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Side to side.

And the fingers.

Get a move on, Becky Lester. We ain't
got all day.

I'm hurrying, Ma.

This act is awful heavy.

Becky!

You want to come and learn the turkey
chop with me?

It's real heavy.

I can't, baby.

I gotta help my Ma.

Dance and don't pay the bills, Becky,
and don't you forget it.

Second floor with them clean shirts, and
mind you, bring the dirty ones on the

way back down.

Right away, Ma.

And don't dawdle, Becky.

Mr. Tremaine expects his workers to be
on time.

I know Davy's girlfriend.

I know Davy's girlfriend.

Liar, liar, pants on fire. Children!

Muriel?

Hold that chair for me, will you?

Your hand.

I'm sure someone will bear with you in a
moment.

Well... Excuse me.

Well... You can feel it.

Can I help? No, go away.

That'll do.

Velma Bugle is pretty.

Velma?

She's a rather nice -looking girl.

I think she's skim milk trying to be
cream.

Oh, because she's got an eye for
feelings, huh?

Missy, don't let that worry you.

Well, it does.

Miss Stacy, do you think if I bid on him
that I'd be making a fool of myself?

The floral's real cheerful.

What does Mr. Tremaine think? Who cares
what he thinks?

Men have no taste, never have had.

Well, he's your partner, and it's his
office.

Thanks, Rachel.

I'm in Tremaine's savvy regarding
decoration that fit into one very small

symbol.

Can't you?

Cannot. Mrs. Lynn, Doris says I can't go
to the auction just because I'm not a

bachelor. How can I tell you I'll be a
bachelor?

Uh, Miss Stacey?

I was wondering...

does it cost to go to the auction?

Oh, it doesn't cost anything at all, but
you might need some money to bid on the

bachelor of your choice.

How much money?

I don't really think it matters.
Whatever you can spare.

It's for charity, you see, so every
little bit counts.

Tell me, do you have any particular
bachelor in mind?

Um, sort of.

Kind of.

I guess it depends if I can afford him.
Hi.

What is going on here?

Who is responsible for this abominable
mess?

For heaven's sake, sit me down. As I
told you, I am responsible for

raising money for the hospital.

Outside, yes, but in here?

What do you think? Isn't it lovely?

Mr. Tremaine, what are you doing here?

Weren't you in the kitchen making lunch
with the other man?

What man? What lunch?

You see, at first the ladies are going
to bid on the box launches made by the

gentlemen, and then later on in the
afternoon, everyone is going to go off

social outing.

People cavorting and carrying on,
interrupting business.

You didn't tell me about taking over the
entire establishment.

Driving paying guests out the door.

Want to learn the turkey trot? No, I
don't. I have better things to do, so go

bug someone else.

But I will not partake in any organized
Christmas. Be back in a minute.

Come now, Mr. Tremaine.

Certainly a gentleman like you has some
romance in his soul.

Yes. Madam, my soul is not up for
discussion.

And as for you, Hetty King, I shall deal
with you later.

Where's Felix?

Who is looking after things?

We get some service here, please.

Shall we throw together some ham
sandwiches with a few pickles? Janet

mind. She'll get on my hamper no matter
what dinner. Out!

Everyone, out!

Am I running a business or a cooking
school? Why don't you be a good sport

join in?

I would rather put my head in a noose
than have some lady bid on me as if I

a prized pig at the county fair.

A prized pig?

Mr.

Treant, how old are you? You have to be
before you can be a bachelor.

Age has nothing to do with it, Davy
Keith.

Bachelorhood is a state of mind.

Does that mean if you're born a
bachelor, you die a bachelor?

If you're smart, it does.

Ah, good.

All right, Simon Tremaine.

Time to come to a decision about this
new drapery.

Oh, good Lord.

Where did those things come from?

The catalogue. On sale.

I told you I'd be choosing that
material.

Dogs. I hate dogs.

Who wants to look at dogs all day long?

Could you? And after I picked up this
lovely blue.

Look at it.

Blue makes me see things.

Nothing. Blue is clean and neat and
practical.

Why can't you be practical?

I...

Practical? You are the most unpractical
human being I have ever had the

misfortune to meet.

Oh, I see.

I know.

You're just doing this to aggravate me,
are you? Be?

Aggravate you?

You are the supreme aggravator of all
time.

Understand me, Eddie King.

This is my office.

I do not want blue drapes. I do not want
your interference.

And I do not want...

An auction on the front lawn of the
finest hotel on the island.

Dog. Woof.

We had our little tip and then we called
it truth.

It's quite exhilarating, really.

