Miss Alexander is delighted

at the prospect of spending

her honeymoon in your cottage.

There are a few routine questions

I've got to ask, of course.

My dear Mrs. Minnett.

I filled out so many forms

in the past few weeks,

I can tell you anything you want

to know about myself.

With photostatic copies.

Mr. Bradford means he's applied for a

commission in the Army Air Corps.

He's a flier.

Oh.

Well, don't worry.

The Army isn't

my sole means of support.

I'm really a very good risk,

in spite of the uncertainty

of my profession.

Oh, really, Oliver.

At any rate, I brought a check

for the first two months rent.

No, thank you.

Later will do?

Better take it now. We'll be

here at least three months.

It'll take that long

to get my commission.

It may be sooner than you think.

My commission? Not a chance.

Army red tape and all that.

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