A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Page #9

just, well, pipe dreams.

Pipe-dreamers can be

very lovable people

but they don't help

anybody, not even themselves.

Now, think about it a little,

and have a merry Christmas.

And enjoy your pie.

Yes, Miss McDonough.

Thank you, Miss McDonough.

For God's sakes!

Where you been?

You were supposed

to meet me...

Where'd you swipe that?

Neeley, I'm going

to be a writer.

All right,

but let's eat the pie.

Come on, we gotta see

about our Christmas tree!

Golly! It's still there, isn't it?

Yeah, it's still here.

He ain't got much time

left to sell it.

Go on. Beat it! You know I ain't

gonna throw them till midnight.

What are you trying to do, block

the sidewalk, keep customers out?

Hey! You don't own the

sidewalk! Free country, ain't it?

How about this one,

madam?

No, that one's too big.

I want a small one.

I got just what you want.

Come over here, lady.

Well, now, that's more like it!

That's the size.

It's awful big to

get throwed at you.

Why does he have to

throw them at us, anyway?

Why can't he just give them

to us if he don't sell them?

If he just gave them away,

everybody would wait.

He'd never sell

any of 'em.

Smells good.

There she goes!

Hey, I stumbled!

Go on! Beat it!

Who's next?

Come on, give me a chance. I'm next.

All right,

here she goes.

Got it, didn't I?

All right, take it!

Go home!

Now, who wants

to try this one?

Who's man enough for

this big one right here?

I can take anything

you got, mister. Let her...

I'm next!

That's my tree!

You're too small.

Go home.

Me and my brother, we

ain't too small together.

Spunky, huh?

All right,

but if one of you drop,

you're not gonna

get the tree.

There she goes!

That a girl!

You got it!

Okay, you got it coming.

Go ahead! Who's next?

Quit worrying about them, Katie.

They'll be home pretty quick.

They ain't old enough

to be out this late.

Johnny should have made them

tell what they was up to.

No telling what's likely to

happen if Francie gets a notion...

They'll be all right.

Well, I guess

we better get on home.

I'll see them tomorrow.

No, don't go!

Hey, Pa! Hey, Ma!

Hey, Ma!

Look!

Holy smoke! Will you look

what they've went and done?

They're trying to make a

Christmas. Help 'em, kid.

We got it throwed at us!

Well, sure,

I was only wondering if you

couldn't use a little help.

Come on, come on,

come on.

How in Jerusalem

did you...

Look, Papa! Look at my

face, Pop! Look at my face!

Nobody around here ever

saw a tree like that!

Look at my face

if you don't believe it.

And I see you got the law

on your side, too.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Nolan! And it

looks like you're gonna have one.

Same to you, Mr. McShane, and thanks.

Merry Christmas,

Mr. Nolan.

Merry Christmas,

Miss Maggie.

Isn't this a wonderful

Christmas, Papa?

It is now,

prima donna.

Imagine us having

a tree like that,

and the nicest kids

in the world, I guess.

Merry Christmas,

everybody! Merry Christmas!

God bless you, Mr. Nolan.

Merry Christmas, Neeley!

Merry Christmas!

He ain't any older

than they are.

Round yon

virgin mother and child

Holy infant

so tender and mild

Merry Christmas.

Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy...

Here!

Put it up

higher, Bill!

Steve's the name.

That's better, Bill.

Old itchy underwear!

But look at all the fun

you can have scratching!

Thank you, Mama.

You know

you hate them.

They're fine, Mama.

I got something

for you, too, Mama.

Johnny. It was real nice

of your friend Mr. McGarrity

to send over those

candy canes to the kids.

Yeah.

Here. I made this

candle for today.

You better light it now.

It's time.

Merry Christmas, Mama,

from me and Neeley.

Oh, it's pretty.

What is it?

Rose water

and glycerin.

You rub it

on your hands.

This is for you, Papa,

from me and Neeley.

My!

I'll be quite the thing,

won't I?

I think it's silly,

but Francie said

Papa was always talking about

what nice hands you got.

It cost a dime, but we had a

seltzer bottle top in the junk.

It's a watch fob. It's

made out of shoelaces.

I wove it on a spool

with nails.

Well, if that ain't about the

nicest thing I ever did see.

Maybe it's kinda silly,

you not having a watch.

Well, now, madam, we're all

out of mushrooms under glass,

but I can

tell you the time.

That's the nicest present

I ever did get, prima donna.

And thank you, too, Son.

You're welcome. I guess

the shoelaces was mine.

It was silly.

There ain't nothing

silly on Christmas.

I got a little

present here.

Like I was saying,

I got...

Merry Christmas,

Miss Francie.

Come on. They're in here.

It's Mr. McShane.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Merry Christmas,

Mr. McShane.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas.

I was just...

Hello, handsome.

Mrs. Edwards.

I was just passing, and I happened

to see the light still burning

and I got to thinking

that I'd like to have a hand in

decorating that fine Christmas tree.

I see somebody's

already provided.

We can always use more

of them, Mr. McShane.

Thank you kindly.

Won't you come in and have

a cup of coffee with us?

Thanks, no. This evening's for families.

And I got to be

getting home now,

so I'll say goodbye and

merry Christmas to everybody.

Thank you, Mr. McShane.

Merry Christmas!

That was mighty

nice of him.

Mr. McShane's

a fine man.

He's, I think,

sometimes a lonely man.

Like I was saying,

I got something here.

I mean, I got a present for

somebody that ain't exactly here.

Grandma helped me pick it out.

It's for you know who.

Bill, it's beautiful.

Look, everybody!

Bill, darling, I've never been so happy!

I'm gonna get some coffee.

Katie?

Yeah.

I'm glad for ya.

I don't know.

I'm scared, I guess.

You got no call to be.

Look how swell them two are.

Yeah, they are.

You told Johnny yet?

Well, maybe you ought to.

It might help him.

Yeah.

We better take

the coffee in.

You're a fine girl, Katie.

I never said any different.

That's for nothing, Johnny,

except maybe being a nice guy.

Coffee, everybody!

Well, I guess

that's about all.

Johnny, I got to

tell ya something.

Maybe it ain't the right

time, and maybe it is.

The reason

I moved us up here...

We're gonna have

a baby, Johnny.

That's why I've been scrimpin' so

much and tryin' so hard to save.

That's...

Well, I'm awful glad,

Katie, if you are.

There's a lot we got

to think about, Johnny.

I know!

But we'll make out.

Maybe things

will be different.

And we'll have one to grow

up with all over again.

I got things

all figured out.

I ought to be able to work

until, well, anyway, April,

and then Francie will have to leave

school and take out a working paper.

She's young, but with what she can make,

we ought to be

able to make out.

But we can't

do that, Katie!

I don't like it any better

than you do, Johnny.

But I thought and I thought,

and there ain't no other way.

And, Johnny, you got to help with

something. She listens to you.

You got to quit gettin' her so

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