I am glad.

Might be strange, isn't it?

The way our dreams turned out.

Both of us began our careers in teaching
and both of us ended up in business.

For that matter, who'd have dreamt that
both of us would end up old maids?

Spinsters, you mean, Muriel.

Spinsters. Well, anything can still
happen, Hetty King.

Who'd have imagined that at our age we
would still be bidding on bachelors and

thinking of love?

Love? Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

Now, Hetty, don't tell me you've never
considered romance.

Have you ever?

Fallen in love?

Well, no, but... I've stepped in it a
few times.

Oh, Hetty, life is a banquet. Why not
enjoy it while we still can?

Take a chance.

Bit on someone you like.

I'm going to.

You are... Muriel, take it. You are a
fly fox.

Don't... Tell me you've got your eye on
someone.

Well, I'm not sure yet, but thinking
about it's half the fun.

Oh, I suppose it is.

Winners for a good cause. That's the
spirit, Hedy.

You never know what could happen.

And who knows?

Love may be just around the corner.

Oh, Nat, you're so strong.

Oh, Nat, you're so strong.

If you ask me, the only thing sillier
than a young girl making goo -goo eyes

a young boy is some old bat making a
fool out of herself over some old

Oh, then I take it you're not betting on
anybody.

I am not. I am making a donation to the
hospital fund and calling it a day. Now,

Rachel, every pot has a lid.

Now, maybe I'll bet on some fella's
lunch and fall in love and get married.

At my age.

Guess what?

I'm going to the auction, too.

You know, there's a social outing
afterward, and we're all getting dressed

What are you going to wear?

Not that, I hope.

What's wrong with it?

She's not getting a new dress and that's
final.

You got eight mouths to feed, another
one in the oven.

We're not throwing away money on
doodads. She ain't never gonna wear

except to my blessed funeral. Oh, now,
Molly, don't talk like that.

All she wants to do is go to the
auction, look as pretty as the other

others, this is all that's grand.

Well, in case you haven't noticed, she's
not a king, she's a leicester.

The sooner she gets that through her
head, the better off she'll be.

Maybe we could scrape together an extra
dollar. Nat's got a new job in the

general store. Spoken for. We're putting
his wages against the grocery bill.

It's all right, Papa.

I didn't want to go to the auction
anyway.

For Pete's sake, somebody pick up the
baby.

Nat! Get your big feet off the table and
pick up your baby sister.

Wiley, Ma says pick up the baby.

I ain't had nothing to eat around here.

What's for dinner, Ma?

I'll do it, Ma.

Oh, thank you.

It says here cotton's going sky high.

If I had ten dollars, know what I'd do?

I'd buy myself a bunch of shares and
make a pile of money.

Ten dollars.

I'd pay off the grocery bill and fix the
roof.

If I had ten dollars.

I'd quit the tannery. Yeah, you bet,
Wiley.

We'd both quit and get ourselves a
fishing boat.

Of course, the way to make real money is
to invest.

You buy the cotton, then you take the
profits and you buy gold.

If I had ten dollars, you know what I'd
do?

I'd give it all away so that auction at
the White Sands.

It's for charity.

Oh, forget it.

Charity ain't for the likes of the
lefters.

Then why not, Molly?

It's a free country.

Nothing's free.

The way I see it, charity begins at
home.

It seems I'm here at the poor box every
week, the way the youngsters are

growing.

Oh, why, I remember that dress, Mrs.
Bradley.

Well, now she wants a new one. You know
girls.

Penny for your thoughts.

I wasn't thinking anything.

Could have fooled me.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Father, I've decided not to go to the
auction.

Why ever not?

Everyone's going.

I was rather looking forward to it
myself.

I thought you were too.

You thought wrong.

Izzy, this isn't like you.

It is so.

It's exactly like me, and if it's not, I
don't want to talk about it.

Now, excuse me, Father. I have to
practice.

Hey, Izzy.

Going in for a soda?

If you're looking for Velma Bugles,
she's inside.

Ladies, quit your laughing, quit
looking, look over here.

What do you want? Chocolate? Vanilla?
What do you need?

Ladies, quit your laughing, quit
looking, look over here. Because I'm

be worth a million dollars someday. You
just wait and see. I'm going to buy

myself a brand new car. Beautiful suit.
Nicest thing ever.

One lover's delight coming up.

Two scoops each of silky smooth
chocolate ice cream snuggled in a bed of

fudge sauce with...

Two. Little cherries on top.

Ten cents your cost, five cents goes to
the hospital.

Thank you.

And there you go.

