Christmas in Connecticut Page #8

swallowed your watch?

- Good heavens. I must call a doctor.

- The police too. It was a gold watch.

- What is it?

- The baby swallowed his watch.

- I'm calling a doctor.

- Oh, how awful. I must go to it.

Don't get excited, Mrs. Sloan.

Babies often swallow things like that.

Poor darling.

Does your little tummy hurt?

That's strange.

He looks different this morning.

Wouldn't you look different if you

had swallowed a watch?

- But he's a blond.

- Mama.

- He has teeth.

- Mama, Mama.

- And he talks.

- Mr. Yardley...

...this is no time to take inventory.

Oh, please go. I must get him quiet.

Please go.

Most extraordinary thing I ever saw.

- How is it?

- There's only one thing to do.

A good dose of castor oil.

- I'll go upstairs and see if we have any.

- When is that doctor getting here?

I wouldn't want anything to happen.

It would ruin the circulation.

It wouldn't do the baby no good, neither.

Lizka.

Felix, this is awful.

Has the doctor arrived yet?

No. But the judge went home.

Felix!

Oh, Felix, you did it to stop the wedding.

If a cow can do it, I can do it.

Oh, Felix. You're wonderful.

Moo.

- Excuse me.

- What's the matter?

The baby swallowed a watch.

- He swallowed what?

- Felix's watch.

He gave it back.

The baby swallowed that?

Everything is hunky-dunky.

It's still going.

How is the child? Is it all right?

Oh, perfectly fine.

- And where's Mr. Yardley?

- I think he's in the den.

Let's have breakfast.

Good morning, Mr. Jones.

Good morning. You're having lots

of excitement here.

- Yes, but it's all over now.

- Do you mind if I see the baby?

Oh, no. You mustn't. It's been through

a trying experience. And I want it to rest.

Suppose you have breakfast.

Nora's making some lovely pancakes.

- Where's the judge?

- He will be back later.

But if you don't get married, then you

will have to wait until next year.

That settles it. I'm tired

of having my marriage put off.

- I'm going to tell Mr. Yardley the truth.

- No, John, please.

I think it's best we skedaddle.

When the bag lets out the cat,

somebody gets scratched.

There's something I wanted

to talk to you about.

There's something I want

to talk to you about too.

- Something important.

- What I have to say...

I'm not easily fooled.

I know the real from the fraudulent.

Exactly. I knew you'd realize.

That's why I decided...

- Those models are yours, of course.

- Yes.

They're splendid.

That's why I want to talk to you.

- Those?

- Yes.

I told you about my competitor in the

magazine field, American Housekeeping.

I'm going to keep ahead of them.

I'm starting a new department.

- But...

- A Build Your Own Home section...

...for postwar planning. I need an editor.

An honest and dependable man.

I know you're the real thing.

I know you're busy, but this will pay well.

- It all sounds very wonderful, Mr. Yardley.

- You bet it's wonderful.

It's the biggest promotion plan

in the country.

And the tie-up with

the Elizabeth Lane feature will put it over.

I can see our February cover right now.

"Beginning this issue, John Sloan,

Elizabeth Lane's husband...

...conducts our new Home Planning

Department."

- And you'll put that on the cover?

- Right.

Now, what is it you wanted to tell me?

As a matter of fact, it was

almost exactly the same thing.

Well, there you are,

great minds think alike.

Mr. Yardley, Mr. Jones is

way ahead of you on flapjacks.

He is, is he? Well, I'll give him

a head start of a dozen...

...and still eat him under the table.

- Did you tell him?

- Well, no. I decided not to.

There's no point in destroying

his Christmas.

Come on, let's have breakfast.

Would you mind doing something for me,

as a special favor?

Anything you want.

Would you mind just flipping me

one flapjack?

Flip...

- Well, you see, Mr. Yardley...

- Oh, just one to please me, huh?

- But, Mr. Yardley...

- Won't you please, Mrs. Sloan?

Well, all right, but I'm

a little out of practice.

- Oh, come on.

- Go ahead.

Go on, dear.

Bravo!

Wonderful.

And for dinner, Mr. Yardley,

we will have potage Mongol...

...with roast goose Bernoise,

with walnut stuffing.

Oh, Uncle Felix, stop.

Please. You make my mouth water.

Good morning.

- Mr. Sloan?

- Yes.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

I'm Homer Higgenbottom of the Christmas

Entertainment Committee of Stanfield.

Mr. Sloan, I understand you're

entertaining Jefferson Jones...

...the war hero. Is this the young man?

- Yes, that's right.

- I'm proud to shake your hand.

Thank you, sir.

We're having a community dance

this evening at the town hall.

People of Stanfield would consider it a great

honor to entertain you and your guests.

I hope you can all come.

Well, how about it, Elizabeth?

A dance?

Do you dance, Mr. Jones?

Oh, I get around.

I think it would be lovely.

Salute your partners.

On the right. On the left.

Join hands, circle left.

Meet your partner.

Promenade.

Forward, everybody swing.

Forward, and do-si-do.

Around to the right.

Now around to the left.

Around you go.

Swing your partners right and left.

Isn't this lovely?

Eighteen days on a raft was

nothing compared with this.

With the new prefabricated methods

and postwar plastics...

...we shall positively revolutionize

homebuilding.

Quite right, Sloan. Quite right.

Sashay down the floor.

Around you go.

Form an arch and all follow through.

Everybody forward and form a star.

Around to the right.

Now to the left.

All break away.

You see, with the new high-compression

plywood, we'd become pioneers. Yes, sir.

Remember, this whole proposition depends

on that other matter I discussed with you.

What other matter, Mr. Yardley?

We've got to beat American Housekeeping

to that new baby.

Oh, of course, of course.

That will be attended to, naturally.

A progressive architect like myself...

Mr. Sloan, Mr. Yardley, we are relying

on you two to start the bond sale.

- Why, of course.

- Whenever you say.

If you'll follow me, gentlemen.

Sure is nice here.

I'll hate to leave tomorrow.

- That soon?

- I'm due back tomorrow night.

- I'll have to leave early in the morning.

- Oh, so this is our...?

Your last night here?

I had a wonderful time.

- You've all been very kind to me.

- Oh, let's keep on walking.

But your shoes.

Oh, yes, they are sort of inadequate.

I guess I was just letting my imagination

run away with me.

Why not?

Milady, your carriage.

- Oh, we couldn't.

- It's just parked here. Nobody will mind.

We'll make believe we're going for a ride.

Where should we go?

Well, where do you generally go

in your dreams?

The horse is moving.

It wasn't tied up.

Confound it!

Speaking of marriage...

- Were we?

- No.

I guess I was just talking out loud.

I've got marriage on my mind these days.

So have I.

If I wasn't married,

what would you say to me now?

Well, first I'd call you Lizka,

like Uncle Felix does.

- Say it.

- Lizka.

- Say it again.

- Lizka.

And then what would you say?

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