The Invisible Woman Page #4

those "for girls only"propositions.

I expected a man,

but you'll do.

Give me your arm.

Ouch! Is that all there is to it?

Oh, no! We have to treat

the body externally as well.

Will it hurt? Will it hurt? Not at all.

Perhaps a slight tickling

sensation for a minute or two. Good.

I don't tickle easily.

All ready to begin!

Ah!

Wait a minute! This won't make

me invisible forever, will it?

Just for a few hours.

Just what I want.

Go ahead, shoot! You're sure you're

willing to go through with this?

- I said, shoot!

- Because it'll work!

It really doesn't hurt.

- No, but it tickles.

- I'll say it does.

Ooh, you look like

a custard pie.

Am I dissolving yet?

That's that!

She's gone!

Don't you dare

come back here.

Why, is something

still showing?

I can't see anything,

but how do I know you can't?

Here, take this.

Try and take

a good look at yourself.

I really am invisible!

There, Mrs. Jackson! Do you see? No.

No, I don't.

Not a darn thing.

Wait till I call Dick.

It's a staggering success.

Sit down, Miss, uh...

Kitty, Kitty Carroll.

Make yourself at home.

I'll be right back.

You watch her, Mrs. Jackson. Watch what?

Seven years bad luck.

Don't you come near me,

miss. Don't worry, cutie.

I'm going away from you. Professor

said you were to stay here.

Not me! Ha-ha! Growley,

Growley! Here I come!

Oh.

Excuse me, sir.

The professor just phoned.

He said, would you

come over right away?

He said to tell you that he

has done it. That's great!

Just a minute. I've got to

go over and not see somebody.

Pardon, sir. Would you care

to not have a cup of tea?

Now then, Richard, I will show

you she has completely disappeared.

Professor... Go away! Don't

interrupt! You bore me.

Now, can you see anyone?

Neither hide nor hair.

Did you say, "she"?

Yeah.

Permit me

to introduce you.

Uh, Miss Carroll, allow me

to present Dick Russell,

my young friend and patron.

Dick, this is Miss Kitty Carroll.

Don't be afraid.

Shake hands. Shake hands with what?

Come, come, Miss Kitty!

Shake hands. Say hello.

Really, she was here.

Sure, of course she was.

Maybe you'd better lie down

for a while. Lie down? Nonsense!

Good heavens! Maybe some

reaction I didn't foresee.

Maybe she's fainted.

W- Where are you, Miss Carroll?

Where are you, Kitty?

Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!

Kitty, Kit...

Not you. Miss Carroll!

Bah! Avast! Avant.

Out of me way.

"Thou troublest me.

Thy bones are marrowless. "

Oh, there you are, sir.

You'll be pleased to know

the silverware is back from the bank,

the trunks are unpacked and the slipcovers

are off throughout the entire house.

That's fine, George. We're closing

up after all. Very good, sir.

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