Dimples Page #2

A big piece or a real big piece?

Give her all the cake

and some of the cookies.

Here you are, dear.

Now tell me, where do you live?

- In the rookery, in Cherry Street.

- The rookery?

Just sort of camping out...

the Depression, you know.

Oh, yes. Good night, my dear.

- Will you come and see me again, soon?

- Yes, ma'am.

I'd like to.

Do you always have chocolate cake?

I will, whenever you come and see me.

Well, come, my little rosebud.

It's passed our bedtime, you know.

Au revoir.

Oh!

- Cicero!

- Yes, sir.

Yes, I wasn't sleepin'.

I was just restin' my eyes.

Well, this is hardly what a gentleman

expects of a gentleman's gentleman.

A flne way you choose to welcome your

master home after the day's commerce.

There should be a blazing fire,

hot punch.

Yes, sure would be nice.

- But...

- I was never without my nightcap.

I never knowed you had

but the one cap, Mr...

I have put up with your

perpetual unconsciousness!

I've overlooked your careless

treatment of my establishment!

But no one can remain

on my domestic staff...

and speak slightingly

of the Appleby wardrobe.

I am known

as the beau of Cherry Street.

As for you, Cicero,

I have come to the conclusion...

that this apartment is not

big enough for both of us.

Uh, maybe we can get

a bigger apartment...

Out of my sight! You're flred!

If there's nothing I can do about it.

Nothing! Nothing! Absolutely nothing,

Cicero. Our paths part.

No, now what time you want me

to be back in the morning?

Oh, I should say 7:45, Cicero,

as usual.

That's all right.

I hope you find your cap.

- Professor.

- What is it, my little apple cheeks?

- Why did you take that clock?

- Clock?

What clock would that be, my sweet?

I remember no clock.

The one you put your hat over.

I saw you.

Why, of course not.

You ought to know that I wouldn't take

a small clock like that.

I mean, I wouldn't take

any clock, large or small.

After all, my dear child,

I'm a musician, not a thief.

All right, Professor.

All I can say is that...

this is a coincidence

that leaves me embarrassed...

and nonplussed.

I wouldn't convict a dog

on circumstantial evidence.

And, yet, it's as broad as it is long.

I admit that, now and then,

I'm tempted...

to pick up some small article

that doesn't belong to me.

But, on the other hand,

I'm just as likely...

to leave something behind

that's mine.

I didn't leave my hat

at Mrs. Drew's, did I?

L... Oh, no.

I have it here.

Well...

Would you like me

to give you a birdcall or two?

Maybe the whippoorwill

at twilight to help you to go to sleep?

No!

Why, child,

back so soon and so early?

- I brought it back.

- Brought what back?

- Your cuckoo clock.

- Why?

What on earth are you doing with this?

I, I... Well, I stole it last night.

- Well!

- It's a funny thing about me.

I'm so wicked. Isn't it awful?

- You stole this?

- Right under your very nose.

I really don't know

what's to become of me, I'm so bad.

Professor says he doesn't know.

He says I'm gonna wind up

in the "pinchitentiary" if not in jail.

Are you sure

someone else didn't take this?

Oh, goodness!

You don't mean the professor, do you?

He wouldn't take it. He's too honest.

He made me bring it back.

Are you, are you going

to have me arrested?

Well... I really believe I should.

But I don't imagine

you're a very hardened criminal.

Come in.

Colonel Loring and Miss Betty

to see you, ma'am.

- The Lorings?

- Yes, ma'am, and the colonel...

is ravin' somethin' awful, Mrs. Drew.

- Well, don't stand there, Rufus.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Tell him I'll be right down.

- Yes, ma'am.

You wait here, darling.

I want to talk to you.

Hey, what did the bluebird say

Well, if it isn't Miss, uh... Miss...

Appleby. Sylvia Dolores Appleby.

They call me Dimples.

Do you like that cuckoo?

Us Applebys know all about birds.

Someday I'll have the professor come

over and do some cuckoo calls for you.

He can cuckoo even better

than the cuckoo can cuckoo.

Mmm, quite a talented family.

Oh, yes.

We Applebys are very talented.

Why, even the professor used to be

the best actor in the world, he says.

I suppose you want to go on stage too.

Someday I'm going to.

I'm going to play Macbeth,

just like the professor did.

Wouldn't you like

to play a younger part?

Say, a little girl like yourself?

Well, maybe...

just to begin with.

I'll tell you what you do.

You have your grandfather take you to

the National Theater to see a friend...

a beautiful young lady.

Here. I'll write her name down for you.

- Is she an actress?

- Yes.

Are you in love with her?

- Why, I...

- I beg your pardon, sir.

- Your aunt wants to see you.

- Thank you, Rufus.

- Well, come along, Dimples.

- Your aunt told me to wait here.

- Allen, maybe you can explain.

- Explain what, Aunt Caroline?

- I want to break our engagement, Allen.

- Oh.

- Is that all you can say?

- I'm sorry it had to happen this way,

but I think Betty is right.

It would be the best thing

for both of us.

But why? I don't understand.

- You see, Aunt Caroline...

- I'll tell you why.

It's common gossip that Allen

has become involved with an actress,

that he spends most of his time

with these low people of the theater.

He's even talking about putting up money

to produce a play for this creature!

I regret that I had

to tell you this, Caroline,

but it's time you knew.

Oh.

Allen, it isn't true

what he said about the actress, is it?

I'm afraid it is, Aunt Caroline.

Of all things, an actress.

Allen, how could you?

You know how I hate the theater

and all that it stands for.

- I love her, and we're to be married.

- Married?

Alan, you can't do it!

I won't let you ruin your life!

My mind is made up, Aunt Caroline.

You're an ungrateful,

disobedient, shameless boy.

And as long as you stay in my house,

I must insist

that you observe my wishes!

In that case, I'll have to look

for another place to stay.

Allen.

I'm sorry, Aunt Caroline.

I'd hoped you'd understand.

If you leave this house,

you need never expect

to come back to it...

as long as I live.

I'll get my things.

Child, are you hurt?

I don't think so.

Nope. I feel dandy.

Oh, well, you frightened me.

Oh, that was nothing.

Once I fell off the roof

of McGuire Saloon.

- Good heavens! Were you hurt?

- No.

- I fell on Mrs. O'Casey.

- Mrs. O'Casey?

Yes. She's fat and very soft.

Once I was leaning out of a hayloft,

and Skinny waved to me and...

What? You're crying.

Oh, no, child.

Is it because he's going away?

Yes. I'm going to miss him.

He was all I had.

Now he's leaving me.

Sometimes I wonder if men

are worth all the trouble they give us.

Hello, Mrs. O'Casey!

Hello! Hello, Dimples!

How are you, Mrs. O'Casey?

How's Mr. O'Casey?

That's Mrs. O'Casey.

She's the lady I fell on.

- Hello, Skinny!

- Hello, Dimples!

He's not really skinny.

We just call him that.

- Won't you sit down, Mrs. Drew?

- Thank you.

And Cicero. Cicero!

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