The Time of Their Lives Page #5

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is a dream.

Should be. It was designed by the

famous Jonathan Bullfinch in 1760.

Why, Shelly, you mean we have

servants already? Why, absolutely.

The local employment agency

sent us a housekeeper.

Hello, Emily.

Afternoon.

I'd like you to know my fiance, Miss

Prescott, and her aunt, Mrs. Dean.

'Lo.

'Lo.

Decorators left last night.

Said to tell you...

they got all the rooms fixed

like it explains in the book.

Great! Hang on tight, darling.

We're going into the 18th century.

Oh, is this trip necessary?

Oh, uh, pardon me, but

didn't I see you in Rebecca?

Hey, kids, wait for me.

Oh, Shelly!

You like it? Oh, darling, it's wonderful.

Don't you think so, Millie?

Oh, it's out of this world.

Don't know whether you realize it, Mildred,

but this happens to be the very furniture...

the Danbury family used

160-odd years ago.

Someday I'm gonna...

That must be Doc Greenway. I've

invited him up for the weekend.

Oh, dear Dr. Greenway. That's all

we need to complete the picture.

Ralph Greenway happens to be one of

the best psychiatrists in New York.

I'd better go down

and let him in.

Millie, please! I wish you'd

stop making smart cracks.

You're beginning to upset Sheldon,

and he's not entirely well yet.

Now Ralph said...

"Ralph said. "

Last week he said the rash

I had wasn't an allergy.

It was caused by a guilt complex because I kicked

your Grandma in the bustle when I was two years old.

I can hardly

believe my eyes.

Absolutely miraculous.

Ralph!

It's good to see you. June.

Mildred. It's good to see you.

Nice to see you,

Doctor.

Quite an accomplishment, eh? Quite.

Has Shelly told you I hit on the idea

of restoring this particular place?

No, do tell us. Well, it's part of my

family history. 160-some-odd years ago,

my great-great-great grandfather, Cuthbert

Greenway, was a butler on this estate.

- Really?

- From butler to psychiatrist in six generations.

- Now that's democracy for you.

- Pardon, Mr. Gage. This was delivered this morning.

Oh, yes, a plaque for the well.

Look, honey. It's very impressive.

Strange. In all these years, no one ever

discovered who those two traitors were.

Hope the ghosts don't throw

this one over the fence too.

- Ghosts? Did you say ghosts?

- It's just a legend.

The ghosts are supposed to hurl their

memorial stone over the fence every so often.

Yep. Last time

was Fourth ofJuly.

Put Mayor Hathaway in the hospital for

two weeks. Hit him in the head with it.

Interesting case,

isn't it?

I think we'd better get this placed on the

well before dinner. I'll get some tools.

Let me go.! I'm gonna throw

that plaque over the fence.

Oh, stop it, Horatio. What good

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