Christmas in Connecticut Page #7

- No, I must be going.

- No, wait a while.

- No, really, I have to go.

If you'll excuse me.

- What's that?

- Why, that must be Macushlah.

- Macushlah?

- Your cow. That's right.

You did say in one of your articles

she wouldn't settle down...

...unless you go in

and bid her good night.

Well, hello, Macushlah.

I'll help you put her back

in the barn if you like.

That's very nice of you,

but I don't think I...

Oh, it's no trouble at all.

I'll get your coat for you.

The perfect pastoral touch.

This is a real experience.

- Won't you finish your supper?

- Thank you.

Mrs. Sloan, would you mind...

...if I came down and watched you

cook breakfast in the morning?

- Watch me cook breakfast?

- I remember what you said...

...about the charm of an attractive woman

performing her task of flipping flapjacks...

...with the smell of good coffee

and sizzling bacon in a sunny kitchen.

- I'm homesick for a sight like that.

- You see, Nora usually fixes breakfast.

- You do it tomorrow just for me.

- Mr. Yardley, I...

This is the only one I could find.

Hold everything.

We'll be right with you.

Mr. Jones, I'm very tired.

I think I'd better call Nora.

Soo, boss. Soo, boss. Soo, boss.

No, now quit your griping.

Here. Here she is.

What a night.

What a night.

Moonlight, snow.

And a cow.

- Do all animals take to you, Mrs. Sloan?

- Oh, yes. Of course...

...some more than others.

Yes. They have their likes and dislikes

just like human beings.

- Yes.

- Myself, I like most people.

Some more than others, of course.

Is there anyone you like more

than the others at the moment?

Definitely.

- A girl?

- Yes.

Are you in love with her?

Well, in a way, yes.

In what way?

Well, I... I admire her very much.

I think she's about the swellest

person I ever met.

Is that as far as it goes?

She's... She's married.

Does...?

Does she like animals?

Yes.

Do animals like her?

Oh, yes.

Does she live on a farm?

- Yes.

- Jefferson Jones, are you flirting with me?

- Oh, no, I wouldn't dare.

- Oh, don't apologize. I'm flattered.

It's intriguing to a married woman to find

she's still attractive to the opposite sex.

But I...

Do I attract you?

Yes.

But you see, you were so different

from what I expected. I was...

- Knocked for a loop?

- You said it.

Oh, how nice.

But I... I shouldn't have told you.

Your being married and all that, I...

But, you know, I find it hard

to believe you are married.

I find it pretty difficult myself.

You don't act as if you were married.

I don't feel as if I was married.

Really?

Must be the moonlight and the snow.

And the cow.

Oh, where is the cow?

Oh, you must have dropped the rope.

Could be. My hands got so cold.

Gosh, they are cold.

Let me warm them for you.

Oh, that's fine.

Have...?

Have you ever kissed

a married woman?

No.

No?

No.

No, you're not the type.

I... I wish I was.

Oh, me too.

Well, and that's that.

Yeah. I guess it is.

Better look for the cow.

Yes, I guess we had better.

Oh, there she is.

- That's the barn.

- It is?

I mean, it is.

Yeah.

Do you think she got back

there all by herself?

Maybe.

There she is.

Nice cow.

Lovely brown eyes.

Oh, no, no. They're gray.

Really? All the cows I ever knew

had brown ones.

Nice firm rump.

Well, good night, Macushlah.

Good night, Macushlah.

Thank you so much.

Elizabeth, are you all right?

Oh, I feel wonderful, darling.

How are you?

I thought you'd gone to bed.

There are one or two things

we have to discuss.

- Tonight?

- It's been an upsetting evening.

Of all the insane, inconsiderate things

to do...

Could I help it if the cow got loose?

The cow. A fine "how do you do."

- The judge was very annoyed.

- Oh, was he?

Yes. Do you mind?

Really, Elizabeth, this is very awkward.

Where am I going to sleep tonight?

You sleep in your room, and I've put

my things in the guest bedroom.

- Oh, fine. And this is my wedding night.

- Go to bed, John.

But we've got to get these things settled.

- Go to bed, John.

- Oh, all right, if you insist.

The judge will be here

first thing in the morning...

- Good night, John.

- Good night.

Please.

But I shan't sleep a wink.

Not a wink.

The cow? What happened then?

Nothing. The judge went home.

Now I like cows.

Oh, Felix, he's so wonderful.

Sure. They are fine animals.

Milk and cream, they give,

and butter too. And buttermilk.

No, no. I mean Mr. Jones.

I've never met anyone like him

before in my whole life.

Oh, Lizka, Lizka.

You give me goose pimples.

Watch now. I show you how

to flip-flop the flop-flips.

You see? It's easy. Now you try it.

Throw it up.

Up!

Not on the stove.

In the pan. Now, throw it with this.

High, high, high, high.

Oh, up!

Take this. Throw it up.

High, high, high. Oh, up!

Lizka, better you cook on the typewriter.

Oh, Felix, what am I going to do?

Don't ask me. Ask the rocking chair.

I'll answer it.

I'm Mrs. Gerzeg.

Thank you for taking care

of our babies while we work.

Mrs. Wright told me

you took care of hers.

Yes, but where is her baby?

She doesn't need to leave

her baby today.

She's not working. I have to work.

- So I leave you mine.

- Yes, but...

I have to go to work. Thank you so much.

Darling, be careful.

He's no trouble at all.

His name's Louie.

I'm late to the factory.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

He?

Hey!

Oh, Felix. This is awful.

We have a new baby. It's a boy.

It's life. Sometimes you get girls.

Sometimes, boys.

- Mrs. Sloan.

- Oh, here, quick, take it.

Take it around the back

to the bedroom. Hurry up.

- Hello.

- Good morning. Merry Christmas.

I hope I'm in time to see

you flip the flapjacks.

I'm not in a flipping mood this morning.

Nora will attend to breakfast. Nora,

Mr. Yardley wants to watch you flap...

I mean, flip the flapjacks.

I don't flip them. I scoop them.

Won't you flip just one for me?

I never flipped in me life,

and I won't start flipping now for nobody.

- Elizabeth?

- Yes?

I must go now.

If you'll excuse me, please.

I've been looking for you.

The judge is in the study.

Let's hurry before anyone sees us.

But, John, couldn't we all

have breakfast first?

There you are. Now, if you'll stand here,

please, and join hands.

Where are the witnesses?

Mrs. Sloan.

Oh, excuse me.

Well, this looks like a wedding.

It does? I mean, it is.

You see, it's an old custom.

We were married on Christmas...

...so we usually repeat

the ceremony every Christmas.

Well, well, what a charming idea.

I hope you don't mind my being here.

I'm quite a sentimentalist myself.

Now all we need is one more witness.

- Suppose I get Mr. Jones?

- No, no. I'll get Felix.

No, no. You stay here. I'll get Felix.

Felix!

Felix!

The judge is here. We need you

as a witness.

But, Mr. Sloan, something happened.

Something terrible. Catastrophe.

- What is it?

- The baby.

The baby. My watch.

I gave him to play with it.

He put it in her mouth.

Goodbye, watch.

You mean to say the baby

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