The Moon's Our Home Page #4

Well, what's for dinner...

besides food?

Just a few old friends

of your grandmother's.

Whee!...paper caps and friends...

And your cousin Horace.

Oh...Horace!

Such a little brain!

Horace van Steeden is a monument

of respectability.

So is Grant's Tomb,

but who wants to marry it?

You've been throwing Horace at my head

ever since I was years old...

But I won't marry him...

I won't, I won't, I won't!

Not in this house.

What's the matter

with you, Horace?

That's a red queen.

Yes...they have them

in every deck.

You have it on a red king.

That isn't honest.

Horace, I didn't ask you to come

and teach me Solitaire...

...at my age.

I want to talk to you about Sarah.

You two must marry.

That would be very very nice.

Well, can't you work up

a little more enthusiasm?

I don't want to get

TOO hot-headed.

The whole thing

is highly suitable.

Sarah will give up

this Hollywood nonsense...

Then you can settle down

and live like Van Steedens.

Now all that's left

is for you to propose.

Yes...that's all that's left.

See, that's the wrong 9.

You know how to propose,

don't you?

You've tried often enough.

You know, I think I've been using

the wrong tactics.

This time, I'll sweep her

off her feet.

At dinner, I'll ignore her...

You know...indifferent.

That's what gets them crazy.

It does. Providing it drives her crazy enough,

you can take her out on the balcony.

The balcony?

It's a very chilly night.

Follow that black 6...

there's where you made your big mistake.

I'll remember, Horace.

This time, Sarah's got to accept you!

Oh, I can't fail.

You've been playing

with 51 cards!

No wonder it didn't come out!

No.

No, what?

No, I won't.

But I haven't asked you

to do anything.

You're going to ask me

to marry you.

I won't.

Oh, you're psychically magnificent!

My intentions WERE to propose to you.

I'll spare you the effort...

for the start, anyway.

Thanks, I am. I had a pretty speech though.

Wouldn't you care to hear it?

Oh, no!

It went...Sarah dear...

Since we first grew up together...

12 years apart!

I concede the point.

Sarah dear, since we first grew...

Well I could cut that part out.

Oh, Horace, cut the whole thing out!

it's a truly estimable piece.

If you heard it, you'd fall

right into my arms!

It refers to the moon...

lyrically, artistically.

"A new moon"...let's see...

Oh, yes!..."Shaded with

a cloud of amber"

Like the colour of your hair.

Oh, Horace that's very pretty,

but...original?

What difference does it make?

My heart's in those words.

Those aren't your words either...

I read the same book!

You ARE psychically magnificent!

Sarah, hadn't you better marry me?

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