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- Julie what?

- Julie Andre.

- But, uh, for a young woman to spend her

life here- Oh! - Oh, but she's so attractive.

- Surely there must be some young man who-

- Oh, yes.

There is the widow farmer

who needs a wife.

He sells us our eggs every week and lately has

been giving us an extra dozen free of charge.

I am very, very nervous. You know, we need

the eggs for the children, and yet-Aah!

- Handkerchiefs too, huh?

- Oh-ho-ho, you have noticed our ginghams.

A little while back we were notified we were

going to receive 2,000 yards of cloth.

Oh, monsieur,

we were so excited!

And then it came.

All blue and white

checkered.

Oh, sometimes I wish charity

would not be so mechanical, so cold, so-

- So all blue and white.

- Precisely.

Oh, the car is waiting, monsieur.

- After all, that's what I came for, isn't it?

- Yes, but this car...

is not very obedient.

You better think twice before you even get into it.

Hi, Alec!

Stop making noises like an ambassador,

"Alex," and answer the question.

How do I go about

adopting a French orphan?

Now, look, Jerv. You stumbled

into some orphanage.

You're tired. You've been cooped up with

the same people for a couple of weeks now.

All of a sudden you see

the bright, shining faces...

of these unwanted children,

and you catch on fire.

Next thing I know, you arrive here

in a beat-up old jalopy...

- you bang into my Cadillac-

- That's the only way I could stop.

I told you that before.

The car had no brakes.

Now, let's get to it.

What red tape do we have to cut?

Jervis, even you cannot go leaping about

from country to country adopting orphans.

I am not leaping about.

It's only one country and one orphan.

Will you please stop stalling

and get started?

- All right, Jervis, we can try.

- Try? Don't give me that.

- Any time the American ambassador can't-

- Okay, okay.

Now, what's the name

of the orphanage?

Uh, Jeanne d'Arc,

right outside Soissons.

- And the child's name?

- Julie Andre.

A-N-D-R-E.

- Do you know how old she is?

- Yes. Eighteen.

- Let's have another martini.

- Oh, Alec.

- Oh, Jervis!

- Now, if you're gonna take that attitude...

- we won't get anyplace.

- Mm-hmm.

Tell me, has she

got a friend?

This girl has

a gift for life.

I want to send her to America.

I want to educate her.

You can't adopt an 18-year-old girl.

You can't ask me-

They have a name for what

you're asking me to do.

That is narrow-minded,

bigoted and evil.

Jervis, have you any idea how easy it is to lose

a job at the State Department these days?

- But my motives are as pure as-

- Just a moment, Jervis. I, uh-

I think the ambassador fears

that if the press hear about this...

they might conceivably place

a different interpretation...

upon your motives,

however pure in fact they may be.

- Thank you, Griggs.

- Yeah.

Mm-hmm, fair point.

Uh, I have it.

The entire thing

can be done anonymously...

uh, like

a scholarship fund.

There'll be absolutely no contact

between the girl and myself.

She won't even know who I am.

The Pendleton Foundation...

gives lots of scholarships

to American boys and girls.

Why not to this girl?

Why not?

- I don't know why not.

- Well?

But, of course, you're not really

adopting her in this case...

- you're merely sponsoring her.

- Right.

But you want to send her to college.

How do we know she'll qualify?

Qualify. Um-

I'm on the board of trustees...

of, uh, some institution

of learning for young ladies.

- W-W-Which one is it, Griggs?

- Walston College in Massachusetts.

What makes you think

they'll take her?

Uh, what was our

contribution last year?

Sizable.

She is now

an enrolled member...

of the freshman class

of Walston College in Massachusetts.

Here, start writing.

Now, uh, where were we?

"Eighteen years old."

Julie! Everything is true!

Everything is happening!

Look, here is a letter

from the American ambassador.

Your name, Julie Andre.

You-You are going

to America to college.

- How do I go?

- By airplane. Everything has been arranged.

Traveling expenses,

college, clothes to wear.

- And the food too?

- Food, everything that you desire.

- Hamburger?

- Hamburger!

- Ice cream?

- Three times a day!

Oh! Oh la la la la.!

I will send some back

to the children and...

- pictures of Indians a-and cowboys and so.

- Oh!

Maybe where you are going there won't be

any cowboys. Indians maybe, but not cowboys.

Oh la la, m-madame.

Is not possible. Is- Is like a dream.

Is- Is-

Is too-

Who is it that would do that for me?

What's his name? Where is he?

Oh, I cannot tell you his name.

He doesn't wish you to know it.

He-Why- How-

I want to thank him!

He doesn't want any thanks!

He doesn't want any gratitude.

His only wish is that

you write him once a month...

just like he would

be your father...

and tell him the progress

you are making in school.

And, uh,

this is the address:

"Mr. John Smith...

Post Office Box 3642,

New York City."

It's all written out here. Of course,

Mr. John Smith is not his real name.

Oh la la, madame.

- It- It has really happened, eh?

- Mm-hmm.

- Is really true?

- Everything is true.

Go on, Julie.

You go to sleep...

and say a nice

prayer of thanks, huh?

- O-Oh, oh!

- Merci, madame.

- Oh, how beautiful it is!

- It is an American automobile.

- No, no, it is Italian.

- It is not. It's a Cadillac.

- We saw one in the cinema.

- Shh! Kids, what are you doing there?

There is an American automobile with a man.

He has been talking to Emile.

Where? Let me see.

Oh, zut.!

- Did you see him? Did you see his face?

- Yes, I saw him.

You did?

What did he look like?

- Was he old?

- Oh, yes, very old.

- How old?

- Older than him.

Oh! Did you see his hair?

What kind of hair did he have?

- No hair.

- Bald?

- Maybe. He wore a hat.

- We saw only a shadow.

He was very thin and very tall.

Very long legs.

- Comme un faucheux.

- Un faucheux?

Yes, a faucheux.

A daddy longlegs.

Oh, a daddy longlegs!

Yes, a daddy longlegs!

Shh. Now, off to bed,

quickly. Be very quiet.

Don't wake up the others.

Daddy Longlegs.

Papa faucheux.

Daddy Longlegs

Daddy Longlegs

Pretty please make

My little dream come true

Daddy Longlegs

If Cinderella's godmama

Could make her

coach and four

I'm sure a real-live godpapa

Could do

a whole lot more

Make me pretty

Make me witty

Make mejust as nice

As a girl can be

Don't know how

I'll find a way

But I'll pay you

back someday

Daddy Longlegs

Wait and see

Julie, Julie.

Daddy Longlegs

Wait and see

That'll be

a dollar and a half.

Keep the change, please.

Thank you.

- Hi!

- Hi!

Through those portals, sister.

See ya.

See ya.

- Hi!

- Hi there.

- Hi.

- Hi!

Frosh?

- Pardon?

- Freshman. Are you a freshman?

Oui. Uh, yes.

I'm a freshman.

Well, you must be our

French girl, Julie Andre.

Oh. You know

about me, huh?

Yes, I have a list of everybody

and where they come from.

I'm Pat Whithers, senior.

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