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I've never been so happy.

I'm falling more in love

with him every day.

But it can't go on.

For heaven's sake, why not?

I've got to tell him, you know,

about Jim.

Now, don't be a fool.

That's the one sure way of losing him.

I know. But I won't feel

right unless I tell him.

You'll probably feel worse if you do.

Think it over carefully.

Well, I guess I'm just a modern girl

with an old-fashioned conscience.

Press this for me?

Hm?

Bye.

Well, here we are.

And just in time.

There you are.

Let go!

Hm-hmm.

I want to turn on the light.

Keep me with you. I'm afraid of the dark.

Alright.

Still scared?

Hm-hmm.

Still scared?

A little.

Should we have some music?

Pick a station.

...as a baby swallows the

pill thinking it's candy.

Still scared?

Now a little fire and everything's set.

I think your feet are wet.

No, they're not.

They might be.

I didn't step in a puddle.

Well, let's see.

Are they warm now?

Hm-hmm.

Ow!

What's wrong?

Better get a shoehorn.

Here we are.

There we are.

An inventor as well as a writer.

You know, Blake.

Let Dr. Blake read your palm.

You'll live.

I wonder when I'm with you.

I'm the one who's just begun to live.

I wish I'd met you years ago.

I wish you had.

You didn't have as much fun today.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Aren't you going to autograph

one of your books for me?

Right now.

Wait a minute!

Don't peek.

Tony.

Hm?

Do you believe in everything in that book?

Of course not.

But you said you were

the central character.

Wouldn't you do as he did?

Well, I try to.

You see, he's me. Idealized, of course.

That's beautiful, Tony.

So you love me more each hour.

Until you're a hundred.

After that I may start chasing around.

I'll always treasure this.

I'll dedicate the next one to you.

I'd love to write it in Paris...

now...

if I had a wife to go with me.

Sort of a satirist critic.

I have an idea for your new novel.

Really?

Yes.

You should call it "Love and Kisses."

And you could point out the

difference between love

and just kisses.

Hey, that's not bad.

Suppose by way of plot...

a girl who's had an affair with one man

falls in love with another.

Should she tell him?

That all depends on the man.

Supposing you were like the

character in your book?

Oh, I see. Well...

it might be better for her to tell him

than to let him find out for himself.

That's what I thought...

On the other hand it might be wise for her

to say nothing.

What a man doesn't know won't hurt him.

I guess if everybody told the truth,

nobody would marry anybody.

Then honesty isn't the best policy.

Rarely.

The modern baby face looks up

at the chump she's going to marry and says:

"You're the only one I ever loved."

and the big sap says, "Yeah?"

And they live happily ever after.

Oh, I don't know.

It's hard to say what a girl should do

who's faced with that situation.

But I am, Tony.

You're what?

Faced with that situation.

Did you love him?

Tell me.

If you loved him, I'll die.

I only thought I did.

Don't you see, I had to think I did.

I don't want to know anything about him.

I don't even want to know who he is.

Just promise me you'll never see him again.

Have no fear of that.

Gerry...

I have a confession to make.

Once I...

went out with a girl.

That makes us even.

Oh, Tony!

In spite of my great

mistake, will you marry me?

I'd like to see anything stop me.

Oh, sweetheart...

I'd better go.

Oh, why? It's raining.

No, it isn't. It's stopped.

And my... and my sister comes in tomorrow.

And I have to meet her.

And besides, I have some letters to write.

Those aren't reasons.

Well, they'll do. Goodbye.

Wait, I'll go with you.

I forgot my book.

Tony.

You didn't change what you

had written, did you?

Yes, a little.

Oh...

I want it.

Give it to me.

Give it to me, please.

Well, hello, miss Joan.

Hello, Helga.

Oh, Joan. Oh, and you don't

know how good it looks to me.

I'm so happy.

I'm going to help unpack your things.

Okay.

Oh, Aunt Kate, New York is

so different from Paris.

Your trunks will be here in about an hour.

Gee, it's great to see you, baby.

Hey, what's the matter?

Please, Buster. I have to

unpack and everything.

Aren't you glad to see me?

Of course I'm glad to see you.

But...

But what?

Quit being so young.

I'm a year older than you are.

Well, then act it.

It was rather silly to think that things would

be the same between us after two years.

You're kidding.

Why aren't you coming?

It was nice of you to

want to give me a party.

But you really shouldn't do it.

Aunt Gerry, help me out.

She's giving me the chills.

Says she doesn't want to go to my party.

What's the matter? Won't you go?

There you are, my lad.

From now on it's up to you.

See you about seven-thirty?

Alright.

And you and Tony?

And you too, Mrs. Brown.

I can't get over it. The way you've grown.

It was only yesterday I

was looking at these.

Look.

There you are, before going to Paris.

Before and after.

What the well-dressed baby used to wear.

That reminds me.

I promised to look after you.

Sometimes I worried about you being

out of my sight for so long.

You didn't have to.

I couldn't help it.

I hope we have as much fun here

as we had in Oklahoma.

Do you remember the night

you went out with Stu Gordell?

He came in in a car that

just chugged along.

And he made you get out and walk.

And even at that I beat him home.

What's that?

I was wondering if you remembered.

Of course I do.

Don't tell me.

Don't tell me.

I need you now so keep your vow...

That's the last part of it.

I remember it. It's the SOS.

When you had a beau of the ball

and he'd get too "beau-ish"

you'd sing this, which was my signal

to come in and say...

'Geraldine, bedtime.'

You saved my life many times.

Start over.

If you can hear me calling, dear

Come to me, come to me

My life, my love, my all.

Come on, sing.

From near or far wherever you are

come to me, come to me

in answer to my call.

Somewhere on a hill

there's a whippoorwill

calling with me as the shadows fall.

I need you now so keep your vow

Come to me, come to me

My life...

my love...

My all.

You'll never hear me calling, dear...

when he's here.

Oh, he's good looking.

Who is he?

Anthony Blake, the novelist.

And your future brother-in-law.

No!

Yes, it's terrific.

You'll meet him tonight.

Oh, you, you poor darling.

You've been in the convent so long

I suppose you forgot what boys look like.

I have. All except one.

He hasn't forgotten you either.

I don't mean Buster.

No?

No, this one I met in Paris.

I think you know him, too.

Who is he?

Jim Woodward.

Don't you know him?

Yes, I'm trying to place him.

He said you might not remember him.

Oh, Gerry, he wears the cutest clothes,

says the most adorable things...

and dances divinely.

If you ever met him you'd remember him.

I remember him...

vaguely.

Well... I suppose you want a manicure

and a wave for tonight.

I'll go with you. I need one, too.

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