The Moon's Our Home Page #3

consuming in love...

enjoying in marriage.

Bilge...absolute bilge!

I'd better get these right off,

Mr Amberton.

Goodnight Boyce...

and take Mr Amberton with you.

Oh, thanks.

Goodnight darling.

Goodnight Mr Amberton.

Look at them.

The pack's in full cry again!

Quite a theatre...poor novel.

No art in Honolulu Mr Amberton.

Put this toward

a pineapple plantation.

Well, well, well...hello Amberton.

How's everything in the

publishing business?

Just marking time until

the next Amberton opus!

Well, I see my welcome committee

got up early.

Look at 'em.

It's been like that

all across the country.

Funny, isn't it?

If I was still John Smith,

heir to the "Smith Plumbing Supplies"...

they wouldn't pay

any attention to me.

Now that I'm Anthony Amberton,

boy explorer...

Well...look!

I'm afraid your devoted public here

is your only committee.

But the head-hunters...

they're out in full force!

But Cherry Chester came in

on this train, too.

That movie marshmallow?

She probably lives

on this sort of thing.

I loathe women like that.

Give me the simple primitive woman

with a small, high chest!

Well, I'm only a publisher,

but I'll see what I can do!

How is she?...

Don't tell me I'm too late!

Send them away, I tell you!

Our peace dignity blasted

by a lot of howling lunatics.

I won't have it!

I won't see ANY

of that newspaper rabble!

Why I should be burdened with

a public character for a granddaughter...

is more than I can understand.

Ah...there you are!

You've been in the house

just 2 minutes

and there's bedlam!

Lock all the doors,

pull down the shades!

Sarah Brown...come here.

You're thinner...

a picked chicken!

But I'll fatten you up!

You're the one

who's supposed to be ill!

I never had a sick day

in my life!

Lucy, you're an old humbug!

I'm a lonely old woman...

who enjoys seeing her granddaughter

once in a while.

Well?!

Now what's all this I hear

about an Egyptian prince?

That's what I like about you Lucy...

blunt and to the point...

No frills!

Come on...come on...

Out with it!

You mustn't believe

everything you hear.

Although I do rather like him.

He asked me to marry him.

What!?

Don't get excited...I didn't.

They all want to marry you!

I never heard of such a thing!

Now go upstairs and scrub

that disgusting paint off your face!

Go this instant!

And at dinner I expect it

to be plain "Sarah Brown"...

A human being.

Am I plain enough, Hilda?

Miss Cherry, you're terribly plain.

What do you do with this stuff...

drink it?

The people that make it

send you so much of it Miss Cherry that...

Come in!

Oh-oh...I know that look!

You're loopier than a circus sideshow again.

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