The Song of Songs Page #4

She's not

a professional model?

Oh, no, no.

She works in the book shop

across the street. Why?

She interests me.

Of course, my dear Richard, if there is

any reason why I shouldn't be interested-

Oh, none at all.

She means nothing to me.

Fine.

Because she interests me

very much.

Very much.

"Mrs Rasmussen," he said...

"you have a very beautiful daughter."

"She's my niece," I said.

Then he gives his

moustaches a twist...

and he asks

would I be offended...

if he was to show

his admiration...

by making you a little present.

Old fool.

And him a colonel too.

I said, "I don't allow my niece

to accept presents from gentlemen.

"But," I says,

"she sometimes takes

a little rum with her tea."

And I said, "I see no harm

if you'd care to send her some."

And he-

It's the very best kind.

It comes from Jamaica.

I suppose you

never heard of Jamaica.

No, Tante Rasmussen.

It's a place in Asia Minor.

A drop of rum in your tea

is supposed to build up your strength...

only the doctor says

you must take it...

after you've got into bed

and be sure to keep well covered...

as it's heating to the blood...

and you're liable

to take a chill.

You can bring it now, my child.

Bring the bottle too.

You're a good girl, Lily.

If I'm severe

with you sometimes...

it's because I have

your own welfare at heart.

We've forgotten the sugar.

Uh, j-j-just half a spoonful, dear.

Thank you, darling.

You weren't very nice

to the Baron yesterday morning.

Now, next time he comes,

I want you to smile and be civil.

- Yes, Tante Rasmussen.

- Goodnight, darling.

- You can go to bed now.

- Thank you. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Say your prayers.

- I will.

Ah!

Jamaica.

- Ah!

- I know, I know.

Late again.

Third time this week.

I don't see anything funny

about keeping a man waiting.

- And what's that?

- Flowers.

- Well, where did you get them?

- A man.

- Oh, the Baron, I suppose.

- Oh, no.

- Who, then?

- I don't know him.

I met him downstairs

in the street.

Do you mean to say you accepted flowers

from a stranger in the street?

Oh, he was

such a handsome man!

What's that

got to do with it?

Nothing.

I never heard

of such a thing.

A perfect stranger

and you accept-

Why-Why, i-it's

positively indecent.

Jealous?

I? Oh!

Certainly not.

It's nothing to me

what you do.

You sounded jealous.

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, come on, come on.

Let's get to work.

Well?

Aren't they lovely?

Let's get to work.

- Oh, smell them!

- Oh, come here!

Look what you've done.

And I bought them for you.

Oh. Hmm. Well, thanks.

Well, let's get to work, shall we?

Oh, yeah. All right.

Uh, ready, then.

Are you warm enough?

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