First Love Page #9

There's only one more thing

we gotta do! Find Connie

and bring her back here!

Everybody understand that?

This is your station, miss.

Thank you.

[Brakes Squealing]

[Cane Raps On Window]

Oh, Miss Wiggins.

Did you get my telegram?

No, I meet all the trains.

That's all I have to do.

Did I get your telegram?

Get those bags over here.

It's so quiet

and restful here.

Going through that stage, eh?

Cities are

such noisy places.

They're not dull

and full of squealing girls.

Are you surprised

that I'm back?

Nope.

You must be.

All right then, I will be.

I'm surprised. Feel better?

I wanna teach music.

Most of them

want to be missionaries.

Who?

Never mind. Go on.

You want to teach.

Yes, but I'll have to

have more training.

I hope so.

I'd like to get

a scholarship at the Teacher's

Conservatory of Music.

Um-hmm.

I suppose it's only fair

that I tell you...

why I've made this decision,

Miss Wiggins.

Practice that little speech

on the way up?

Why... I guess I did.

What's that?

I guess I did.

Never mind the rest.

I know the important part.

Your heart's broken,

your faith's gone,

you want to be independent...

Who told you?

About 40 old maids I know.

It happened to them too.

Make it 41.

I'd forgotten myself.

This is so...

Oh, you don't want

to hear about it.

Oh, go on,

get it off your chest.

Might make you feel better,

and it won't make me

feel any worse.

First, you'll be

a junior instructor.

You'll get paid half as much

as you need to live on,

if you call it living.

You'll wear last year's hats,

two-year-old dresses

and patched up shoes.

But it won't make much

difference how you look

'cause there won't be...

anybody lookin' at you,

except a lot

of so-called students.

I'll have my work.

You'll have that.

Later on by scrimping

you'll have money to travel on...

third class and alone,

or with another teacher.

I like to be alone.

You don't even know

what the word means, child!

My pupils will love me, I hope,

as much as they love you.

I'm a character, a crotchety,

loveable old character.

I hate being a character.

Do you like cats?

- No, not much.

- Huh. You'll get

to love them.

They've got sense.

They're like men:

Feed them, pet them and

admire them and they'll purr.

Every woman

wants to make somebody purr.

You want to lock yourself up

in a world of women, a little

world, a sheltered world.

A useless, polite

frightened world.

Miss Wiggins, I'm not a child.

I know what I want to do.

Work and support myself

and not depend on other people

for happiness or anything else.

All right.

Where's your diploma?

I'll have to sent it along

with the application

for the scholarship.

It's right here.

There's a teacher's powwow

here on the sixth.

They'll be here

from all over the state.

We'll have to line up

some votes for you

while they're on the ground.

Here's a list of credits.

Hmm, pretty slipper.

The other one, I suppose,

is the one Mr. Blake had.

Mr. Drake.

What you keeping it for?

I just happened to pack it.

To have something to cry into

30 years from now?

Get rid of it.

You'll sing at that meeting,

show them a sample

of what you know

about music,

have them make up

their minds right away.

Thank you.

That'll be marvelous.

It'll be terrible, but I'll do it.

You'll get a new dress for it.

I'll have the girls go to

the auditorium so you'll

have an audience...

and you'll sing something

that will be effective.

The Spring Song.

No, not the Spring Song.

One fine day.

"Butterfly" by Puccini.

Know it?

Yes.

We have to work on it.

That'll make 'em all cry.

All the old maids

will sniffle.

You know, "One fine day

he'll come back to me."

Oh, but l...

I'd rather... l...

Rather what?

Couldn't I sing

something else?

Why?

I don't think it's a good idea

to make them sad.

Make you sad

to sing it?

No, no, not me.

You just said it'd

make them cry.

Old maids are

only happy when they cry.

You'll find that out.

[Knock At Door]

Miss Wiggins, we just heard

that Connie was... Oh!

Hello, Connie!

When did you get back?

[Chattering]

Go along, all of you,

and stop chattering.

[Chattering Continues]

Why didn't you go

with Connie?

I don't know her.

I came in to see

if you would mark the cuts

in this orchestration for me.

Irene told me to do it...

I'll fix it.

You will?

Thanks a lot, Miss Wiggins!

Good-bye!

I said I'll fix it,

didn't I?

[Skipped item nr. 1189]

Weeping and why

And why

On his face

you are looking

Hear me

One fine day

we'll notice

A thread of smoke arising

On the sea

In the far horizon

And then

The ship appearing

Then the trim white vessel

Glides

Into the harbor

Thunders forth her cannon

See you

Now he is coming

I do not go to meet him

Not I

I stay upon the brow

of the hillock

And wait there

And wait

for a long time

But never weary

Of the long waiting

From out the crowded city

[Whispers]

Miss Wiggins.

There is coming

A little, little speck

in the distance

Climbing the hillock

Can you guess

who it is

And when he's reached

the summit

Can you guess

what he'll say

He will call

Butterfly from the distance

I, without answering, hold

myself quietly concealed

A bit to tease him

And a bit

So as not to die

At our first meeting

And then a little troubled

he will call

He will call

Dear baby wife of mine

Dear little orange blossom

The names

he used to call me

When he came here

This will all come to pass

as I tell you

Banish your idle fears

For he shall return

He shall

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