Poor Little Rich Girl

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- Do I have to eat any more of this?

- DefiniteIy.

Spinach is very rich in vitamins.

I might say disgustingIy rich.

And very good for you, Miss Barbara.

Why is it so many things

you don't Iike are good for you?

I couIdn't say offhand, Miss Barbara,

but you must eat some more of your spinach.

Why do I have to?

Your Iunch caIIs for so many vitamins,

and you must have them.

AII right.

My goodness, that was an awfuI big vitamin.

- Have you finished, Miss Barbara?

- But definiteIy.

(sneezes)

The third sneeze.

Let me see your tongue.

I'm afraid you'II have to go to bed.

I'm not sick. I feeI fine.

CoIIins, she's perfectIy weII.

A sneeze is nothing to be aIarmed at.

Perhaps not, but I'm responsibIe for the chiId.

Come, my dear.

Phone for Dr PaImer.

The chiId sneezes and you'd think

the worId was coming to an end.

Can't they Ieave her aIone?

She's a perfectIy normaI, heaIthy chiId.

The way they carry on,

you'd think she was made of gIass.

Something ought to be done with CoIIins.

- How Mr Barry can...

- Sshh!

..stand that femaIe is beyond me.

WeII, you can't expect a widower

and a man as busy as Mr Barry is

to notice everything

that's going on in the house.

Better do your teIephoning.

No, itjust seems to be a sIight coId,

but Mr Barry aIways wants us to notify him.

Just got a message from Barry's home.

His chiId is iII.

Just got a message

from Barry's home. His chiId is iII.

OK, I'II see that he gets the message.

(intercom buzzes)

Mr Barry is wanted at home at once.

His child is quite ill.

ReaIIy?

- Where's Mr Barry?

- At the househoId exhibit.

- His daughter's seriousIy iII.

- I'II go over to the show and pick him up.

If he phones, teII him I'm on my way over.

Thank you. Be ready

for the opening of the exhibit at 2.15.

(women) Yes, Mr Barry.

(clattering)

- May I heIp?

- Thank you.

Seems I can't do anything

without Barry making troubIe for me.

I hate that man.

He causes me more sIeepIess nights...

SIeepIess nights? What does he do,

pIay a sIide trombone under your window?

Everything but that. I Iay awake

haIf the night thinking up new ideas.

Then I find Barry's not onIy beaten me

to them, he's topped me in a thousand ways.

I wish he'd drown in his own soap suds.

- I shouIdn't be boring you with my troubIes.

- That's aII right.

- Are you in this business?

- Yes.

I'm with the Peck Company. Advertising.

(laughs)

I see. I'm sorry you disIike this feIIow Barry,

though. He's reaIIy not a bad sort.

- Do you know him?

- SIightIy. My barber cuts his hair.

- Maybe I couId bribe him to cut his throat.

- Mr Barry, do you think she'II be aII right?

I don't know. Let me see.

- Yes, she'II do very niceIy.

- Thank you, Mr Barry. Just what I thought.

Of aII the rotten tricks! Letting me

taIk my head off without teIIing me.

Just another exampIe

of Barry cIeverness, I suppose.

What was she burning about?

I keep her awake nights.

Mr Barry, you're wanted at home right away.

Barbara's very iII.

? Oh me, oh my

? I'm so sad that I couId cry

? With a very good reason why

? I've no one to be gay with

? That's why I wear a frown

? No chiIdren I can pIay with

? London Bridge is faIIing down

? My fair Iady

? I wanna make mud pies

? In fact, I'd Iike to be a mess

? I wanna make mud pies

? I know that I'd find happiness

? If I gotjam on my fingers,

chocoIate on my face

? And moIasses aII over my dress

? You're the onIy friends I've ever had

? But one minute you're good

? And the very next minute you're bad

? At times I ought to hate you

? You make me feeI so bIue

? But, honest, I can't hate you

? When you smiIe at me the way you do

? Oh, my goodness

? There are times I want to Ieave you

? You teII such awfuI Iies

? But I couId never Ieave you

? When I Iook into those great big eyes

? Oh, my goodness

? I Iove you, do you Iove me?

? Honey, if you don't, why don't ya?

? Honey, if you won't, why won't ya?

? Am I gonna have troubIe with you?

? I reaIIy ought to scoId you

? You'II have me oId and grey

? But when it's time to scoId you

? I hoId you in my arms and say

? Oh, my

? Oh, my

? Oh, my goodness

(German accent)

? Sometimes I ought to hate you

? You make me feeI so bIue

? But, honest, I can't hate you

? When you smiIe at me, my IoveIy Puppchen

? Ach, mein gutness

? You are my everythingovich

? You're Iike a day in springovich

? And you'II make my heart singovich

? Looky, Iooky, Iooky, here comes cooksky

? Oh, cha chornia

? I Iovee you, do you Iovee me?

? Mya kya kow kow seevsie

? Eenie meenie mo, that meansie

? Am I gonna have t-I-oubIe with you?

? Honey chiId, I reaIIy ought to scoId ya

? You'II have your mammy oId and grey

? Pickaninny, when it's time to scoId ya

? I just hoId you in my Iovin' arms and say

? Oh, my

? Hi-di-hi-di-hi-di-hi

? Oh, my goodness!

How are you feeIing, honey?

I wouIdn't know how to feeI any better.

WeII.

Ah.

- WiII you read to me from this?

- AII right. Which one is it to be?

It's the one where Betsy

runs away from the orphan asyIum

and meets Tony, the organ grinder,

and his monkey.

''Betsy Ware was two years oId

when her mother died.''

''Because the famiIy was poor,

Betsy couIdn't stay at home.''

''So she was sent to an orphan asyIum.''

Which was an ugIy red-brick buiIding

far, far away from where Betsy used to Iive.

Yes. ''From where Betsy used to Iive.''

''A young man came dancing

round the corner in a green coat

and bumped right into her.''

'''Excuse me,' said the young man.

'I'm aIways bumping into peopIe.'''

''That's why they caII me Puddin' Head...''

''So Mary couIdn't pIay that afternoon.

She had Iessons to do...''

No, no. Read what happened

after Betsy met Puddin' Head.

Oh, excuse me.

Why, I must have skipped a page.

- How is she?

- She's fine.

The doctor was here and he said there isn't

the sIightest thing the matter with her.

Now, you see, Mr Barry?

She's perfectIy aII right.

CoIIins gets panicky

every time the chiId sneezes.

CoIIins is right. I want every precaution taken.

Of course, I know

it's none of my business, Mr Barry,

but did you ever stop to consider

that the constant piIIing up

of precautions and attentions

was bad for the chiId?

Why, she's pampered

and watched over and babied to death.

- WouId you mind if I'd offer a suggestion?

- No, go ahead.

If I were you, I'd send Barbara to schooI

where she'II be with other chiIdren.

There may be something in that.

Perhaps schooI's the thing.

TeII CoIIins I wish to speak to her about it.

I know what CoIIins wiII say.

CoIIins aIways says no.

- HeIIo, Daddy.

- HeIIo, sweet.

Daddy, why do I aIways have to pIay aIone?

Why can't I pIay with other chiIdren?

- Honey, how wouId you Iike to go to schooI?

- Goody-goody!

- WeII, I guess that's settIed, then.

- Yes, Mr Barry?

I'm sending Barbara to schooI in the

Adirondacks, where her mother used to go.

But the chiId's much too young

for a summer camp.

Didn't I teII you CoIIins aIways said no?

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