Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Page #8

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Now, madam, if you'll

take the advice of a lawyer...

who's looking out for your interest...

as well as my own client's,

you'll see that this child parks

her things and gets out of here.

He's right, Auntie.

There's nothing we can do about it now.

et y pac, kid. Go on.

I'll help.

I warn you, Harry Kipper.

You better take good care of the child.

Say, didn't I always

treat her right?

Don't worry. I'll handle the kid

like she was my own.

Sure!

Maybe if I work hard, Uncle Harry

will let me come back for the visit.

Of course, darling.

Maybe you and Aunt Miranda

can come to the city and see me too.

You bet we will.

I guess I won't

need these in the city.

Will you save them for me,

for when I come back?

Don't cry, Gwen.

You said you'd come and see me.

I brought you some cookies

to eat on the way.

Thank you, Aunt Miranda.

I'm going to miss your cookies.

And here's a picture of me,

so you won't forget what I look like.

Of course, it isn't a very good likeness.

It was taken 20 years ago.

- I'll never forget you, Aunt Miranda.

- Oh, of course you will.

Please, Aunt Miranda,

I don't want to leave.

Go on, now. Go on.

We haven't got all day.

Here, honey.

They're taking enough time. That kid

must have more clothes than I've got.

- All set, kid?

- Yes.

- Come on.

- Good-bye, Gwen. Good-bye, Aunt Miranda.

So long, folks.

See you in church.

Bye, Aloysius.

I'm going away.

- I sure hate to see you go, Miss Rebecca.

- Oh, I'll be back.

Sure, you will, honey.

And don't forget this.

I won't.

Take good care

of yourself, Rebecca.

I will, Aunt Miranda.

I'm very self-reliant.

Good-bye, darling.

Come on.

- Good morning, Gwen.

- Hello. Is Mr. Kent home?

He'll be right out.

- Well, good morning.

- I hate to be a bother,

but I had to see you.

I was hoping I'd see you

before I went back to New York.

- Gwen, what was wrong last night?

- Oh, I was rude, and I'm sorry.

But that isn't what

I came over here for.

Something terrible happened,

and you've got to help me. Rebecca's gone.

Gone? But how?

What happened?

Her stepfather came back

with a court order.

But he can't take her.

I'm going to put her under contract.

It's too late.

They've already gone to New York!

- Come on and pack. We got to get Rebecca.

- All right.

Baby Bath invites you to the premiere

of a new series of programs...

starring that cheerful little earful,

Little Miss Universe.

Remember, if you want

your child to have a perfect skin...

use Baby Bath, The velvet soap.

To start things off, smiling Frankie Lee

and his Baby Bathers...

bring you that new song sensation,

"Wash Your Troubles Away."

- Here we are, Mr. Purvis.

- Well, we're on our way, Kipper.

You're a lucky man, Mr. Purvis.

If you handle the kid right,

she'll make you a fortune.

You're lucky yourself

with this contract.

We'd feel a lot luckier

if you'd give us a little advance.

If Rebecca clicks tonight as

she did at rehearsal,

you'll get a big, fat check tomorrow.

I still can't understand why you sold her

to me instead of to Kent.

Well, first come,

first serve, Mr. Purvis.

I've been waiting for a long time

to put something over on Tony Kent.

Will he burn when he hears that his Little

Miss America is now my Little Miss Universe.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear me.

- Anything wrong, mister?

- I'm almost a nervous breakdown.

I get this way

before every program.

Oh, are you going on

the radio now?

Well, that's just what makes me

so nervous. I never know.

Then why don't you

ask somebody?

Well, they don't know either.

This is certainly

a funny radio station.

Why, my dear young lady,

there's nothing funny about in.

lim an organist, one of the best,

if I may say so.

- Hamilton Montmarcy.

Perhaps you've heard of me?

- I don't think so.

Well, there you are. Nobody has.

You see, I'm an emergency musician.

But there's never

any emergencies around here.

You mean, people get sick

and can't go on the radio?

Well, that was the idea when they hated me,

but nobody ever gets sick around here.

I've waited 10 months, and

there hasn't been so much as a bad cold.

Don't worry, Mr. Montmarcy.

Somebodyll be sick any day now!

I certainly hope sp.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

- Gwen! Tony!

- Hello, honey.

Darling! Oh!

- Well!

- Purvis, you put over

a fast one, didn't you?

- All's fair, you know, kent.

- I'll give goy &100,000

for Rebecca's contract.

- Ha! Not a chance.

But, Mr. Purvis, this isn't

just a business matter.

It is to me... big business

Little Miss Universe

goes on the air in a minute.

There's a couple of seats

in the auditorium, if you care to listen.

A hundred thousand bucks,

and you had to sell her to Purvis.

- Well, that's that.

- Can't I go back with you and Tony?

I'm afraid not, darling.

- At least not for a little while.

- But I don't wanna stay here.

I know, but you can't always have everything

you want right when you want it.

But we'll get you

back with us someday.

I guess I won't be able

tp sing for you now, Tony.

Mmm. Don't you worry

about that, honey.

Singing for me isn't important anymore.

It's just that we want you with us.

It may take time, so you've got to

be a brave little girl.

- I will, Tony.

- We'll be listening to you,

so do your best.

- Come on, Gwen.

- Good-bye, darling.

All right.

Here's your cue.

And here comes your cheerful little earful,

Little Miss Universe...

bringing you that charming

melody, "Old Straw Hat".

# If I had one wish to make #

#This is the wish...#

Let's try it again.

Please.

# If I had one wi...#

Want to try it again?

- Whats the matter with your voice/

- I can't talk.

- What is the matter?

- Go on and sigh. Go on.

You're getting paid for it.

- Do you want a glswof water?

- I can't talk.

- Go on. Do something.

- What is the matter?

- Sing in there.

- I can't talk.

- Poor baby.

- I'll get a doctor.

Hey. Montmarcy, you're on!

Studio "B".

- I'm on? Oh.

- Yeah.

Oh. Oh. Oh, I'm on.

Oh, dear. I'm on.

Oh. I'll be back in a minute.

I'm on.

Wonderful.

Isn't it marvelous?

How wonderful.

You will now hear an organ recital

by Hamilton Montmarcy.

Oh. Okay.

Because of conditions

beyond our control...

our program will continue

with selected recordings.

- I knew something would go wrong.

- Shut up!

- I can't...

- You shut up too!

If you don't want the licking of your life,

tell me the truth.

- Did Kent put you up to this?

- No. I can't talk.

Kipper, you knew this

when you sold me the kid!

I'll stake my professional integrity

that this is a frame-up.

- Dr. Hill is here.

- Ah! Now we'll know

whether it's a frame-up or not.

- Where's the patient?

- This little girl here.

Well, you look healthy enough to me.

What's wrong with you?

I can't talk.

She claims something

happened to her voice.

And, Doc, if the little brat's stalling,

I'll slather silly.

Mmm, we'll see. Is there

someplace where I can examine her?

You can examine her

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