The Happiest Millionaire Page #5

playing and forgot himself.

Do you really think so?

Oh, I'm sure of it.

Over there, please.

He probably feels

as badly about it as you do.

I wonder.

That will be all, thank you.

You're right, Cordelia.

He wants to make up.

- Well...

- Ha.

If the jungle theatrics

are quite over,

I should like to return to

the subject of my visit,

which is Cordy.

What about Cordy?

I do not consider she's

under the right influences

for a young woman

in her social position.

She's under my influence and

her mother's and her brothers'.

Oh, please, Anthony,

don't pretend naivet.

You know perfectly well

what I mean.

No, I don't.

I do not know what you mean.

Did you read

this morning's paper?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

German U-boats in our waters

sinking British merchant ships

in sight of Nantucket.

That's what they think

of our neutrality.

Did you get

beyond the first page?

George Gray's column, dear.

Cream or lemon, Aunt Mary?

Of course not.

Blasted professional

troublemaker.

Oh, no, he doesn't make trouble.

He reports it.

This Mr. Fenstermaker.

He's a member of one

of your Bible classes, I assume?

Yes.

Yes, he is.

And a fine, upstanding

young man he is, too.

Anthony, tell me something.

Were the children in school

at all last year?

They were being tutored,

Aunt Mary.

And who's tutoring the tutor?

What do you mean?

Well, everybody knows

that you hired this man

as a boxing coach.

Can't even sign his own name.

Tony and Liv got

into St. Paul's all right.

They're going next week.

And I applaud the move.

Now let's do the same for Cordy.

The Laleta Wingfield School

for Young Ladies

in Lakewood, New Jersey,

is accepting applications.

Oh, no, you don't.

I won't have Cordy

exiled to some prison.

Anthony, answer me.

What proper young man

in his right mind

would want to marry

a lady prizefighter?

Blast the proper young man.

That's easy to say.

Besides, what's this

talk about marriage?

Cordy's a child.

You're blind, Anthony,

in more ways than one.

- Blind or not, I'm not...

- Papa.

Oh, Cordy.

- We were just discussing you.

- Yes, I know.

And, Papa, I'd like

to go off to school.

Hello, Aunt Mary.

Good afternoon, Cordelia.

Hello, Mama.

Darling.

Cordy.

Did I hear you correctly?

I'm sure you did, Papa.

Are you still upset

about what happened a while ago?

Do you want that boy

back over here?

I'll drag him back.

No, Papa.

It isn't Charlie Taylor.

Well, then, what is it?

Don't you like it here?

Of course I like it here.

Don't we have a good time?

Yes.

But it's hard to explain, Papa.

I'm not like the other girls.

Well, hooray for that.

Look at the other girls.

Oh, Papa.

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