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like I done before.

What will you do now, Mr. Bigelow?

Well, first of all,

I'll go get myself a glass of beer.

Whenever anything bothers me,

I always drink a glass of beer.

Then you are bothered

about losing your job.

No, only about how

I'm gonna pay for the beer.

Will you pay for it?

You?

- How much money you got?

- Forty-three cents.

And you?

I asked you how much money you got?

Oh.

You don't need to cry about it.

If you ain't got it, you ain't got it.

Tell her to stop crying.

Carrie.

Well, that's better.

I'm going over to the carousel

and get my things.

Hey, you know that bench down the road?

The one by the... By the water,

the last one, by the tree.

I'll meet you there.

And then we'll go see about

having that drink.

It's all right. Keep your money.

This time, I'll pay.

Julie.

Huh?

I've been bustin'

to tell you something lately.

You have?

The reason I didn't care

to tell you before was...

Well, 'cause you didn't

have a fella of your own.

But now that you got one,

I can tell you about mine.

I'm glad you've got a fella, Carrie.

What's his name?

His name is Mister Snow

And an upstanding man is he

He comes home every night

in his round bottomed boat

With a net full of herring

from the sea

An almost perfect beau

As refined as a girl could wish

But he spends so much time

in his round bottomed boat

That he can't seem to lose

the smell of fish!

The last time he kissed me

the whiff of his clothes

Knocked me flat on

the floor of the room

But now that I love him

my heart's in my nose

And fish is my favorite perfume!

Last night he spoke quite low

And a fair spoken man is he

And he said "Miss Pipperidge,

I'd like it fine

"If I could be wed with a wife

"And indeed, Miss Pipperidge

If you'll be mine

"I'll be yours for

the rest of my life!"

Next moment we were promised

And now my mind's in a maze

For all it ken do is look forward to

That wonderful day of days

When I marry Mister Snow

The flowers'll be buzzin'

with the hum of bees

The birds'll make a racket

in the church yard trees

When I marry Mister Snow

Then it's off to home we'll go

And both of us'll look

little dreamy-eyed

A drivin' to a cottage

by the Oceanside

Where the salty breezes blow

He'll carry me 'cross the threshold

And I'll be as meek as a lamb

Then he'll set me on my feet

And I'll say, kinda sweet

Well, Mister Snow here I am!

Then I'll kiss him so he'll know

That everythin'll be

as right as right ken be

A livin' in a cottage

by the sea with me

For I love that Mister Snow

That young, seafarin'

bold and darin'

Big, be-whiskered over-bearin

Darlin'

Mister Snow

- Carrie, I'm so happy for you.

- Yeah.

Come on. I don't wanna be late.

Carrie, this is where he meant us to wait.

- You sure?

- Yes.

- It's awful quiet here, Julie.

- Yes, it is.

Hardly anyone ever goes past here.

Do you think the stories

about him are true?

Probably.

Well...

What are you girls doing here?

You told us to wait for you.

I meant she was to wait. You can go home.

Why, Mr. Bigelow.

If you think either one of us

would stay here with you alo...

Oh, Mr. Bigelow, it's late.

If Julie stays, she'll lose her job.

Lose your job 'cause you stay out late?

Where do you work?

At Bascombe's Cotton Mill.

All Bascombe's girls

have to be respectable.

We all have to live

in the mill boarding house

and if we're late, they lock us out and

we can't go back to work there anymore.

Is that right? They bounce you

if you ain't home on time?

- That's right.

- It's late, Julie.

We ought to go.

Are you coming?

Should I go, Julie?

I can't tell you what to do, Carrie.

All right.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

Good-bye, Julie.

Good-bye, Carrie.

Well, now we're both out of jobs.

- You had your supper?

- No.

You want to eat out on the pier?

No.

You don't come around

the carousel very much, do you?

I only seen you

two or three times before today.

I've been there much more than that.

Is that right?

- Did you see me?

- Yes.

Did you know I was Billy Bigelow?

The girls told me.

- You got a sweetheart?

- No.

- Now, don't lie to me.

- I haven't any.

Why, you stayed here

the first time I asked you to.

You wouldn't have stayed

so quick if you hadn't done it before.

What did you stay for anyway?

So you wouldn't be left alone.

Holy smokes, you're dumb.

I don't need to be alone.

I can have all the girls I want.

Don't you know that?

I know, Mr. Bigelow.

All the girls are crazy for you.

Well, that's more like it.

You know what you remind me of?

A girl I knew at Coney Island.

Tell you how I met her.

We was just putting out

the lights one night when...

Is that you, Miss Jordan?

Yes, Mr. Bascombe.

- Whatever are you doing out at this hour?

- Well, I...

You couldn't be home in time now

if you ran all the way.

No, sir.

And what's it your business?

Mr. Bigelow, this is Mr. Bascombe.

He owns the mill.

I don't care what he owns.

If you ask me, he owns a lot of nerve.

What right's he got coming here...

What's going on here?

- Oh, good evening, Timmany.

- Evening, Mr. Bascombe.

- Are you having trouble?

- Well...

Him having trouble? Ask me.

I was just setting here with my lady friend

not bothering nobody.

And old sideburns here...

Hear now, Bigelow.

Don't be calling Mr. Bascombe names

unless you're fixing

to get yourself in trouble.

- You know this fellow, Timmany?

- Yes, Mr. Bascombe.

We have a report on him

from the chief of police of Bangor.

He's a pretty fly gazabo.

Works on carousels.

Makes a specialty

out of pretty young ones like this.

Gets 'em all moony eyed,

promises to marry 'em

then takes their money.

I haven't got any money.

- That's right. She ain't.

- Oh, you found that out already.

Julie, you are a young

and inexperienced child.

And I've decided to give you

one more chance.

I'll take you back to the house myself

and explain everything to the matron.

Come, my child.

Well, don't stand there

like you didn't have good sense.

Do I have to go with you?

Well, no, you don't have to.

- Then I'll stay.

- After I warned you.

You see, Timmany?

There are some you just can't help.

- Good night.

- Good night, Mr. Bascombe.

You. I ought to throw you in jail.

- What for?

- Don't know. Wish I did.

Well, and then what?

Huh?

You were telling me a story.

You were just putting out the lights when...

Oh, yeah.

Well, just as the lights went out,

someone come along.

It was this little girl, the one with the...

Tell me something. Ain't you scared of me?

I mean, after what that cop said

about me taking money from girls.

I ain't scared.

You're a funny kid.

Well, you wanna go into town and dance?

Oh, no. I have to be careful.

- Of what?

- My character.

See, I'm never gonna marry.

Huh?

Well, a girl who don't marry

has gotta be much more particular.

About what? Who she's seen with?

Oh, no. No.

About not letting other people

get the wrong impression.

See, if... If I was gonna marry,

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