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I understand.

I hope you'll thank your friend for us.

Please tell him how grateful we are, but...

Goodbye, Mr Morgan.

(? "It's All So New To Me'')

- I like that.

- Thank you, Aunt Genevieve.

- One of your own compositions?

- The melody came to me only this evening.

Quite the nicest thing you've ever done,

Edward. It has real feeling.

Your little nephew has real feeling,

my darling, just like anyone else.

I'm going upstairs to write some letters.

I'll come down and kiss you good night

before I go to bed.

- Promise?

- I do.

All right, it's a bargain.

In the meantime I shall be thinking up

at least six new compliments for you.

(? resumes "It's All So New To Me'')

Edward?

Edward.

- Aunt Genevieve.

- Well, I'm waiting.

- For what?

- For my compliments, of course.

- You promised me an even half-dozen.

- So I did.

I shan't be able to keep my promise.

I've been very busy.

- Busy.

- Word of honour.

I've been playing an old and charming game.

I've been daydreaming.

Just suppose, for example...

See that painting there?

But of course I do. I'll have you know my

eyesight's every bit as good as it ever was.

Suppose the figure of that lovely child

should suddenly come to life.

Suppose it smiled at you and waved its hand.

- What would you do?

- I'd call a doctor.

Now, Edward, now, now, take it easy.

Well, the truth of the matter is,

I just love your game.

I'd adore it if the child in that picture could

come into this home and actually live with us.

Do you really mean that, Aunt Genevieve?

There's nothing that makes a home so happy

as the sound of a chils laughter.

- By Jove, I'll do it.

- Do what?

We'll open our place at Southampton. I can

arrange for all the necessary legal details.

You can do all the shopping required:

Dresses and all the gadgets that go with them.

We'll have a glorious summer.

I'll send the limousine out next week...

- For what?

- For that lovely child in the painting.

Now, Edward, game or no game,

you sound to me a little tetched in the head.

I've gone mad, Aunt Genevieve.

Delightfully mad.

- I think I will send for that doctor.

- I should if I were you.

And before the doctor arrives,

let me be the first to congratulate you.

- Congratulate me? For what?

- My dear, you're about to become a mother.

- Bye, Mrs Denham.

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

- Bye, Mrs Higgins.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs Higgins.

- All right, Mister.

- Very good, Miss.

Goodbye, Jeanie. Goodbye, Betsy.

- Bye.

- Bye.

(horn beeps)

Henrietta, what are you blubbering about?

I can't help it. I'm so happy.

There's no need to be sentimental.

What are you crying for?

Why shouldn't I? Why can't I be happy too?

Mrs Higgins said that

now we're going to live in high society

we must always remember to be grand ladies.

Oh, I won't forget.

My word!

Will you tell Mr Morgan

that Miss Blair and her sister are here?

Hello, Mister.

Elizabeth.

Am I to understand that the livestock

are also calling on Mr Morgan?

- They are.

- My word!

- A Miss Blair and her sister to see you, sir.

- Aunt Genevieve, they're here.

Hello.

Curly!

Well, where in the world

did the menagerie come from?

- They were right behind us all the time.

- Right behind you?

Yes, sir, in the back seat.

Aunt Genevieve, meet our new family.

- Mary, Elizabeth, this is Aunt Genevieve.

- My dears, I'm very glad to see you both.

- Won't you come in?

- Hello.

Hello!

Oh, Reynolds, will you see to it that our

other guests are comfortably taken care of?

You mean the, uh... livestock, sir?

Right.

Butling to a pony and a duck!

Now, no nonsense now.

I say, do you understand

what I'm saying to you?

My word!

- How do you like your new home?

- It's wonderful.

- Would you like to look round?

- Mm-hm.

But first I would like to see where

Spunky and Betsy are going to sleep.

Oh, no, Edward.

Elizabeth must rest before dinner.

- Come now, Aunt...

- Mr Jones has given strict orders.

Mr Jones insists that Elizabeth and Mary

have only the best of care.

- I see. Well, we can't argue with Mr Jones.

- That's what I thought.

All right, then, Mr Jones wins.

But I'll see you all at dinner, hm?

Come, dear.

Breakfast at eight. Luncheon at one.

Dinner at seven.

My word!

I think this will help you, Miss.

Allow me.

Now I'm just like a grown-up.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you, Miss.

Why, I didn't do anything.

- Yes, Miss?

- Wouldn't you like to sit down too?

Well...

- (Edward) Coffee on the terrace, Reynolds.

- Very good, sir.

Could I say something

to Mr Reynolds, privately?

I think it could be arranged.

But don't stay too long.

I won't.

I want to thank you for a very nice dinner, sir.

Thank you, Miss.

You wish for something else, Miss?

What is it, Miss?

Couldn't you come down here

so I could talk to you?

(laughing) Oh, my word, you are a package!

Will you be my friend?

Whenever I do anything wrong at the table,

will you always stop me?

I will indeed, Miss.

- Promise?

- I do, Miss.

I'll always attempt to serve you

as if... as if you were a princess.

A princess? My, you are nice.

- Happy?

- I didn't know such happiness existed.

Promise to let me know

if Mr Jones can do more for you?

He couldn't do anything more.

- But you could do me a great favour.

- Done. What?

Tell me all about Mr Jones.

Not knowing him or even what he looks like

makes him seem such a strange person.

He is a strange sort of person, Mary.

Very strange.

Perhaps I can best explain him to you if I tell

you what he said just before you came here.

Do tell me.

He told me that all of his life

he's had a hunger in his heart.

A hunger to love and be loved

just for himself.

Said he'd travelled all over the world

- Europe, Egypt, the Orient -

he'd searched everywhere for a simple

sort of happiness and companionship.

- He never found it?

- Not real happiness.

He will find it someday. He must.

Maybe you're right, Mary.

Happiness may come to Jones, and soon.

Just before he sailed for Europe, he said that,

at last, there was... hope in his heart.

I wish I could thank him for all he's done.

Tell him how grateful I am for all

the happiness he's brought to Curly and me.

Just knowing that you and Curly have

found happiness here, that'll make him happy.

I can promise you that.

This is not a dream, is it?

No, darling. Come to bed now.

- Good night. Did you say your prayers?

- Mm-hm.

- Mary?

- Yes, dear?

My pyjamas feel awfully nice.

What are they made of, Mary?

- Silk.

- Silk?

Oh, my goodness!

Good night, dear.

Good night.

Mary.

Uncle Edward said that Mr Jones was

going to send you to a music school.

Uh-huh.

And he said that he was going to give me

a pony cart and lots of pretty dresses.

I know, dear. It's all so wonderful,

I can hardly believe it.

But we mustn't talk about it any more tonight.

It's time to go to sleep. Good night.

Good night.

Mary... is Mr Hiram Jones a very rich man?

He must be, darling.

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