For the prettiest girls in town.

Nat, you're just saying that.

Would I tell a lie?

You might.

I heard you say the same thing to them.

just stringing them along. It's you I'm
crazy about, Emma Bradley.

But you said you liked me.

Well, I do.

I do.

You're a buttercup.

I gotta go.

You didn't have to flirt with him so
boldly, Laura MacDonald.

You know, you are a spiteful cat.

I'm never talking to you again for as
long as I live.

Are you all right?

My back. My back.

Thank you.

Will you be all right on your own? Oh,
yes. Yes, I will.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Your bow, Miss King.

Don't be silly, Dorothy.

And how come he hugged you for so long,
huh?

Out of the mouth of babes. Off you go.

Sweet on you, Hattie King.

Secret.

Petalum's not interested in me, not
romantically.

Eggs, bacon, butter.

Is there something else?

No, not exactly.

I couldn't take them.

I mean, this...

May seem forward, my speaking to you on
a personal matter, but I'm concerned

about Izzy.

Really? Why?

She suddenly told me she didn't want to
go to the auction.

Well, Clive, I suspect that Izzy's
simply having a case of jitters about

auction. Really? Whatever for?

Having to bid on a boy, I should think.

It can be quite disconcerting, you know.

Even for us adults.

Have patience, Clive. I'm sure it'll
pass.

Thank you, Muriel.

The older I get, the less I understand
young ladies.

Well, feel free to consult me any time,
Clyde.

I will.

Yes.

Well, I will.

And thank you.

Thank you indeed.

Oh, by the way, could I have a bottle of
lumbago liniment?

Well, certainly.

That's it.

Hattie.

Excuse me.

Will you accept this little gift?

It's for your bag.

It's lumbago liniment.

Oh, Clive. Hattie Bonner. Oh, sweet.

Oh, you shouldn't have... It's nothing.

I'll see you at the auction.

Oh, what?

At the auction.

Oh, yes, of course.

What a good method for the world.

Good day.

Good day.

Hey Izzy, mind if I sit here?

Go away.

Oh yeah, can I bid on my picnic basket?

How would you like to stand on your head
and spit nickels?

Yoo -hoo, Felix!

Felix, want to share a soda?

No, I hate sodas.

Don't you ever get lonesome eating by
yourself, Mr. Tremaine?

An old bachelor like me is accustomed to
solitude.

Well, if you don't mind my asking,
haven't you ever thought about, you

getting married?

Oh, I've thought about it over the
years.

Generally, I took a nap until the
feeling passed.

Are you thinking of getting married,
Felix?

Who, me?

No, sir.

I was just thinking.

Well, you're a man of the world. You
might know.

How do you get one girl to stop liking
you and another to start?

Felix, my lad, that is a serious
question.

And if I knew the answer, I wouldn't be
sitting here by my lonesome eating this

French sheep dip.

Get back to Mr.

Lapierre.

Tell him to send me up something fit for
human consumption.

best friend.

Don't waste your time feeling sorry for
Monsieur Tremaine, Felix.

Anyone who would rather eat blood
pudding than coq au vin deserves to be

Especially when he has the perfect woman
for him under his nose.

Under his nose? Who's that?

Why, your aunt, naturally.

Don't be silly. Aunt Olivia's married.

No, no, not Olivia.

Etty King.

Aunt Hetty?

That's ridiculous. They fight all the
time.

Aha.

Opposites attract the first law of love.

And Tremaine and Hattie King.

If you put them together for 24 hours,
they'd strangle each other.

Now, Janet, maybe it's not as outlandish
as you think.

He's alone, she's alone.

And they do have the hotel in common.

Oof!

Yoo -hoo, it's me, Thelma Bugle. You
feel it, Tom?

Felix? I am not going to the auction,
and I'm not getting stuck with Velma

Bugle. Now, son, don't be like that.

You know, the auction's for the
hospital. You've got to be there. It's

as a king.

I'll tell you what.

I promise I'll outbid anybody who bids
on you.

How's that?

Now, wait a minute. I thought you were
bidding on me.

There are some things a mother has to do
for her son.

I'm not going on a social outing with my
mother.

You don't have to.

You can cook me dinner right here at
home instead.

Let me talk to him.

All right.

Tell me what's wrong, Felix.

This might be difficult for you to
imagine, you know, but I actually was.

young once myself about a hundred years
ago.

It's Izzy.

Am I right?

What difference does it make?

Will you leave me to die in peace?

Peppers, onions, two boxes.

Yes, potatoes, hummus.

Sorry to intrude. Not at all.

