The Old Fashioned Way Page #4

Cleopatra Pepperday.

Mr. McGonigle, | I'm so glad to see you.

My dear Cleopatra Pepperday!

How delighted I am | to see you.

I didn't think | you'd remember me.

Remember you? | How could I forget you?

Oh, Mr. McGonigle. How | could anyone forget you?

Oh, Mr. McGonigle. | Will you sit down here?

Oh, thank you. | Thank you, dear.

It is a pleasure, an honor, to break bread | with you on this delightful afternoon.

Thank you, Mr. McGonigle.

Oh, don't mention it.

Well, little man, | do you know who I am?

Da-da.

Come here. | Boy, you have me wrong.

His name's Albert, after | his dear departed father.

Yes?

Has a wonderful head.

Oh, thank you, Mr. McGonigle.

Shaped like | a Rocky Ford cantaloupe.

Esther.

Are we going to have him | with us for dinner?

Let me, let me... | Please, let me help you.

Now, come on there. | Come on.

He's holding on | to the floor.

There we are.

Hang on.

Look out. Here, I'm just going | to help you in, that's all.

Head up. | Get your foot over there.

Where's his other... | Can you see his other foot?

Oh, here it is. He's such | a friendly little man.

Yes, he is. Yes.

There you are. | Now, you're all right.

Now I have him.

There you are. | There you are.

He has a mind | of his own, hasn't he?

Just like his father.

Yes, stubborn as can be. There | you are. Look at that. There.

Now, could anything be | nicer than that?

Now, come here.

There.

There, little man.

Oh, Mr. McGonigle, I do hope you'll | let me sing for you this year.

You know, you were too busy | when you were here last time.

Yes, we were very... | Very busy last season, yes.

But you will let me | sing for you this time.

I've been looking forward | to it for months.

Oh, thank you.

Really.

Oh, Albert! Now, you | shouldn't have done that.

Whatever possessed you?

Oh, Mr. McGonigle, | I'm so sorry.

Very well done.

Boy. Boy.

I don't know whether to eat | from the coat or from the plate.

Oh, Albert!

Look what you've done | to Mr. McGonigle's watch.

Oh, I'm so sorry. | Oh, Mr. McGonigle.

It's all right. He | has such an impulsive nature.

Yeah. | Just like my own.

Don't apologize, it's all | right. It's just a little child.

Oh, he does the cutest | things. That he does.

You should see him | when no one's around.

Oh, I'd like to catch him | sometime when...

See him sometime | when no one's around.

Oh, Albert. | Why did you do that?

Bet the minute hand won't | be a bit of use after this.

Mr. McGonigle, I hope | he hasn't hurt your watch.

Oh, no. How could you hurt a | watch by dipping it in molasses?

Oh, he's never | done that before.

Well, I hope he doesn't do | it again, not with this watch.

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