The House on Telegraph Hill Page #4

you've done for Chris.

- I'm very grateful.

- May I offer my congratulations?

Well, thank you, Margaret.

Well, let's go get the taste of the train

out of our mouths, huh?

And so, at last,

I came to the house on Telegraph Hill.

Wait till you see

the view in the daytime.

Come on, now, Chris.

It's way past your bedtime.

- Remember, now, you promised.

- Okay.

- Can I help you carry it?

- Thank you, dear.

If there's anything

that doesn't please you, just holler.

- We'll change it any way you like it.

- Oh, no.

I like it just as it is.

It's so old and beautiful.

It's getting pretty late, dear.

You must be tired.

- You can see the house tomorrow.

- All right.

Such a beautiful portrait

of Aunt Sophie.

I wish I had

known her better.

I never realized

you knew her at all.

Oh, yes. Once, when I was very little,

she visited us in Poland.

She looked so kind and wise.

She was that.

She was a wonderful woman.

I put your bags in your room.

- Well, thank you, dear.

- This is my room. You wanna see it?

Tomorrow, Chris.

Your mother's tired,

and it's way past your bedtime.

Yes, Chris,

I am a little tired.

I'll show you the whole place tomorrow,

if you want.

I know a place where you can see

Point Lobos. That's where they

used to send signals from.

- That would be very nice.

- Good night, Chris.

- Sleep well, darling.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Okay. Good night.

I, uh- I didn't know what arrangements

you'd want to make...

so I had the guest room

made up for the night.

- Thank you, Margaret.

- Good night, Mrs. Spender.

Good night, Margaret. There are

so many things you'll have to teach me.

I'll be glad to do what I can.

Here we are, right down here.

- This is lovely.

- I'm glad you like it.

Some people thought I was crazy to stay

on in the house after Aunt Sophie died...

but I-

I've always loved the old place.

You take that chair, for instance.

It's a monstrosity, isn't it?

I wouldn't give that up

for anything in the world.

When I was a kid, my mother and I

used to come out to the house...

on special occasions, you know:

Thanksgiving, Christmas,

Aunt Sophie's birthdays.

You see, we weren't immediate family.

More like poor relations.

But Aunt Sophie'd always have us up

for those family days...

and I always loved that chair.

I sat in it every time.

Came to think of it as my chair.

It was a symbol to me then of this house,

the life that was lived in it.

It still is.

Come in.

- Thank you, Cai.

- Good night, sir.

Good night.

I always have a glass of orange juice...

just before going to bed.

- Oh.

- Now, don't forget.

I'm a native Californian.

Mmm. Good idea.

Why did Margaret have

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