The Happiest Millionaire Page #4

I'm not a one to pry,

but I can't help wondering

some things.

Yes, Mr. Lawless?

? Board by board?

Is it forever like this?

Like what?

Ha, that must be

Dr. Donleavy at last.

? Body and mind of mortal man?

It isn't as if this was

the only job in Philadelphia.

Well, not for

a likable lad like meself.

? Fashion the framework

board by board?

Mrs. Worth?

I've decided

to run along for now.

Perhaps I can call another day.

Perhaps.

Who are you?

John Lawless.

A professional pugilist,

no doubt.

Ma'am?

Did you come here to fight?

Oh, no, ma'am, I came

about the butler's position.

Then announce me.

And take off your hat

in the house.

? Strengthen the dwelling

of the Lord?

? Fashion the framework

board by board?

? Here in his image

now we stand?

? Building his fortress

strong and grand?

? It is written that the?

? Body and mind of mortal man?

? Should walk in the spirit

of his master plan?

Mr. Biddle?

There's a lady

in the music room.

A lady?

She didn't give a name.

Like there was no need.

Aunt Mary.

Tell her there's nobody at home.

But, sir...

? It is written that the?

? Body and mind of mortal man?

? Should walk in the spirit

of his master plan?

? So we must strengthen

the dwelling of the Lord?

I'm afraid

there's no one here, ma'am.

No one here?

No one at all save

Mrs. Worth and meself.

And as for me, I...

? It is written that the body

and mind of mortal man?

? Should walk in the spirit

of his master plan?

Aunt Mary!

What a nice surprise.

Is it?

I come about

the butler's position.

Oh, good!

Then take these, would you?

And tell Mr. Biddle

that Aunt Mary is here.

And bring us some tea

into the parlor, please.

If the stores get

any more crowded,

I'm just going to have

to give up shopping entirely.

You can't imagine

the swarms of people.

Do sit down, Aunt Mary.

This is not a social call.

I've come for a specific reason.

In today's paper,

in George Gray's gossip column,

it is reported...

that "last week,

Cordelia Drexel Biddle

entered a one-step contest

in Atlantic City

with a Heinie Fenstermaker,"

whoever that is.

I don't recognize the name.

"And won."

We, uh...

We were in Atlantic City

for the Bible-class convention.

I know why

you were in Atlantic City,

but that does not explain

and certainly doesn't excuse

the matter at hand.

Well, good afternoon, Aunt Mary.

Always a pleasure to see you.

Cordelia.

Anthony.

Oh, Anthony, your finger.

Yes.

George bit me.

George?

I can't imagine

what got into him.

Quite obviously

your finger got into him.

Anyone who keeps

an alligator in the house

must expect to be bit

and deserves it.

Well, I'm sure George was only

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