But I forgot my pate in the icebox.

Pull up a chair.

I've an order.

Here.

Thank you.

No, but I've already eaten.

And I can't stay Izzy's home alone.

Oh, by the way, be a good fellow if
you're passing by Rose Cotton.

Drop off this kitchen inventory for Miss
King.

Happy to. Pierre, do you... This is an
astonishing spread. Do you always make

this fuss just for yourself?

Absolutely.

Dining is an artistic experience.

Beautiful food is like beautiful music.

Each one is a symbol of love.

It is.

My work.

I never thought of it that way.

The English.

What do they know about love?

Clive Pettibone.

Come in.

Oh, my, this is a surprise.

Sorry to disturb you, Miss King Eddie.

I was at the hotel. Pierre asked me to
drop this off to you.

Kitchen inventory, I believe.

Oh, how sweet of you.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Coming all this way just to see me.

Oh, I was just sitting down to my
supper.

Could I set a place for you two?

Thank you.

Izzy's home alone.

I've got to run.

Thank you.

Goodbye, then.

Good night.

Adieu.

Thank you.

Becky, what a pretty dress.

You like it?

I certainly do.

My papa gave it to me. I was so
surprised on your bust of guts.

Becky Lester, what are you doing in my
dress?

It's not yours.

It's mine. My papa gave it to me. I
should know my own dress when I see it.

You're a big fibber, Emma Bradley.

My papa bought this dress for me on
sale. He said so.

Well, your father's a liar.

And you know what? He's a thief. Two.
Because my mother donated that dress to

the foreign mission.

His father never bought it. He stole it
out of the poor box.

Poor box?

Vicki. What?

I hope you're satisfied, Emma Bradley.

She was so happy and you made her
miserable.

Ah, Mr. King.

If you're looking for Felix, I believe
he's outdoors with all the other

lunatics. Oh, it's not Felix I'm looking
for, Mr. Tremaine. It's you.

It's a delicate situation, but I have
some information for your ears only.

Oh, nothing wrong, I hope. No, no. In
fact, depending on your point of view,

it's quite intriguing. You see, there's
a...

A certain lady of my acquaintance, of my
very close acquaintance, and of yours

too, if you get my drift, who might be
very interested if your picnic hamper

showed up on that auction block.

A certain lady?

Could you give me a clue?

You don't mean...

I

can never betray your confidence.

But if you were in any way interested, I
could... I never thought she was...

I mean, that is... No, I couldn't.

I would, but...

Up your sleeves.

We'll fix that in no time flat.

He grins, will you?

Eddie, I want to have a word with you.
Oh, not now, Alec.

I'm supposed to be meeting Muriel and
I'm late. No, this will just take a

minute, so don't say no and turn me out.

Hello.

There is a certain eligible bachelor, a
gentleman you probably haven't even

considered, and he wants you to bid on
his hamper.

It comes with no surprise, you see.

I already know what the gentleman in
question feels about me.

Strictest confidence, Alec, you promise.

Yesterday, in the general store, he
presented me with a little gift. What?

Last night, he made up the sweetest
excuse imaginable just to come calling.

But I thought, I guess you never know
how these things work.

Good luck at the auction, Hattie. Hope
the weather holds.

Oh, I've been looking all over for you.
Oh, Hattie.

It's Olivia's.

Splendid. Fine day, ladies.

Shall we go?

And now, ladies, a hamper for your
consideration, prepared by young Wiley

with his very own hands, which he
assures me he's washed.

So let's start the bidding here now. Who
will give me ten cents, ten cents, ten

cents?

Yes, ten it is. Going once, going twice,
sold to Miss Dora Keyes.

Come here, go on.

Get over here, you dumb dog.

waiting for, ladies?

The delectable treats, the gourmet
delights prepared by the incomparable

Monsieur Pierre Lapierre.

So what am I bid now for some lucky
lady?

Do I hear 25 cents? Becky.

Who'll give me 25 cents? Water.

Come here, I got you a dress. A quarter
there we are. One quarter. Who'll make

that two?

50 cents?

50 cents we have right there.

We'll make it 60.

Over here, Keith. Come back here.

50, ladies. Let's hear it. Who give me
60? Who give me 60? Over here. Over

60 cents. Going, going.

And sold to Rachel Lynn for 60 cents.

What?

I didn't bid on him.

She does not want me. I do not want her.

Oh, Rachel. I'm sure Pierre is a lovely
person.

All right, ladies, what am I bid for
this magnificent picnic lunch here made

young Davy Key?

If I'm not mistaken, there's some
delightful corn pickles in there, not to

mention sandwiches, another delight.

