Curly Top Page #5

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- Thank you, sir.

Well, good night. Good night

and my best to both of you, always.

Uncle Edward! Uncle Edward!

Time to get up.

(knocking)

Uncle Edward.

Oh, my goodness!

Sleepy head! If you aren't really awake,

I can jump on your stomach again.

Never mind!

- You can't go back to sleep again.

- This is Sunday morning...

Oh, no, Uncle Edward. No, sir!

All right, you win.

- Read me the funny papers?

- Wait a minute.

How about breakfast and Sunday school?

I like Sunday school. Will you take me?

- Yes, siree.

- Give me a ride?

- I'll get your bathrobe and slippers.

- All right.

Yippee!

(? sings a nonsensical song)

All right, that's enough of that.

Now, I want you to tell me everything

you've been doing while I've been away.

I've been in the city for a whole week.

What have you been up to?

- Every day I was wishing that you were here.

- Curly, you flatterer.

- Any special reason you wanted to see me?

- Very special.

- I wanted to talk to you about something.

- All right, here I am. What is it?

Well, I wanted to talk to you

about getting married.

What?! (chuckles)

Curly, whatever put that notion

into your funny little head?

- Please don't laugh, Uncle Edward.

- I'm sorry. I forgot that this was very special.

Now, just what is it you want to know

about getting married?

- Well... what does getting married mean?

- You mean like Jimmie and Mary?

That means they'll have their own home

and always live together.

Mary said that I was going to

live in Jimmie's house.

Does that mean Jimmie's

getting married to me too?

- I'll tell you all about that some other time.

- I don't want to get married to Jimmie.

- Why not?

- I want Mary and me to get married to you.

Curly, you're a designing woman.

Now get up and get out of here.

I've got to get dressed. Do you hear me?

Come on.

Now, breakfast, funnies,

Sunday school and lunch.

- Then I've got a real surprise for you.

- Is it a present?

It wouldn't be a surprise

any more if I told you.

Mary! Mary!

(? "When I Grow Up'')

My word!

(? "When I Grow Up'')

(laughter)

- Look at Aunt Genevieve.

- Edward, how dare you spy on me!

- What's the matter, growing pains?

- Why shouldn't I grow up?

- Please, Uncle Edward, what's my surprise?

- I have two surprises for you, young lady.

- Two?!

- Mm-hm.

Come on, darling.

- Ready for the first one?

- I can hardly wait.

You won't have to wait - not another minute.

You sit right here

and listen very, very carefully.

All right.

(? "Curly Top'')

Whoopee!

- Oh, but you are a bundle ofjoy.

- That was beautiful, dear.

Thank you.

Have you got a present for me too?

Yes, one for you and one for Mary.

- Will you run and tell Mary to come in?

- Mm-hm.

Mary! Mary!

Uncle Edward has a surprise for us.

You might as well admit

that you're in love with Mary.

- Why don't you tell her so?

- Haven't you heard the news?

It so happens that

Mary's engaged to Jimmie.

Have you ever told her that you love her?

Here she is, Uncle Edward.

- Can I have my surprise first?

- Yes, indeed you may.

- Oh, goodie.

- Here you are, young lady.

A string of pearls.

Pearls?

They lookjust like those

little stones on the beach.

- Oh, Elizabeth!

- Do you like them?

I would really rather have

a pair of roller skates.

Well, we'll throw them in for good measure.

I'm sailing for Europe next week.

Before I go, I want to give you an engagement

present and wish you every happiness.

I can't take it.

Why not?

I wasn't really in love with Jimmie.

We're not engaged any more.

I told him last night.

- You aren't going to marry him?

- No.

- Mary, you'd better watch out.

- Watch out?

You might not get married at all.

I asked Uncle Edward to marry us

this morning and he said he wouldn't.

- Oh, Elizabeth, you didn't?

- Oh, yes, I did.

Didn't I ask you to marry us, Uncle Edward?

Oh, Elizabeth!

Mary, wait. I... I want to talk with you.

What's the matter?

They seem kind of excited.

- We'll go abroad and stay a whole year.

- It sounds like heaven.

- We'll make it heaven, darling.

- Look, can't we share our happiness?

- What do you mean?

- With the person who made it possible.

- You mean Mr Jones?

- Yes.

Oh, Mary, you blind little sweetheart.

There never was any Mr Jones.

- You mean that... you're Mr...?

- Mm-hm.

Oh!

Mary, do you mind if Uncle Edward

could come now and read me the funnies?

Oh, my word!

Marisa Castle de Joncaire

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