Topper Page #6

I borrow your lipstick?

Sure.

Thank you.

Oh.

Dreaming it up, huh?

Good morning, Mr. Topper.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

No. Uh, yes, I meant.

Good morning, Mr. Topper.

Good morning.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Well, good morning, Mr.

Topper. Good morning.

What's the matter with you,

Miss Johnson? Stop gaping at me.

I'm not a monster,

in spite of the papers.

What's the matter with everybody?

Respectable bankers like J.D.,

who oughta frown on me, slapped me on

the back and asked me if she has a friend.

I- I can't understand it.

Take a letter, please.

Mr. Wilson P. Hemmingway,

Buffalo, New York.

Dear sir,

Your collateral is satisfactory,

and this corporation is prepared

to finance your proposition 100%.

It will of course be necessary for

you to deposit the bonds with us.

Stop goggling, Miss Johnson.

To resume.

I would suggest that

you come to New York...

at your earliest convenience.

Really, Miss Johnson. You seem

to be staring at my hat...

as though you thought there was

something dreadful the matter with it.

I do. Yes, well, then I think

perhaps you better take the day off...

and do whatever you do do

on your day off.

Perhaps I'd better had.

Yes.

All right, George, you win.

But I - I do think you might

show a little respect for the bank.

Don't push me!

Where are you?

What-

Marion wants a soda.

Oh.

So it's you, Marion.

After all the things

you've done to me,

you want me to buy you a

soda? Mm-hmm. A chocolate one.

Don't you understand that

this is my private office?

But all I want is a chocolate soda

with some vanilla ice cream in it.

Why doesn't George buy you

one? 'Cause he's wandered off.

Besides,

he doesn't like sodas.

And, Toppy,

I'm lonely anyway.

Haven't you any friends?

None that I like

as well as you.

Don't you do that again,

ever!

Supposing George were

watching us. But he isn't.

Well, how do I know he's not? You'll

just have to take my word for it.

Now stop being difficult.

Come on.

Here's your hat and here's your

stick. Here are your gloves.

Marion wants a nice-

I know.

You want a chocolate soda with

vanilla ice cream. Mm-hmm. Do I get it?

Not for a million dollars.

Oh, so you're gonna be mean?

All right. I can be just

as stubborn as you are.

I won't budge from here.

I know what I'll do.

I'll- I'll scream.

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, wouldn't I, though?

Help! Stop it! I'll do anything

you like, but don't do that.

All right, then. Come

on. Shut that door.

You can't go out like that. What

will the people in the office think?

Well, supposing

I go out like this?

All right, go on.

Why, shame on you,

biting little children.

What's going on here?

Oh!

I wanna stop here.

Don't do that, Marion.

You nearly wrecked us.

I'll be out before

you can say "Jack Robinson. "

Only don't say it

for a few minutes.

Don't talk.

Someone will hear you.

Don't look now, Toppy, but there's

some lip rouge on your cheek.

Huh? Oh, yes.

This is delightful.

You wait here

and I'll go and investigate.

Marion, wh-what are you

up to now?

Here I am, Toppy.

Oh!

Marion, you-you promised to be

good, and... now look at you.

- Don't you dare go away

without me.

Why, I didn't see

anything unusual, no.

Well, maybe it was the

wind. Maybe you're right.

Cosmo?

Come right in here.

For heaven's sake, what are you

doing home at this time of day?

I ran away. I

- I mean, I thought it would be nice...

to feel how it would be to be

here during the daytime, you know.

I really can't understand

these women. They-

But, really. But women like Mrs.

Stuyvesant and Mrs. Goodrich.

Never before have they

- You can forget it if you wanted to.

And if you really cared for me, there are a

whole lot of things you could forget about.

Forget? What do you mean, forget? Yes.

Well, I know that the newspaper

said awful things about me,

but, you know, I'm not

that sort of a man, really.

I'm- I'm just

an old faithful dog.

That's all.

Uh-oh.

Old faithful dog?

Cosmo, I can't stand here and let

you flaunt your infidelity in my face.

But, Clara

- Don't speak. Don't try to explain.

It's all perfectly clear. But-But-But

I bought them for you as a surprise.

A surprise?

It's a shock!

No one - No one but a horrid woman

would wear a thing like this.

Oh, Cosmo!

Clara,

I'm so terribly sorry...

about those-

about those things.

I- Please let me in,

darling, won't you?

Go away.

Go away,

wicked old man.

I beg your pardon, sir, but

are we packing? I'mpacking.

Are we going away, sir?

I'mgoing away.

Can't you even look

like a human being?

I don't know, sir. I've never

tried. Well, you'd better try.

Now, sir?

Why not?

No. Better go back to the

old way, I think. Yes, sir.

And when shall I say

you'll be back, sir?

Say, "I don't know. " I don't know

where I'm going. I don't know where I am.

I don't know anything. Say anything

that pops into your fat, stupid head.

And lo, the worm turns.

Ah, well.

I thought perhaps

a cup of tea would help.

That's very kind of you. I

don't want any tea, Wilkins.

And I won't be down

for dinner.

I- I couldn't bear

the thought of facing him.

That won't be necessary, madam.

Mr. Topper has gone.

Gone? Gone where?

He didn't know.

He didn't know?

But that's ridiculous. Nobody can go

away and not know where they've gone.

Nobody can.

Wilkins, after all these years,

are you trying to be funny?

No, madam. Mr. Topper

went with a suitcase...

in the contraption.

He's left me.

I'll never see him again.

Oh, no, madam.

He'll come back.

If you'll pardon the liberty,

madam, he'll come back...

just to find out whether you've

missed him or not whilst he was away.

They always do.

Of course I'll miss him.

But he mustn't know that,

madam.

What difference does it make?

Even if he does come back,

I can never

hope to hold him.

That woman- He-

He doesn't want me anymore.

He- He wants these.

Did you say he wanted

those, madam? Yes, I-I did.

Then why not let him

have them? I don't-

I don't mean

just these things.

I mean-

Oh, Wilkins.

He's mad about

the sort of creature who-

the sort of woman

who wears these things.

But, my dear, dear madam,

might I suggest that...

you could so easily be the alluring

sort of woman who wears those?

Oh, confound it, madam. I still say if

he wants the pants, let him have them.

Oh! Wilkins!

How dare you-

Wilk-

Have a bite, Toppy.

Marion!

That's for

running away from me.

I'm mad at you. Well, why don't

you go away? Leave me alone.

Oh, I'm not that mad. But I ask

you, do you think it was very nice...

to run away from me?

Oh, don't let's talk about it

anymore. I've had enough of it.

I've had enough

of everything.

Oh, Toppy,

don't be mad at me.

Where are we going? I

don't know. I've left home.

Doesn't matter where I go.

Oh!

Then I'll tell you

what let's do.

Let's go to the Sea Breeze

Hotel. It's right on this road.

Is it?

Mm-hmm.

We can swim and play

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