Summer Magic Page #3

# Winter dreams

# Come true

# Oh, what magic

# What wonderful magic

# Summertime

# Can do #

Whoa! Whoa!

- Slow it down!

- Look out with that fool contraption!

- Slow it down!

- I can't!

Watch out!

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Digby.

Forget it. She was about to blow anyway.

Lallie Joy, another tire to fix.

- It was my fault. Let me fix it.

- Oh, no.

Digby always lets me fix the flat tires.

But if I'm gonna take over your job

I'd better learn how

in case one blows when she's not around.

Might.

Uh... you can watch.

Mrs. Popham,

I've just been longing to meet you.

I suppose your husband's been too modest

to tell you we all think he's a saint.

Nope. Never dared mention it.

I'm afraid he hides his light

under a bushel.

He hides more than his light

under that bushel.

- There's a whole mess of things...

- What a glorious, quaint little store.

You must just adore working in it.

There's all those things for the house.

Wallpaper, brushes. Paint.

Maybe we shouldn't splash things all

over without Mr. Hamilton's approval.

No need to get permissin

for such puny things.

I told you, he's got deep-seated faith

in my judgment.

Nancy, you'd better give Mrs. Popham

your mother's grocery list.

Take her mind off'n what it's on.

Just a saint.

Now, we know we need

wallpaper and brushes.

And you know those little tools

that you use to scrape off...

I'm the king!

I'm the king! I'm the king!

Can I play?

- We don't play with giris.

- I'm not a girl.

- You got sissy hair.

- It's not sissy in Boston.

Sissy hair! Sissy hair! Sissy hair!

- You wanna fight?

- We don't fight with giris. Beat it!

Ooh! She's mad!

She'll pull your hair!

Hey, let's go swimming!

Last one in's a sissy from Boston!

Fraidy cats!

Come back and fight! Cowards!

Hank. Haircuts for the lot.

Be back to pick 'em up later.

Get down, boys.

Now you're taking over,

here you are, Barney Oldfield.

- Say, thanks.

- Osh, I forgot to buy a stepladder.

Now you're talking like city folk.

Country folks don't buy stepladders.

- They borrow them.

- Oh.

- We forgot Peter!

- I'll see that he gets home all right.

Mr. Popham. Now that you've a spare

minute thrust upon you, I'd like a word.

Mariah, why don't you get back to them

strawberry preserves you're fixing?

Mr. Popham.

Just answer me yes or no.

Have you written to Mr. Hamilton

advising him that you took it on

yourself to rent the yellow house?

I told you I have written to him.

Has he written you?

Mm, no. He's a busy man.

No news is good news.

Besides, he's off in them foreign parts.

Heathens might have ate him.

And you're letting them Careys

tear his house apart.

Redoing, planting.

Young 'uns running all over the place.

Selling 'em wallpaper

for less than it cost you.

That lot never did move.

They got you bewitched and I know why.

You wore out in the people in this town

with your stories

and now you got new ears

to listen to you.

But you'll be bewitcheder

when Mr. Hamilton lands back in Beulah

some fine day and wants his house back.

I'm warning you, Mr. Popham.

If you don't get a letter from him soon,

I'm gonna take matters

into my own hands.

Mariah, your pot's boiling over.

Oh!

What do you mean, I owe you $1.25?

All I know is, I cut five heads.

All I know is, I got four kids.

One, two, three, four.

Maybe so, but I cut five heads.

You trying to tell me

one of my son's got two heads?

I seen and cut five.

Maybe you better get yourself

a pair of spectacles.

I sent four in, and I'm picking up four.

- All right. Forget it.

- Into the wagon, boys.

- How many heads did he cut, Peter?

- Five.

How am I going to get a job in this town

if people think I'm a girl?

Oh, so you're going to look for work.

I'm the only boy in the family

that's not working.

That puts

a different complexion on things.

You see,

you got on a handsome city outfit.

It's too good to work in.

A man hiring you might get the idea

that maybe you wouldn't buckle down.

- Oh, I'll buckle down.

- Why, of course you will.

So... maybe we ought to arrange

for a little swap.

I've been looking for a Buster Brown

suit just about that size.

So if you'd consider swapping it

for a pair of overalls to work in...

- With patches on it?

- Of course with patches. And a shirt.

That's a very, very fine piece of goods.

So, I won't take advantage of you.

Now, suppose that I...

that I give you...

two bits to boot.

- A quarter?

- That's a lot of money.

Hank Champlin has to cut a whole head

of hair before he makes that much.

And he's got six mouths to feed

at his house, too.

Osh, with the two bits to boot,

I can pay him for my fifth head.

Be right back.

Just one ladder in the house. We'll

find something for you to stand on.

Oh, that's all right, Mrs Carey.

Oh, Mother,

if we make the house so beautiful,

suppose Mr. Hamilton

will want it for himself?

Well, the way it looks now,

I don't think he would.

He could suddenly descend upon us.

He could swoop down

like the Yellow Peril.

- Now, do be careful.

- Oh, it's all right.

Ooh... just get it up here.

Don't you think you ought

to have someone to help you?

Mother, any idiot can hang wallpaper.

Oh!

Mother! Mother, come here!

I want to show you something!

Oh!

- Get him out!

- He won't bite! His name's Sam!

Come here, Sam!

I want you to meet Mother!

- Get out!

- Here, Sam!

Ooh! Get him out!

- Here, Sam!

- Oh, my paper!

Don't just stand there!

Try to catch him!

Here, Sam! Come on! Here!

Don't hurt him! Don't hurt my dog!

- Get him out!

- Catch him!

- Stop him!

- Catch him! Catch him!

- Oh, Sam!

- Come here!

Come here, boy!

I'll get him! He minds me!

- See? He loves you, Mother.

- I want that dog out of here.

- His name's Sam.

- Outside.

But I promised this man I'd keep him.

- What man?

- A rich man.

I told him I'd board Sam.

Why, Peter, an enormous thing like that

would eat us out of house and home.

But we're getting paid.

You explained about everybody doing

their share, and Sam's my share.

- I'm getting paid 25 cents.

- A meal?

- A week.

- Oh, no.

I'm sorry, Peter. We can't do it.

You'll have to take him back.

But I can't.

The man's already left town.

Oh, my goodness.

The man's gonna pay me

the next time he sees me.

You mean you didn't get it?

- What happened to your hair?

- I got it cut.

And your eye. You've been in a fight.

- They called me a sissy.

- And where did you get those rags?

These aren't rags.

These are my working clothes.

- Working clothes?

- Ahem. Not to change the subject,

but here's a special delivery letter

for you, Mrs. Carey.

Special delivery?

Thank you.

- Hey, you ought to see me...

- Shh! Special delivery.

Oh.

What is it?

What does it say, Mother?

Julia.

She's coming to stay with us next week.

- Oh, no!

- Oh, please! Not Julia!

Oh!

Best leave these folks to their grief.

Come along, Lallie Joy.

Do I have to have to, Pa?

It's been real interesting here.

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