The Trouble with Harry Page #3

What do you want to borrow?

I think people need encouragement|sometimes, don't you, Mr Marlowe?

- How'd you know my name?|- It's on the pictures, isn't it?

- It's not supposed to be readable.|- I can tell it's not supposed to be.

They're very professional,|don't you think, Mrs Wiggs?

Well, Miss Gravely,|all I know is nobody buys them.

Thank you for your encouragement,|Miss Gravely.

- Now I wonder how you know my name?|- Easy. Wiggy just said it.

Wiggy. What a perfectly ridiculous|little nickname.

Do you mind if I call you Wiggy,|Mrs Wiggs?

Not if you pay all your bills|on time.

Alright, Mr Marlowe,|Bacon, beans, cabbage,

sugar, salt, tea, oleomargarine.

- $1.95.|- And half a box of cigarettes.

- Ah, yes. Ten cents, two five.|- That much?

I don't seem to be able to find...

I know, Mr Marlowe, as soon as|we sell some of your paintings.

Let me make my position clear -

Shhh.

What do you think?

I think it'll hold coffee.

Will you try it, Mr Marlowe?

Put your finger through the handle,|please.

How about the size?|What about the handle?

Hm?

I mean, does it fit?|Is it the right finger size?

It's my finger size.

- I'll take it.|- Fifteen cents.

- And the saucer?|- Ten.

- That seems a fair price.|- What's important about finger size?

I wanted to be certain|it would fit a man.

- A certain size man.|- A man?

A certain somebody is coming over|to my cottage this afternoon.

- Not really?|- For coffee and blueberry muffins.

Why, you old social butterfly, you.

Old?

That was figuratively speaking.

I think we've got|a nearsighted cider customer.

How old do you think I am, young man?

Hmmm. Fifty.|How old do you think you are?

Forty-two. I can show you|my birth certificate.

You'll have to show more than your|birth certificate to convince a man.

- What do you mean?|- You have to show your character,

the inner self, the hidden qualities,

the true Miss Gravely,|sensitive, young in feeling,

timeless with love and understanding.

I can do it!|At least, I think I can do it.

Do what?

- I'll see what that gentleman -|- At a time like this?

- Where are your scissors?|- Outside.

We're going to cut her hair.

- Hair?|- Cut it short.

Bring it up-to-date,|make a nice romantic styling,

take ten years|off your birth certificate.

- How are you fixed for ribbon?|- Should be some around somewhere.

- Powder, rouge, lipstick?|- I think so.

Nothing cheap, shoddy or obvious.

Just youth, gentility, character.

I'll go out and get the scissors.|You find the other things.

- Ah, here they are.|- Excuse me, young man, I...

Oh, well.

All right, Ernest. Let's go.

Well, always grow back, I guess.

There's Calvin.

- Is he alone?|- Yep. Guess he didn't sell his car.

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