Summer Magic Page #6

I'd like you to meet Mr. Bryant.

He'll be your new teacher this fall.

- How do you do?

- Oh, Mr. Lord, you've forgotten.

I finished at Miss Somerville's.

Then, Charles,

may I present Miss Nancy Carey

and dear old Miss Julia Carey.

- My pleasure, young ladies.

- Excuse me.

Oh...

Mr. Bryant, my cousin Julia and I

are having a little afternoon thing.

- Affair.

- Affair today.

- We do hope you'll be able to show up.

- Attend.

Attend.

And get acquainted with everybody.

- The thing's spur of the moment...

- Impromptu.

Impromptu thing. Affair.

And we do hope you'll be able to come.

Of course we hope

that everyone will be able to come.

But first, will you?

- Oh, yes. I'd be delighted.

- Oh!

Oh. Julia.

Is it all right if Julia and I invite a

few friends to the house this afternoon?

Why, I don't see why not, dear.

Oh, good. We'd have died if you said no

'cause we've already invited him.

Him?

Nancy and Julia have invited friends

for a lawn party this afternoon.

- Will you be sure to come?

- Be happy to.

Good.

Now. Let's see which one of you ladies

is going to be old Mrs. Hamilton.

Now, I've seen you some place before.

Ossian, dinner's on the table

and it's getting colder by the minute.

Oh! Mr. Popham, what are you doing

with them women? It's the Sabbath!

Well, looking for a work of art

to take over to the Careys'.

They've got a lot of wall space there.

Hand me that old apron.

Can't take any of that junk.

She's got a kind face.

It's a pity she's got printing on her.

There's only one that's fit to hang.

Mrs. Griswold.

She wasn't much to look at,

but she was a good woman.

Spent her life on the opposing side.

And if she hadn't went down

in the wreck off Nantucket Light,

the demon rum would have been

chased off the New England coast.

A real martyr.

Insisted on going down with the ship.

Everybody else was saved.

Crew and captain.

Hm.

That's a mighty inspiring story.

Mariah. Relax and enjoy yourself

today at the Careys', will you?

This is no time to go upsetting them

with cold facts.

Very well, Mr. Popham. But the town

constable will come in here one day,

catch you up on your sins, and

you'll spend your life in state prison.

Ain't you forgetting the town constable

is named Ossian Popham?

Where's the cake knife?

Where are all the napkins?

- And where's Julia?

- Upstairs in her room. Primping.

Oh, charming. "We'll give

a little social affair. We'll invite..."

Oh! Here he comes!

- Mr. Bryant!

- Oh! Miss Nancy!

You must be exhausted,

peddling all the way from town.

Oh, it keeps me in condition.

All the same, I think you could use

a nice glass of lemonade.

Oh, that sounds great.

I couldn't help noticing

your Phi Beta Kappa key.

You must be terribly proud of it.

Oh, well, they're really quite common.

They're unique in Beulah.

I do hope you don't find yourself in

an intellectual desert here, Mr. Bryant.

Ice cream, Gilly. Without anyone

really to talk to, I mean.

- What did you major in, Mr Bryant?

- English Lit, but I...

Oh, literature! I love it! Poetry.

"This is the forest primeval,

the murmuring pines and the hemlocks..."

- Here.

- Two scoops.

Ah... Oh. No napkins. I'll get them.

- Mr. Bryant?

- Oh. Thank you.

You're rather late arriving

at the little affair we are giving.

Dear Nancy,

you look so hot and exhausted.

Bathe your face

and run a comb through your hair.

- I've been working.

- That's what I mean.

You look it.

Oh, Mr. Bryant, you shouldn't

be standing out here in this hot sun.

I think we can find some shade.

Shade sounds great.

Oh!

- Oh, Nancy.

- Osh.

I've just remembered where

old Mrs. Hamilton's picture was hid.

- Oh, where is she?

- Since I mislaid Mr. Hamilton's letter,

I ain't been able to sleep nights.

Then driving over here,

it came to me like a ray of light.

She's in there!

- In the Dutch oven?

- Just like the letter said.

- Funny place to put your mother.

- The Dutch oven is cool and dry.

Wouldn't have harmed the old lady

if she'd been put in there alive.

You'll be out soon!

A dear little gold football.

And to think that you won it!

Please tell me all about it.

Oh, that was the game

when Dartmouth fumbled on our...

Well, I wondered where everybody was.

What do you have there, Julia?

A football!

"Brown University. Charles Bryant."

Brown...

You must be Bandy Bryant!

I've seen you play!

You retrieved the ball

on the five-yard line, ran 90...

He knows what he did, Nancy.

I like to relive it. It was a glorious

moment in the great American scene.

- Mr. Bryant...

- Here we have a renowned athlete

sitting under a tree!

You're probably dying to be

batting at something.

- Oh, well, I...

- I don't play football

but how about a game of croquet?

Fine.

I can't wait till school begins.

I shall be taking literature.

- I have another turn now, Mr. Bryant?

- Yes.

I think I'll try for Julia.

- Your turn, Miss Julia.

- Oh...

Oh, dear. Nancy's so athletic.

- What am I doing wrong?

- May I?

Put that hand there. That one there.

Now you have a good chance

to knock me away from the wicket.

Oh, I couldn't do that!

It's part of the game. Hit him!

No, no.

Like this.

That's right.

Oh, I really can't hit you, Mr. Bryant.

Oh, for the love of Pete,

it's part of the game.

Is it?

Nice shot, Miss Julia...

if a little out of bounds.

I won!

I won?

# Three creaky wooden stairs

# Those squeaky rocking chairs

# The well-worn welcome mat

# The lattice vines

# The happy times

# All I wanna do

# When the day is through

# Is linger here

# On the front porch with you

# From the wicker swing

# While the night birds sing

# We'll watch the fireflies sparking

# Do some sparking too

# How the hours fly

# As the moon drifts by

# How sweet the air

# As we stare at the sky

# Oh, how I love

to linger here like this

# Hold your hand

and steal a kiss or two

# On the front porch with you

# All I wanna do

# When the day is through

# Is linger here

# On the front porch with you

# From the wicker swing

# While the night birds sing

# We'll watch the fireflies sparking

- # Do some sparking too

- # Some sparking too

# How the hours fly

# As the moon drifts by

# How sweet the air

# As we stare at the sky

# Oh, how I love

# To linger here like this

# Hold your hand

# And steal a kiss or two

# On the front porch

# With you #

Well, after all the time

she took primping!

She could have at least

hung up her clothes.

What does she think she is?

A guest in this house or something?

# Hold your hand

and steal a kiss or two #

Oh, I thought you'd be in bed.

With your stuff piled all over it?

- You left this place like a pigsty.

- Did I?

Oh, you know,

there's nothing like a college man.

Oh, I do hope you and your mother

will scrape and save

to get Gilly into a good college.

Give one member of this family

a chance to amount to something.

- What did you say?

- I said...

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