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What kept you?

Oh, no.

My, it's a brisk day, isn't it?

It's lovely.

I believe this is our first walk together.

Oh, is it?

Do you like walking fast?

Oh, yes. You set the pace.

I think I can keep up with you.

Say, what's the rush?

We going to a fire or something?

Your dog is going home.

Don't you think you should look after him?

Why worry about him?

He's smarter than we are.

Miss Winfield, keep your head up

and breathe through your nose.

Is that how it's done?

Hubert, I really enjoyed that little Walk,

didn't you?

Won't you come in?

No, I think I'd better go home.

Home? What's the matter?

You tired or something?

Come on!

Let's go around the block again, huh?

Would you like to, Hubert?

- Good night.

- Good night.

Middle-sized.

You're an angel.

One, two, three. Waltz, two, three.

One, two, three. Waltz, two, three.

Dip, two, three. Dip, two, three.

Dip, two, three. Dip, two, three.

One, two, glide. One, two, glide.

One, two, glide. One, two, glide.

One, two, three. Waltz, two, three.

One, two, three. Waltz, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two...

My dear Mr. Winfield,

young gentlemen in society

do not scratch their backs

when they are dancing with a young lady.

Nobody else is itching. I do not itch.

I cannot continue with the dance

if you must itch.

In heaven's name,

why must you always itch?

Piano, please.

Now, everybody,

take a deep breath. Inhale.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Class dismissed.

- Come on, Marjorie.

- Wesley, you hurry on home now.

Why? Aren't you coming?

Wesley, I have to stay here and talk

to Professor Barson about something.

Again?

Now, you go on. I'll be home later.

Professor, I'm all ready now.

Marjie, you must love that boy very much

to come here every Friday for a month

to dance with an old man.

- Am I doing any better?

- Much better.

- Well, what's left for today?

- The turkey trot!

The turkey trot.

Such a dance I don't blame you

for wanting to learn in secret.

Better I teach you a beautiful

schottische or Viennese waltz.

But, Professor, nobody waltzes anymore.

And if I'm asking a young man

to come all the way from college

to take me to the charity ball,

I want to be sure that I can dance

whatever the orchestra plays.

Such dances they play now.

The grizzly bear! The bunny hug!

The kangaroo dip!

Am I a dance teacher or an animal trainer?

Oh, all right!

Adolf, you should excuse the expression,

the turkey trot.

You start with your right foot.

Glide.

Glide.

Yay, Marjorie! One, two, three, glide.

One, two, three, glide.

Old Marjie can't find no dancing partner.

Come on, hit her.

Yay, Marjorie! One, two, three, glide.

One, two, three, glide.

My leg. Oh, my leg.

But, Marjorie,

you haven't given me one sensible reason.

Quiet, fellas. Long distance.

But why don't you want me to come?

You're not going with anybody else,

are you?

Oh, no, William.

It's just that I don't feel like dancing

with anyone

while all of Europe is in flames.

W/1at's Europe got to do with us?

Anyway, it's a charity ball.

It's for war relief,

so you don't have to feel guilty.

I'll be there Christmas Eve.

Gosh, Marjorie,

after all the trouble I went to

to square things with your father.

But I just don't think it's right, William,

with poor little Belgium and all, and...

So you might as well stay where you are,

because I'm not going to dance

with anybody. Goodbye.

- Give me your arm.

- Will you please hold still?

- Now, where's his head?

- Give me your arm.

- You're not trying, Wesley.

- I am!

Will you please hold still

and put your arm through here?

Tie it up nice and tight, Marjie.

Just wait one second.

It's going to belong enough.

Hey, you're choking me.

I will in a minute if you don't hold still.

Now, turn around for Mother.

What are you trying to do?

Stab a person to death?

Just stand still, Wesley.

Well, hurry up.

I want to go to the picture show.

You wait until we get this fitted,

and then you can take it off

and go to your picture show.

What kind of thing you got on me?

Exactly what all the other children

in Hubert Wakely's group of

little Christmas carolers will be wearing.

Well, let old Wakely stand out in the snow

and sing Christmas carols, not me.

- Here's Mr. Wesley's wings.

- Oh, they're fine, Stella.

Yeah. Careful, the gluing's still wet.

Look. They just fit.

There.

Now, hold real still.

I don't know.

Seems almost a sacrilege,

dressing Wesley as an angel.

Somehow, I think he'd look more natural

with horns and a tail.

Stella. He looks wonderful in this.

There's something

almost spiritual about him.

Oh, it is. it's a beautiful costume.

Look, Mother.

You'd never know it was our Wesley.

Darling, you're the picture

of angelic beauty.

Come on. Take a look at yourself.

Marjorie's old petticoat!

You've got me in Marjorie's old petticoat!

No one will recognize...

Well, everybody in town will know

it's Marjorie's old petticoat.

- You can't make me wear it.

- Oh, Wesley.

Stop yelling, "Marjorie's old petticoat."

Do you want all the neighbors to hear it?

Marjorie's old petticoat! I won't wear it!

- Wait. Your wings!

- Grab him.

Close the door.

- Throw some water on him! Get him!

- I'll get him. I'll get him.

- I'll get him! I'll get him! I got him!

- No!

I wouldn't be an angel if you kill me.

Wesley, you've broken your wings.

Stella, see if you can find his halo.

Halo? How about a straightjacket?

Now do you know the difference between

a proper and an improper fraction?

Sometimes.

Wesley, if you don't pay attention,

you'll never learn.

Wesley Winfield,

you come down here this instant.

You hear me?

Come down here. Come down here right...

If you don't come down, I'll get you down.

Wesley! Wesley. Wesley Winfield.

Wesley. Wesley Winfield.

Wesley Winfield!

Oh, my goodness. Can't you keep still

for a minute, you old crow?

What did you say?

What did you say?

What did I say?

You know very well what you said.

Now, stand up.

March.

Wesley, what excuse do you have to offer

before I report your case to the principal?

Well, I was just thinking.

That won't do, Wesley Winfield.

If that is your only excuse,

I shall report your case this instant.

- Now, come with me.

- Well, I have got an excuse.

Well, what is it?

Well, it's 'cause

I didn't get any sleep last night.

Were you ill?

No, ma'am. It wasn't illness.

It was lots worse than being sick.

- It was... It was just awful.

- What was?

- It's about Father.

- Your father?

And Mother,

but the trouble was mainly Father.

Now, Wesley, I've never heard

any such rumors about your family.

I've heard them about plenty of others,

but, well, your father has always

struck me as a quiet and charming man.

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