So who'll start the bidding off at 25
cents? Who's going to give me a quarter?

quarter, do I hear a quarter?

What about 10 cents? 10 cents, give me
one thin dime, just one thin dime.

Come on now, ladies, ladies, ladies.

Come on, make that a nickel. Just one
poor, lonely little nickel.

Three cents.

Three cents.

Going, going, and sold to the pretty
little lady in blue.

And now, ladies, young Felix King has
prepared some delectable delights in a

hamper here. So what am I bid? What am I
bid?

Who'll start this off? Who'll give me a
quarter?

30 cents.

30 cents.

Splendid. I have 30. Who will make it
35?

35. 35 it is.

One dollar.

One dollar. One dollar.

Going.

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold.

Forget it.

Who'll make that 30?

30 cents.

30 cents it is. Who'll make that 35? Do
I hear 35?

$1 .19.

Going once, going twice, and sold to
Laura McDonald and Emma Bradley.

All right, ladies, now we have here,
prepared by a gentleman of town, Mr.

Pettibone, a splendid hamper for you.

Oh, one of my bed, one of my bed. Who
gave me a quarter for this?

Let's hear it. 25 cents, 25.

25 cents.

There it is. Do I hear 30? Do I hear 30?

30.

30.

30 it is. Well, do I hear 35?

Do we have 35?

35 it is.

35. Who will make that 40? Do I hear 40?
Do I hear 40?

and sold to Miss Muriel Stacy.

Thank you.

Ah,

yes, well, thank you very much, ladies
and gentlemen. Tea will be served later

this afternoon, after which each couple
may proceed on their social outing.

Thank you all.

Thank you.

Ready in a minute, Mother.

Oh, no, Harry. No, Harry.

Smells delicious.

Oh, no.

Not Velma Bugle.

Tell her I left town.

No, wait.

Tell her myself.

Evie.

What are you doing here?

Your father said you were making dinner
for me.

Muriel, I hope you won't think me a
romantic fool. I'm afraid I have two

feet. But would you do me the honor? It
would be my pleasure, Clive.

Thank you.

You fib, Clyde Pettibone. You dance
beautifully.

Yes, indeed.

I have big, big prospects.

After I start my own business, which is
any day now, I'm going to buy myself a

brand -new suit just like that one and
the biggest motor car you ever saw.

Nat, you're only a soda jerk.

That's just temporary.

Big investments. I am going to be worth
a fortune someday. Just you wait and

see. All I can see so far is a big
mouth.

I'll say.

You're not interested in us.

All you can talk about is yourself.

Go on.

Let's talk about you, then.

What do you think of me?

My, I must admit that goose mush is not
bad.

Ah, Marseille.

A woman after my own heart.

Would you mind if I sat closer and held
your soft little hand in mine?

You try it, you little French rat, and
you'll wish you'd never been born.

Hi, Papa.

Hello, Pumpkin.

I made a fine mess of things, Becky.

Are you real mad at me?

Oh, Papa, it's all right.

Izzy had the dress that don't fit her no
more, and she gave it to me for tea.

Do you like it?

You look as pretty as those girls in the
catalog.

You get her home on time, young fella.

You'll have me to answer to.

You hear me?

Yes, sir.

Well, everything seems to have worked
out for the best.

Yes, well, almost everything.

Well, Simon, it's been quite the day.

One could say that again.

Well, Simon, it's been quite the day.

They seem to be having a good time.

Yes, they do seem to be.

Hattie, this may come as a shock, but
when I last tangled in Paris, I was

considered somewhat expert.

Good Lord, Simon, are you all right?

My back.

Don't leave me once in a while. I can't
move.

Very cautiously now.

The very same thing. Slowly,

slowly. Straighten up.

There, there.

Lean on me now.

Good.

One step at a time.

Gently, gently.

That's it.

Good.

Gently now.

Poor thing, I know exactly how you feel.

Very, very carefully.

Very carefully.

Oh, that hasn't happened in years.

They said it helped to sleep on a hard
mattress.

Oh, yes, I do believe in a firm
mattress.

This is why I keep insisting on new
mattresses for the hotel.

Don't be ridiculous.

Do you know what an expense that is? We
can't afford that right now.

I've just got a bill for the new boiler
that would choke a horse. Well, that's

true.

Next year, then, after the roof.

The roof?

Yes, the roof.

What is it? Here come the damage. The
water. The water that leaked.

Nobody told me.

Oh, yes, we did. What about room 17? The
wallpaper in room 17.

The English couple. The English couple.