The Moon's Our Home Page #4

aren't you?

Oh yes...well...more or less...

that is...in a way.

I mean...we don't see much

of each other...

We're so distantly connected.

Well, kin's kin...no matter

how far apart.

If you want anything,

just let me know.

Abner'll get it.

He's out walking.

But he'll be back.

It's lovely here.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

He was too sure I would.

What's new?

I find I'm suddenly burdened

with a cousin Smith.

And all the little Smiths.

Except Archie...you know

what happened?

He fell on his piste run last month.

They didn't miss him for 2 weeks.

Do you realise how

insufferably cocksure you are?!

Oh sure. What's your name, cousin.

Do you have a name? Jones?

Brown!

Cousin Brown...sledding is an art...

just the slightest technique...here...

Sit up front...way up!

Do I steer this thing with a tramp?

With a smile, if I take your frame

and ram in the snowdrift.

Smiling just now?

No! Frowning!

You frowned!

Dinner call!

Oh, Miss Brown...

You two had better come...

The food is on the table.

May I have some more

coffee please?

Abner, take that pipe

out of your mouth!

Do they have places like this

everywhere up here Miss Hambridge?

I didn't know...I think so.

Why Mr and Mrs Simpson have made

a masterpiece of Miss Hambridge.

This would make a fortune

way down south in New York.

I hate to think of having

to leave here tomorrow.

My cousin's been disappointed

in love, Miss Hambridge.

Well, it's got ME beat...

You know Miss Brown...I've seen you

somewhere before.

I'm always being mistaken

for somebody else.

My cousin has one of those faces

that come by the thousand.

Oh, I've seen you too,

somewhere, Mr Smith.

It's enough to drive anybody crazy.

My cousin's face constantly

affects me that way.

Well, I pride myself

on my memory.

I never forget a face.

- How awful for you.

- Yes, it is isn't it.

I seldom forget a name...

but then, 'Smith' and 'Brown'!

They're not difficult are they?

Miss Brown!

Have you heard the news?

You and I are going for a sleigh-ride...

with a horse.

Mr Smith, there's a later report than that...

YOU are going for a sleigh-ride with a horse.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

You can't do that!

Alright I'll take Miss Hambridge.

Did anybody call ME?

I didn't hear anybody.

Calvin...

I wish everything

would stay like this.

The moon can't always be full.

It's light can get softer.

Are the words you said

about the place true.

Paradise!

Of course it is....It isn't

all cluttered up with civilisation.

All my life I've hated

civilisation.

Laws...conventions...regulations...

Marriage...

Well, what's the matter

with marriage?

It's so unimportant.

Your mother and father

didn't think so.

Or did they?

Theirs was a different generation.

Our life should be too big

for marriage.

It would take just one woman

to make you change your mind.

Marriage comes in the door...

Love flies out the window.

Marriage is the mortgage

a woman holds on a man's future.

There shouldn't be

any future to love.

Or any past.

Only the present...

the glorious present.

Somewhere, I've heard

those very same words before.

Get along, David!

That's Susan, the Simpson's mare.

She'll come to no good end.

Pull yourself together...whoa there!

I can't stop her!

Got any ideas?

- Try flattery!

- Can't hurt.

Nice Susan...sweet Susan!

Charming Susan...

please slow down!

Nice going!

Didn't we start out

with a horse?

I wonder what became of her.

Probably chasing that 4-legged Casanova

up the road.

And I hope she doesn't catch him.

She will.

Well, what do we do next?

Might try walking for a change.

I should have warned you against

Susan going in full moon.

You're not the first

she gets with this notion.

Certainly not from me!

The hot water's ready.

You'd better come and get to work.

Well, you'll freeze your marrow

in that outfit!

There's danged a thing to it.

It's the only one

I've brought with me.

Well, you can't sleep in that...

I'll get you one of mine.

No, don't bother...

I'm really warm and...

No bother...if you city folk can't

look after yourselves

somebody's got to do it

for you.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells,

jingle all the way..."

"Oh what fun it was to ride

on a one-horse..."

How's it look?

Sensible.

- How's it feel?

- Oh, lovely!

Look...you gave me yours...

now you have to take mine...

Come on...we'll swap!

Why...what would I do

with a thing like that?

Wear it!

Go on...take it!

Thank you.

Good night. Breakfast at 8

in the morning.

And we don't hold it

for anybody.

Excuse me!...

Why, Mitty Simpson!

What have these amateur detectives,

that I'm paying a fortune to, done about it?

Not a single thing!

My dear great aunt...

give them time!

Time? So they can find more places

she hasn't been?

Wherever she is you can be certain

she'll in no way disgrace herself.

There you are...

taking her part!

Boyce...I'm worried!

- Maybe she's been kidnapped!

- Kidnapped!

We've got to find her!

Wait a moment!

I was lost once...

Oh, but I knew

where I was, though.

Well they haven't found

Cherry Chester yet.

They're looking everywhere

for her.

I wonder what could have

happened to her.

Some people are always having things

happen to them.

She's probably in some penthouse,

roaring drunk.

Oh, Mr Smith...I think

Cherry Chester's sweet.

Yes, I'm sure she is.

Have you ever seen her?

I've seen her pictures.

I was on the same train

with her once.

Were you really?

What's she like? Does she look

the way she does on the screen?

Oh do tell us all about it!

Yes, please do!

As a matter of fact,

I didn't really see her.

I wasn't even interested enough

to look.

I know what she was like...

just another bogus blonde

with a face like a French pastry.

It's your move!

I don't want to play anymore.

Well I'm going to bed.

As all decent folks should.

I'm going too.

I don't feel as well as I did.

I think I feel a nervous spell

coming on.

Good night.

Aren't you going to bed?

Oh, we're low characters.

Sometimes we stay up

as late as half past nine!

Oh...Good night.

You're pretty quiet tonight.

I haven't noticed you

roaring your head off, either

I've never seen you like this.

You see, I have to leave here.

You can't do that.

Why not?

Because I've got all sorts

of plans for us.

What are they?

Well, in the first place, I...

Well I'm gonna teach you

how to ski.

I really have to go.

What's the reason?

I think...I'd almost forgotten.

That man you told me about

in the carriage...Is he the reason?

No...he's connected with it.

Well, that's all taken care of.

How is that?

You're not going to marry him.

You're going to marry me.

Are you proposing to me?

Of course I am...what do you think

I was doing?

Thank you very much,

but I can't.

Why not?

I don't believe in marriage.

"The minute marriage comes in the door,

love flies out the window."

Where did you get those

half-baked ideas...

I don't say that marriage

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