Christmas in Connecticut Page #10

There's been no kidnapping.

I tell you, it was all a mistake.

As for you, young woman, you're fired.

Now, see what you've done.

Why'd you tell him?

I didn't. He found out.

After all I've done to help,

you have to spoil it all. Where were you?

Well, we were sitting in a sleigh,

and the horse walked off with us.

A likely story.

First a cow and then a horse.

- I don't know what to think.

- Think the worst.

- You always would anyway.

- You're not even sorry...

...for what you've done.

- No.

And I think you're glad it happened.

I must say the way you've

been behaving isn't exactly...

As the wife of John Sloan,

the eminent architect should behave?

You've disrupted my household.

Yes, I have, haven't I?

You told Yardley that

you were in love with Jones.

Of course, all that's an absolute lot

of nonsense, but... Oh, please.

- Now, where was I?

- You were throwing me over.

I cannot afford to incur the enmity

of a man like Yardley.

Oh, no. Of course you can't.

I must say you're taking it lightly.

What do you want me to do?

Weep on your shoulder?

- I've been through as much as I can stand.

- Don't raise your voice.

- My nerves won't stand it.

- That's fine.

That settles it.

- What's the matter?

- Is something bust?

Plenty.

More company.

Does Miss Elizabeth Lane

live here?

Everybody lives here. Come in.

Jeffy boy!

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

How do you feel?

Well, just great. I feel great.

Oh, my, but it's good to see you.

This is Miss Mary Lee.

Oh, yes, your fiance.

Fiance?

Yes. Mr. Yardley told me all about it.

I'm surely delighted to meet you all.

How do you do?

It was so sweet of you to have Jeffy boy

out here for Christmas.

It was a pleasure.

Oh, Jeffy, I've got so much to tell you.

About our engagement and everything.

Why did you come up here at this hour?

Well, Mr. Yardley phoned for me

to come as a surprise.

But I was sort of delayed.

Then I took the wrong train

and landed in Bridgeport.

I got the milk train back.

It was simply awful.

There was no diner on it.

Well, maybe you'd like some breakfast.

Well, thank you.

I haven't had a bite since last night.

Felix will fix you some.

I have to pack.

In case I don't see you again,

Mr. Jones, goodbye.

I...

It was certainly an experience

knowing you.

- Goodbye, Miss Lee.

- Goodbye, and I'm surely grateful to you.

I guess I'd better pack too.

Run along, Jeffy boy.

I fix Miss Lee.

I won't be long.

My, he certainly does look good.

Fine boy.

And to think I've got to break his heart.

- You got to what?

- Break his poor little heart.

Why do you do that?

You see, after he left the hospital,

I married.

You got married?

I married Sinky.

You mar... Well, you get married?

Yes, I married Sinky.

You... Who is this Stinky?

His pal.

He was on the raft with Jeffy boy.

She married!

Come quick! Come with me!

Quick, come along with me!

- In here! In here!

- I mean...

I fix your breakfast.

I want to have a few words with you,

Mr. Yardley.

I have nothing more to say, Sloan.

She's fired.

- Oh, not about that. I mean the contract.

- Contract?

Yes. The home-planning feature

in Smart Housekeeping.

- Now, an idea has grown on me...

- Oh, that. Well, you'll have to see...

I'm hungry.

But, Mr. Yardley.

Good morning, Felix.

What a delightful aroma.

You're a good chef.

Do I smell kidneys?

Special for somebody.

But, Felix, I'm famished.

And kidneys...

Cook your own kidneys.

I don't cook for somebody

that's not nice to my friends.

Why, I've done nothing

to your friends, Felix.

No? You fired Elizabeth.

- Well, didn't she make a fool of me?

- Pishy-poshy, you done it.

Nobody can tell you something.

Sometimes, if you shut up,

maybe you learn something.

Now, look here, Felix.

I'm not an unreasonable man.

So then maybe you

don't fire Elizabeth, yes?

Well, maybe not.

- Yes or no?

- Well, I don't know...

...after the way she lied to me.

- She lie? For you she lied.

Anyway, she got another offer.

- Another offer?

- Yes.

This came last night.

I show you.

I read it to you.

I can offer contract

with American Housekeeping.

American Housekeeping! Stealing

my people! They won't get away with it.

- I'll outbid them. I'll give her a big raise.

- No, no, no, no. Wait a minute.

Cross your heart.

Kidneys, kidneys, kidneys.

Please.

Thank you, Felix. I hope we have

many meals together.

Any time. At Restaurant Felix.

No cover charge.

- Having a nice breakfast, Mr. Yardley?

- Yes. Everything is hunky-dunky.

Very hunky-dunky.

Jeffy boy, put down the bag.

Where is everybody?

Miss Lee is in the den

waiting for breakfast.

But first, I have news for you.

Come, come, come.

Yes, I'm finished with her.

- You mean you're not gonna marry her?

- I am not.

Mr. Yardley, about that contract.

There's only one contract

that interests me.

The Elizabeth Lane contract

with Smart Housekeeping.

- You were perfectly right to fire her.

- Fire her?

I'm not going to fire her.

I'm going to double her salary.

- Who is it?

- Yardley.

- I want to have a few words with you.

- Come in.

What does he want?

I don't know. But I know what I want.

You mean to tell me Lizka

did all this because of me?

- Positively.

- I've got to talk with her.

I should wait till the fat man

comes out.

Listen, my boy...

So I've come to ask you to reconsider

leaving my employment.

- As I remember it, you fired me.

- I spoke in temper.

I want you to stay,

with a big raise, of course.

A raise?

I'll double any offer

American Housekeeping make.

- American Housekeeping?

- Felix told me of their offer.

Oh, he did, did he?

You wouldn't want to leave

old Yardley, would you?

Oh, wouldn't I?

I'll even give Sloan that contract.

Well, I'm glad of that.

He's a bore, but why not marry him?

Lt'd make a great difference to circulation.

Husband and wife on the same paper.

I can see the heading

of your next column. Quote:

"My dear husband now joins me

in my daily work.

Here we are, side by side,

fellow workers in the vineyard.

- My baby..."

- Unquote.

- You're a great fixer, aren't you?

- If you'll listen to me, you'll find...

- You listen to me for a change.

- Now, Miss Lane...

I'm tired of being pushed around,

told what to do!

Tired of writing your gall-darned articles,

dancing to everybody else's tune!

Tired of being told whom to marry!

In short, I'm tired.

- Miss Lane...

- Oh, get out.

- You'll regret this.

- I said, get out!

Well, really.

- Most unreasonable woman I've met!

- She's crazy. Even last night...

Pardon me, gentlemen.

This is where I take over.

What does he think he's going to do?

I give you one guess.

Don't hear a thing.

I wonder what's happening?

- Why did you do that?

- I changed my type.

- What do you mean?

- I'm the type that kisses married women.

- And I like it.

- Well, I don't like it.

- No?

- There's only one thing to do with you.

- Yes? Let's do it.

- No. No.

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