The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Page #2

Good heavens!

- What is it?

- Coreopsis has set in.

Poor devil!

Would you take over, Mitty?

If you wish.

It's hopeless.

There's only one chance, gentlemen.

The Vienna Trepan.

The operation Heinzelman

performed on a rabbit?

Precisely.

Blood pressure, please.

Thirty over two hundred.

Scalpel.

Sock stretcher.

Sprinkling can.

Cheese grater.

Floor wax.

Needle and number two threads.

There you are.

Oh, Doctor, do you think...

- Will he...

- There, there, Miss Cartwright.

Your brother will play the violin again.

I just grafted new fingers on him.

Oh, you're wonderful!

Wonderful!

You'll want some rest now.

Wonderful.

Mitty! I asked you a question.

I expect an answer!

What's that?

I was just thinking, sir.

We might possibly put out

a pocket-size edition.

- Pocket-size edition?

- Yes, sir.

- For pockets.

- You weren't thinking at all!

- You were daydreaming again!

- Oh, no, sir! I was really thinking.

I was thinking about hospitals

for hospital stories.

I finished talking about hospitals

ten minutes ago!

The subject, for your information,

is the next issue of "Racy Detective."

Pocket-size edition.

Not a bad idea.

- Hello.

- Hello, Mother.

- You forgot to bring the cake.

- What cake?

Gertrude and her mother

are coming to dinner.

I asked you to bring home a cake.

What's that thing?

I thought you said "rake."

You're getting more absent-minded

every day.

It's all that daydreaming you do.

I brought everything else:

The number two thread...

the Gleamo wax, the sock stretchers.

- Did you bring the snapdragon seeds?

- No. They didn't have any.

The man said petunias

were just as pretty.

Don't you ever forget.

When I say snapdragon seeds...

I mean snapdragon seeds.

Yes, Mother.

Just leave everything in the hall.

I'll take care of it.

Hurry and get cleaned up.

They'll be here any minute.

All right, Mother.

- Is there any mail for me?

- No.

- Who are you expecting a letter from?

- Nobody.

I just thought there might be some mail.

Don't use the guest towels.

I just put them up.

Use the one on your door.

All right, Mother.

And put on that clean shirt

I hung up for you.

And use some of the cologne

Gertrude gave you for Christmas.

Do I have to?

It smells like ether.

Don't be silly.

It's lovely...

and the least you can do

for your fiancee.

Oh, all right.

Oh, gosh!

- Irmagarde!

- Eunice, how are you?

Come in, dear...

and Gertrude.

My, what a sweet hat!

And, Gertrude, you look

too cute for words.

I hope you don't mind my bringing

Queenie, Mrs. Mitty.

She doesn't like to be alone.

Do you, Queenie,

in that great, big empty house?

Not at all, dear.

Walter, there's someone down here

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