Love Finds Andy Hardy Page #8

even little girls can see ahead.

l was afraid there might be trouble,

so l wrote Mother. She always understands.

She's the one that sent me

this sensational dress.

She said that just once before

l left Carvel l could be grown-up.

She even sent me a wrap.

That's for the long drive home in the dark...

...even though l'm not Cynthia.

This will be a world's record! l'm gonna go

put on my tuxedo and my opera hat.

Maybe l'll shave!

See that it's parked.

And mind the fenders.

Yes, sir.

Tonight's my big night, Andy.

l hope l don't break my neck.

These heels are two inches high...

...and they're killing me.

l'll tell you about that later, Alan.

This is not like the swell shindigs

in Washington.

There are so many ambassadors,

any time you do a Big Apple...

...you insult half of Europe.

-l think it's grand.

-Well, it's pretty swell.

Do we seem provincial, Dennis, after all

the wonderful parties you've played for?

Of course not. l think the party's charming.

Hope they like our music.

-Hello, Andy. How are you?

-Hello, Gene.

-Hi, Andy. How are you?

-Fine.

-Good evening, Andy. Glad to see you.

-Freddy.

Say, that girl, the one in blue.

l've seen her in New York.

lf you mean that infant trying to look

grown-up, l don't know...

-...but she certainly isn't in good company.

-l'm sure l know her.

Of course. Martha Booth's daughter.

Excuse me a moment.

Pardon me. Aren't you Betsy Booth?

-Why, yes, l am.

-Wait a minute. lf he's trying to get fresh--

l beg your pardon,

but l know Miss Booth.

Your mom brought you

to my father's in New York.

-Who's your father?

-Caldwell Hunt, the composer. l'm Dennis.

Dennis Hunt's Harmonists?

Certainly. You played for me

to sing your signature song.

-We had fun.

-What are you doing out here?

Just visiting.

Help me start the party with a bang.

Come sing.

-This is a dance.

-lt'll be better when Betsy warms it up.

-Come on, Betsy, and sing for us.

-All right. Excuse me, Andy.

Betsy, a lot of my friends are here.

Do you think you've practiced enough?

She'll be a sensation.

l've always wanted you

to hear me sing, Andy.

-l'd love to.

-Swell.

Ladies and gentlemen.

l know it's not Christmas

till midnight...

...but here's a present for

everybody that just has to be opened.

Miss Betsy Booth, daughter of that famous

musical comedy star Martha Booth.

Miss Booth, by special request...

...my own special request...

...will sing for us

''lt Never Rains But What lt Pours.''

Ladies and gentlemen,

as a gesture of our appreciation...

...l suggest Miss Booth

be invited to lead the grand march.

l'll lead with the gentleman

who brought me.

Certainly. Who is he?

Mr. Andrew Hardy.

May l have the honor, Mr. Hardy?

You're doggone tooting you can!

Ladies and gentlemen,

your partners for the grand march.

-l have a splitting headache.

-l'm terribly sorry.

-l'll take you home.

-No, you have to stay.

Carl will take me home.

lt was grand.

What's the matter, Andy?

Wasn't l sensational enough?

You were the most terrific, marvelous,

sensational girl that ever lived.

Well, what's the matter?

l don't know.

l do.

lt's Polly.

We'll pick up your Christmas present

on the way home...

...so you can open it in the morning.

Yes, Andy.

Here you are. Merry Christmas,

and thanks a million for tonight.

l'll bring yours over first thing

in the morning.

No. You've done too much

for me already.

Hello, Betsy.

Hello, Andy.

-Hi.

-Hello.

Well, children.

l was just leaving my presents.

l just brought Betsy in for her present.

Anything happen yet, Dad?

No, no. Still no word from Mother.

Gee.

Well, it's after 1 2:00.

lt's Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you, Marian...

-...Andy, Betsy.

-Merry Christmas, Dad.

-Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas.

A heck of a Christmas this is!

-A telegram.

-l'll get it!

Mom!

Andy, baby!

-Merry Christmas!

-Mother!

-Mom!

-Oh, darling.

Hello, honey.

Why, Emily, how could you--?

What happened?

-Didn't you get my telegram?

-Telegram?

-Did you send one?

-Why, of course.

Mother came through

her crisis with flying colors.

l left Milly in charge and came

home for Christmas by airplane.

What? You, in an airplane

all the way from Brigham at night?

Why, of course. l loved it.

Okay, everybody's crazy.

What was it you said about a telegram?

Oh, James. lsn't that just like me?

l forgot to send it from the airport.

Oh, dear. My fingers are all thumbs.

Here it is.

l wouldn't be surprised if Grandma

isn't sitting up tomorrow.

-Merry Christmas, my dear.

-Yes, sir! lt's a Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, Betsy!

Merry Christmas, Andy! Don't you worry

about Polly. Everything's gonna be just fine.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Hello.

-What do you want?

-l came to wish you a Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

That's not a very nice way to say it.

Andy, l just found out that

Mr. Hunt is Polly's cousin.

Cousin! Yeah?

Oh, well, then l'm glad to know you, bud.

Andy, will you drive me over--

-l didn't know you were busy.

-l'm Dennis Hunt, Polly's cousin.

-l'm Marian Hardy, Andrew's sister.

-Andy seems to be busy right now.

-Let me give you a ride.

-lt's too much trouble.

On the contrary.

lt can be your present to me.

-Oh, Mr. Hunt.

-Come on. Shall we go?

l said some nasty things yesterday.

l'm sorry.

Nothing you ever said meant a thing.

l mean....

Well, l guess l better

go and unpack my presents.

lt was sweet of you to come

talk to me this morning, Betsy.

You mean Betsy squared everything?

Gee, Betsy, you're the swellest girl....

l didn't do anything.

You just had some troubles.

l sure did. Anybody else had my troubles

wouldn't have figured a way out.

Sure. You gotta be smart to get into

as much trouble as Andy does.

Betsy, l'll never be able to

thank you enough for last night...

...the radiator gadget, you wanting

to pawn your coat, Polly--

No, Andy.

l've gotta thank you.

You know what l'm gonna do? Write an

Andy Hardy page in my memory book...

...and read it every day for five years...

...because on account of you

l was grown-up for one night.

Just like Cinderella.

With an evening dress...

...and high heels

and leading a grand march.

You see, Andy, now l know how wonderful

life's gonna be when l'm 1 8.

And you did it all.

Well...

...so long.

-You're not mad at me anymore, Polly?

-Not if you'll tell me one thing.

What's that?

Did you like kissing Cynthia

better than kissing me?

Well...

...it's been so long since l kissed you

that l....

Well, what about Cynthia now?

Cynthia was just one of the errors

of my childhood...

...but you, Polly....

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