Summer Magic Page #4

Yes, come along.

See you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Osh.

And thanks for everything.

And I want you two

out of those dying gladiator attitudes.

Julia is your cousin, and a Carey. And

I don't want you to forget that, ever.

- Forget it?

- Nancy.

Try to realize that Julia's story

is rather a sad one.

She never even knew her mother.

And after her dear father died,

the Fergusons very kindly took her in

and raised her.

Kindly took her in?

George Ferguson had a guilty conscience.

He knew those stocks he sold her father

were as worthless as ours.

She's the Fergusons' responsibility.

Why dump her on us?

Because now George writes

he can't keep her.

Another unfortunate investment.

Mm.

But there is one thing we're going

to do. We're going to welcome her.

Really welcome her.

As a cousin, and as a young girl

who has no other home to go to.

Well, we didn't really have a home

for a while either.

But we didn't go around begging

all our old relatives to take us in.

Have you both forgotten?

We had each other.

Julia doesn't know any of this

and it would kill her if she found out.

So not one word out of either of you.

All right, Mother.

The more the hungrier.

- Find some place for that dog to sleep.

- There's room on my bed.

Outside.

Julia!

Well, I'll be nice to her

for Mother's sake, but Julia's a pill.

Complete.

And she does think

she's the pink of perfection.

# She's the pink of perfection

# From her prissy pink nose

to her custard complexion

# And eleven pink toes

# With a chin like a prune

# She's a dainty baboon

# And she thinks

she's the pink of perfection

# She's the pink of perfection

# Made of skimmed milk and rice

# She's a witch's confection

# Makes your blood turn to ice

# Like a stale Charlotte Russe

# With the charm of a moose

# And she thinks

she's the pink of perfection

# Never walked there a creature

# With features so fair

# Like a Lillian Russell...

# Without any hair

# She's a princess presiding

in diaphanous gowns

# With a face and a figure

that's the envy of clowns

# She's a knock-kneed gazelle

# With a voice like a bell

# And she thinks

she's the pink of perfection #

Gee, I can't wait to see her.

Here, Sam. Come on, boy. Come on.

Come on, boy. Come on. Come on, boy.

Here, Sam. Come on, boy.

Quiet, boy! Quiet!

You're not supposed to be in here.

But if you get out early in the morning

and don't come in nights

till my light goes out,

you can always sleep with me.

Go to sleep now.

What a charming place, I don't think.

- What's wrong with it?

- Why, everything!

If one must have Maine,

why not Bar Harbor?

This place is truly primitive.

- Sure is.

- Practically unsettled.

Of course, we don't see

too many Indians nowadays.

But there's plenty of wildlife.

What kind of wildlife?

Oh, the usual.

Not too many moose. Some wild cats.

- Lots of bears.

- And the ordinary small stuff.

A wolf or two. Fox. Skunks.

- Snakes?

- Oh, naturally.

But only about one out of ten

is poisonous.

So when we get bit we just have whiskey.

Even Peter.

Goodness, don't they even fix the roads

in this backwoods place?

These aren't roads.

Just wilderness trails.

Rapids ahead! Hold tight!

Maybe we'll make it!

Hello, Peter. Let me out of this thing.

- She's not knock-kneed, Nancy.

- Shh!

Julia!

- Oh, dear.

- Aunt Margaret.

- Well. Welcome to the yellow house.

- Why, thank you.

- Did you have a pleasant trip?

- It was a nightmare!

No parlor car on the train.

And this wilderness!

When I think of last summer,

the glorious time Gladys Ferguson and I

had in Easthampton.

Come along.

But I must remember the last thing

that dear Mrs. Ferguson said to me.

"Don't let poverty

drag you down, Julia."

"Keep high thoughts

and don't let them get soiled

by the grime of daily living."

Oh, lovely. Especially the part

about the grime of daily living.

- A pill.

- Complete. Utter.

I think she's pretty.

- Well, you go play with Sam. Vanish.

- Huh?

Scat!

Naturally, we dressed

for dinner every night.

Gladys Ferguson's French maid

laid out our dresses for us.

Really! We didn't have to turn a hand.

Aunt Margaret, I do wish

you could see Gladys's wardrobe.

All her things are exquisite.

Nothing machine-stitched

has ever touched her skin.

Everything hand sewn

by dear little nuns in Switzerland.

Oh, and the dances, Nancy!

Did I tell you that Gladys doesn't

know one boy that doesn't go to Harvard?

Yes, you did.

If you'll excuse me, Julia,

I have to get our boy to bed.

Come along, Peter. You're going to sleep

with me tonight. Won't that be nice?

Oh, no, I can't!

Julia has to sleep in your room

until we get another bed in Nancy's.

- Please! You don't know!

- Not another word.

Good night, Julia. Breakfast at 7:00.

- Good night, children.

- Night.

- 7:
00 in the morning?

- Mm.

Good night, Aunt Margaret.

- But, Mother, you don't...

- Run along, Peter.

- Now, where was I?

- Ah, just a minute, Julia.

- Everything locked up tight, Gilly?

- Oh, sure.

- Ooh, dark tonight, isn't it?

- Inky.

- Wouldn't like to be out alone.

- Uh-uh.

- I remember when...

- Shh!

What was that noise?

- Sure you've got the bear locks on?

- Wouldn't dare forget them.

Oh, well, I guess we're safe enough.

Safe from what?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

But this is the wilderness.

Oh, well, I should think out here,

nobody would...

Oh, nobody would.

- They're just after honey.

- Who is?

Well, I guess we've done

all that's humanly possible.

Humanly.

Are you ready for bed? Or would you

rather sit here alone and read a book?

Oh, no, I think I'll go up with you.

Hey, check the back door again, Gil.

Better be safe than sorry.

Right.

After you, Julia.

Who's there?

I tried to tell you!

I tried to tell you!

Julia! Julia!

Julia! Oh!

Julia!

Try to stop crying, dear.

You'll make yourself sick.

It was deliberately planned.

On purpose!

- They're all against me!

- Nobody's against you in this house.

We want you to be part of the family.

But we have a little boy

and that little boy has a great big dog.

Nobody cares what happens to me.

- Julia?

- Oh!

I heated some milk.

I'll take it, dear.

See that Peter sleeps in his bed.

I'm keeping Julia here with me.

Yes, Mother.

Julia?

Good night, Mother.

Good night, dear.

How do you like that?

Pink of Perfection raises the roof

and lands in a bed of roses.

Where's Peter?

I don't know. He's not in his room.

Peter?

Peter?

Come on. Bed, Peter.

You can sleep in your own room tonight.

- Sam too?

- No.

But if Sam can't sleep with me,

can I sleep with Sam?

- He's had a terrible scare.

- Come on to bed now, Peter.

Nancy, Sam's upset!

I know.

Bye, Sam.

Very good. Very good.

You're gonna be a real carpenter.

Osh!

Look, Osh!

Hm.

He climbed up there all by himself.

He likes me.

Mm, that's a mighty handsome critter.

He has a very ugly face.

Maybe he's thinking

the same thing about you!

You know, the little critters of nature,

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