Blossoms in the Dust Page #3

Doctor's orders, you know.

Remember what I said

about tiring the patient.

All right, doctor.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Gee, you had me scared, sweetheart.

Oh, Sam. Did I?

Well, I'm all right now.

And so happy.

Well, that's enough for now. Come along.

See you soon, darling.

Bye-bye.

The record of the case

from the time I took over.

Thank you, doctor.

And you haven't explained to Mr. Gladney

about your findings relative to her condition.

He's trying to say that motherhood,

in a case like your wife's...

...is extremely dangerous.

I didn't know that.

Edna can never have another child, Sam.

Thank God she's safe.

- Or is she safe?

- Oh, absolutely.

Dr. Breslar handled this case

as well as I could've done myself.

Thanks.

Maybe I ought to start charging

as much as you do, doctor.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Dr. Breslar.

- Goodbye, Mr. Gladney.

- Oh, goodbye, doctor.

- And a thousand thanks.

- Oh, well.

I hope we have occasion

to meet socially sometime.

- Well, I'm a busy man. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

I don't even have time to go fishing.

Don't fall, Daddy. Don't fall.

More, more.

- Daddy's sorry, but he's tired.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas again, Cleo.

- Here's some more Merry Christmas.

- Oh, unwrap it, please, Cleo.

- Yes, ma'am.

Here comes Nana.

Looks as though the jig were up.

Doesn't anybody want to go for a nice ride

and get some fresh air?

Nope.

I don't think it's so good

for folks to stuff their selves with air.

Listen, darling, Daddy's anxious to know

what's going on in the state of Texas...

...so it's up to you to go find out about it

and come and tell him.

- No.

- You wouldn't want Dr. West...

...to scold Mummy

because you missed your airing?

- No.

- That's a boy.

And we'll take little Chico with us.

And the engine.

- And the soldiers. And the Christmas tree.

- Don't you think...

...that might be too much of a load

for the poor horse?

- We can only take one toy, Sammy.

- Which one's it going to be, partner?

I guess my old horse.

That's loyalty for you.

- Run along now, sweetheart.

- Come on.

- Watch me drive off, Mummy and Daddy.

- Yes, darling.

Hurry up, there. Get into that coat.

Goodbye, Master Sammy.

- Goodbye, Cleo.

- Away we go, now. Come on.

Have a good time.

We will. Wait, darling.

Oooh-ooh-ooh!

Look at this, Mrs. Gladney.

Heavens. What a monstrosity.

Well, it's from your aunt Louise, dear.

What? Cleo, do you suppose

you can break it?

Oh, no, sir.

I'm gonna take good care of this.

Give her time.

Goodbye, Mummy and Daddy.

Oh, honey, there they are.

Goodbye, Mummy and Daddy.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Bye, partner.

He would take that old calico horse

with him.

Oh, he's had a lovely Christmas.

You've been pretty extravagant this time,

Mr. Gladney.

Why not? Wheat's still going up.

That only cost me a few thousand bushels.

And I still have a little left.

Not counting what you have

in your pocket.

I don't carry wheat anymore.

What would you like to bet me?

- Well, what odds do you give me?

- Oh, no, no.

- Oh, no, you don't.

- You gotta catch me first.

- Sam. Wait.

- I know you have, Sam.

- Come on.

You're too slow, darling.

Oh!

- Now, let's see.

- Darling, I haven't got any wheat.

- No. No wheat.

- I'm awfully glad I didn't bet.

You know, I shall never be civilized.

I wonder how you stand me.

Oh, you don't take

such an awful lot of standing.

That's exactly what I was fishing for.

Bother our friends and the reception

and the eggnog and the whole business.

Why, Mrs. Gladney.

And you, a society leader.

I'm surprised at you.

- Tell me, are you happy?

- Oh, terribly happy.

Not a single little thing I'd change.

Except to have Charlotte with us.

How she and little Sam...

...would have loved each other.

She was so gay and so full of fun.

Mr. Gladney! Mr. Gladney! Mr. Gladney!

- What's the matter, Zeke?

- Go back, Mrs. Gladney. Don't come down.

What is it?

Oh!

Sammy.

- Sammy, speak to me.

- Send for the doctor.

- What about the nurse?

They're bringing her in.

I'm here.

Darling? It's Mummy, darling.

Speak to me, Sammy. Speak to me.

Our baby's dead, Sam.

Our baby's dead.

Oh, I love parties.

- Be careful, Edna. That's precious.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was getting so clever at this too.

There you are. There you are.

It's wonderful music, Edna.

- Oh, thank you, dear, I'm glad you like it.

Why, Mr. Gladney.

Enjoying yourself?

- I am if you're happy, sweetheart.

- Mrs. Gladney.

- Yes?

- Do you think you have time...

...to step into the library a moment?

- What for, Zeke?

- A Dr. Breslar is there to see you.

- Dr. Breslar?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Well, bring him out here.

Darling, don't you think

you better see him inside?

Well, come to my rescue in a few minutes,

will you?

All right, sweetheart.

Oh, good evening, Dr. Breslar.

Hello, Mrs. Gladney.

Your husband once invited me

to come here socially.

Looks as if I picked out

a fairly social evening.

Well, I'm very glad to see you,

doctor. Always.

Thanks.

I'm on my way to the county orphanage

with her.

Seeing you are the only folks I know

with more beds than you sleep in...

...I'd like to dump her here for tonight.

So if it's just the same to you,

she won't be much trouble.

And I'll come back for her

tomorrow morning, and then...

Well, doctor.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Isn't it, darling?

Haven't you two chosen

rather a bad moment for your conspiracy?

I happen to be entertaining Baron Emden.

Perhaps some other time

might've been better, doctor.

The child's mother

had to be sent to the hospital tonight.

There's no need

to take her to an orphanage.

She can be boarded out

until the mother's well.

Give Dr. Breslar a check, Sam.

The mother can't keep the child.

She has to work.

- If I had a child, I'd keep it in spite of...

In spite of what?

Parties, soires, dressmakers

and all that whoop-de-doodle?

- The child's mother is a mill-hand.

- It's a kiddie of a good family, darling...

...whose mother has found it impossible

to earn her own living.

We might protect her.

Get that child out of here.

- Edna.

- I never thought it would work.

Come on, darling.

Why should she adopt babies?

She's much too busy adopting barons.

Come.

This is criticism, isn't it?

Darling.

You're trying to mend a broken heart

by hitting it with a hammer.

Well, do I ever bore you

with my broken heart?

Or anybody else? Do I ever mention it?

- It might be better if you did, sweetheart.

- All right.

Ever since the time I first realized

we were never to have children...

...the day doesn't go by or the night

that I don't feel humiliated...

...cheated...

...useless.

Do you think I don't know that,

sweetheart?

Then why do you bring

another woman's child here to hurt me?

Darling, you're hurting yourself.

Oh, Sam.

Go on and cry.

Cry all you want to, sweetheart.

I'm no good for you.

Somebody else would...

Would be much better for you.

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