Summer Magic Page #7

I heard you.

I want you to know, Julia Carey,

you make me sick.

I'm sick of Gladys Ferguson's clothes

and her French maid and her lace and...

I'm just sick of all that blah blah blah

about the Fergusons.

Oh, that's right. Tear my dress.

Pull the buttons right off.

It's only imported.

Oh, you're very imported.

But I'm tired of doing your share

and picking up after you.

- Don't pick up after me.

- I won't.

Imported chemise. French silk.

Handmade shirt waist. English Lisle.

Crepe de Chine drawers. No, they weren't

over there, they were over there.

Oh, I know what's wrong with you.

You're jealous.

Jealous? Me, jealous? Oh!

Why yes, because of Charles.

Oh, so it's "Charles" now, is it?

"Oh, Mr. Bryant.

I couldn't hit your croquet ball."

"I'm too weak and dainty."

"But I might take a weensy push

at Big Jim Jeffries-Nancy Carey's ball."

Whack!

"Mercy! I only sent her 100 yards,

but I couldn't hit you."

Hilarious.

If you knew how you look

pretending to be dumb.

- I am dumb.

- Oh, no, you're not.

- I am so.

- Ha, ha.

Oh, I can see it's no use

trying to talk to you.

You're a child, a jealous child,

growing up like a hoodlum.

The Fergusons

might make a lady of you.

- My mother hasn't?

- She hasn't succeeded.

Why don't you go back to the Fergusons?

They're so wonderful.

Oh, sure. They dumped you here with us.

They didn't care.

George Ferguson only raised you

'cause he felt guilty

when he lost all your father's money.

If he hadn't lost my father's money,

my mother might have a French maid

and I could have imported dresses

and Gilly go to college.

- I don't believe you.

- Oh, Julia!

I'm sorry. I...

Aunt Margaret!

Is what Nancy told me true?

- What's the matter?

- Mother, I've done a terrible thing.

I was mad at her

and it just slipped out.

Tell her what you said.

Oh, Mother, you know what I said.

Nancy, how could you?

Julia, really, I...

No matter what Nancy says,

the Fergusons love me.

Of course they do.

And we love you too, Julia.

And, dear,

I've had a letter from George Ferguson.

He writes that his affairs

are looking brighter now,

and they're ready to take you back.

Take me back?

I've put off telling you

because I hoped you'd care for us

as much as we care for you.

But it has to be your choice.

Oh, please choose us, Julia.

I do.

Oh, Aunt Margaret.

I don't want to go back! I'm happy here.

- Please let me stay.

- Please, Mother.

Oh, of course.

- Oh, Nancy!

- Julia.

It's all been my fault.

I'll do my share and I'll never mention

the Fergusons again.

Oh, and my dresses. They

weren't imported. I made them myself.

You did?

If I do all the dishes, will you help me

with my dress for the housewarming?

When it comes to sewing, I'm all thumbs.

I have the most wonderful

book of patterns. Gladys Fer...

I mean, it's from Paris.

The latest styles.

Really? A Paris gown!

Good night... sisters.

That's the best one you've done.

Who are you bringing

to the dance tonight, Dig?

- Opal.

- Opal? I never heard of her.

- Must be one of your city giris.

- She lives on the other side of Beulah.

I've known her since

about the first grade.

Funny thing. I always used to think

she was kinda clunky.

Till I met some of those city giris.

You can have 'em.

Gee, Dig.

You liked the city, didn't you?

Well, it's like Pa always says.

The city is all right for city folks.

Second night I was there,

I wished I was back in Beulah.

Why?

I was walking along the streets

and all these people were rushing by me.

And they looked like... like ants.

I could no more talk to one of them

than I could talk to an ant.

Well, it's great you're home.

I guess you'll be wanting your job back,

driving the truck.

No, I got a good offer to work

down at the sawmill.

So the job's still yours.

Gee, thanks!

Well, we'd better be getting

the rest of that stuff up here.

I remember, the night before I left...

I was talking to Pa about wanting to see

city lights and the gals and all.

You know what he said to me?

Pa said, "'Mid pleasures and palaces,

wherever you may roam,

be it ever so humble,

there's no place like home."

- He sang it?

- No, he said it.

He made it right up.

You know, Gil, if Pa had felt like it,

he would have made a great poet.

Yeah.

Peter! No!

I was just trying to see

what Mrs. Hamilton looks like.

Not till tonight at the ceremony,

as we promised Osh.

Where are those giris? Don't they

realize we have a million things to do?

You go back and carve your pumpkin.

I wish I was dead!

Lallie Joy,

why do you wish you were dead?

- Look at it!

- Oh, my goodness!

- Lallie Joy!

- Where did you dig that up?

Ma made it. I'll just die

if I have to wear it to the party.

Oh, it's not so bad. We'll just make

a few changes and it'll be all right.

- Sure.

- You don't need this.

Right. Get rid of these.

- That's all too...

- Oh! My chest shows!

Too bunchy here.

- All right. Out of it.

- Oh, there's nothing to it.

We'll just have to start all over again,

that's all.

Oh, my dress! What will Ma say?

Oh, don't worry about the dress.

It's what's inside that counts.

# You must walk feminine, talk feminine

# Smile and beguile feminine

# Utilize your femininity

# That's what every girl should know

# If she wants to catch a beau...

I just want Gilly.

# Dance feminine, glance feminine

# Act shy and sigh feminine

# Compliment his masculinity

# That's what every girl should know

# If she wants to catch a beau...

You're bobbling too much!

# Let him do the talking

# Men adore good listeners

# Laugh but not loudly, ha-ha,

if he should choose to tell a joke

- # Be radiant

- # But delicate

# Memorize the rules of etiquette

# Be demure, sweet and pure

# Hide the real you

# You must look feminine, dress feminine

# You're at your best feminine

# Emphasize your femininity

# That's what every girl should know

# Femininity, femininity

# That's the way to catch a beau... #

- Nancy!

- Coming, Mother.

# Dance feminine, one, two,

three, glance feminine, one, two, three

Knees together, now watch your feet.

You're not a duck!

Oh, Gilly, why don't you

look where you're going?

I'm sorry.

I suppose I should have been looking.

Oh, I thought you were

my brother, Gilly.

I hope I'm not intruding on anything.

Oh, no. No.

You see, we're having a party

tonight in the barn.

Paying a tribute

to Mr. Hamilton's dear old mother.

Oh.

It's the least we could do.

He owns the place.

Oh, he does?

Mm. Not that he ever cared much

about it.

You should have seen the mess it was in

before we took over.

- Took over?

- From Mr. Hamilton.

He gave us carte blanche,

so this is a housewarming.

- A huge affair. Everyone's coming.

- Nancy!

- Right there, Mother.

- Well, I mustn't keep you.

I don't suppose

you're stopping over in Beulah.

- Well, I hadn't...

- I guess not. It's just a little town.

- Nancy.

- I think someone's calling you.

Careful of the wheel.

About this thing tonight.

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