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Pleasant day, Miss Favisham. Quite.

The British are coming! The British are coming!

Yes, to be sure. And proudly.

Mr. French, they mean no harm. They're just children.

Children?

Miss Favisham, back home in civilization, we have infancy and

Nothing in between.

Welcome home, sir.

Thank you, French.

May we offer our congratulations, sir, on the cover of World Magazine?

We would have wished that you'd been better turned out, speaking

of course. Sure, well, that is an accident. I fell in the mud. I'm very

let you down.

Don't you worry, sir.

We'll have your bath ready in a moment, sir.

Relaxing after the long trip.

Miss Applegate wondered if you'd be home in time for the opening of the opera.

Am I?

Yes, sir, but we preferred a quiet dinner at home.

Ah, we did.

Tomorrow, the horse show at the garden with Miss Forrester.

Wednesday, the races at Aqueduct with Miss Carstairs.

Wednesday night, optional.

The theatre with Miss Davenport or the Mets against the Dodgers at the stadium.

how we feel about that.

We suggest the Mets against the Dodgers, sir.

Miss Laramie. Oh, thank you, French.

If you ever leave, Mr. Davis, you might consider working for my family at our

Long Island place.

No, we're flattered, miss. But we prefer Mr. Davis and the quiet monastic

atmosphere of the bachelor apartment.

Sorry I'm late. I got tied up in the office.

I'll change in a minute.

That's all right. I've been trying to steal French. Oh, any luck?

None. Dinner will be served on the terrace at nine, sir. Thank you.

Yes, madam.

Oh, I'm Fran Heiger from Indiana with Buffy.

Oh, may I ask, madam, what is a Buffy?

It's her name.

She's come to see her Uncle Bill.

May we suggest that you phone in the morning for an appointment?

He's unavailable tonight.

You don't understand.

I am Fran Heiger, Buffy's aunt.

Buffy's going to live here with her Uncle Bill.

Oh. In that case, sir.

Won't you come in, please?

Oh, won't you be seated, madam?

Bobby, sit once more.

I love you, Uncle Bill. It will be nice to live with you.

Oh, excuse me, sir. There's somebody at the door I think you should see.

Nice to see you. Why don't you tell me you're coming in yours?

Sudden decision.

You look fine.

Thank you.

Buffy, this is your Uncle Bill.

Hi.

You look just like my daddy did.

Well, I guess I do.

You look just like your mommy.

Well, she was very beautiful.

Thank you, sir.

Who's this?

This is Mrs. Beasley.

Oh, well, she's pretty, too. How do you do, Mrs. Beasley?

Oh, those pleasant surroundings.

So nice for a growing child.

Fran, we better talk a minute.

French, would you take Buffy out on the terrace and introduce her to Miss

Larrabee or something? We'll be right back, Buffy. Certainly, sir, yes.

This way, if you please.

My name is Buffy.

Really? Well, happily, it doesn't concern me what your name is.

Don't just stand there like a little clop. Come along.

She wouldn't be any trouble, Bill. She's so sweet.

I thought it was all decided right after the accident.

You said... We had to do something fast. You were thousands of miles away in

Egypt. I was in Turkey, and you wrote and told me that she needed a mother

image. Now, that is not me. I am a bachelor, remember?

Bill, Buffy and Mr.

Hager don't get along.

She makes him nervous and he makes her unhappy because she feels rejected.

I guess it wouldn't be so bad if she were just a naughty little girl and he

could punish her, but she digs in her little heels and defies him.

And, Bill, she never cries.

And the entire year that she has been with us, I have never seen her cry.

Fran, I'm not even home half the time. Now, I just got back from India.

Now, I want what's right for that little girl, and that does not mean living

with me.

It just couldn't work. Not here, not with me.

Well, she's so bright, she'll know she was rejected again.

Bill, at least go in and talk to her and tell her that you love her.

Oh, sir.

I gave her absolutely no provocation to fasten her little teeth in my

gastrocnemius muscle.

Huh? Did you bite him?

Put me in the closet.

I'm not afraid. I like closets.

Nobody's going to put you in the closet.

Want some milk and cookies?

French, would you bring us some milk and cookies?

Cookies?

Something.

And where's Miss Larrabee?

Miss Larrabee fled, sir.

Thank you.

Now, Buffy, we just don't go around biting people in the leg.

Yes, sir.

Now, I'm sorry it's been so long since we've been together.

But, see, in my work, I have to travel all over the world.

I'm in and out all the time, mostly out.

And that's just no kind of life for a little girl.

No, sir.

Now, pretty soon I have to go to Peru. That's down in South America.

So I'll send you a nice doll from down there. They make little dolls out of

straw in the mountains.

And when I come back, I will keep in touch. I'll write you letters, and we

visit each other once in a while, and we can talk on the phone, okay?

Why don't you want me to live with you?

Oh, the milk and cookies, sir. Thank you. Oh, yes, Mrs. Higer to come in,

please. Oh, the lady has departed, sir.

Sir.

Seems we have a foundling on our doorstep.

The lady's powder, sir.

Not me, sir.

Good morning, Buffy.

Did you sleep well?

Yes, sir.

That's nice.

Well, you have fun today.

Now, um, don't worry, will you? I've arranged to have her picked up and taken

the airport.

To be sure, sir.

There wasn't much choice. I'm sending her back to the hires tomorrow.

So in the meantime, why don't the two of you make a day of it, huh?

The two of us, huh?

We'll take her for a bus ride, we'll walk in the park, something kids like.

is that absolutely necessary, sir?

Very good, sir.

It's been nice seeing you again, Buffy.

Now, uh, I'll send you that doll from Peru, I promise.

And you'll have two dolls, huh?

Mrs. Beasley is not a doll.

Mrs. Beasley is my friend.

Okay, then you'll have two friends, huh?

No, sir. I'll have one friend and one doll.

Okay, Buffy.

Bye -bye.

Now, according to my schedule, you have exactly one hour to indulge in childish

nonsense.

Yes,

sir.

Good afternoon, Mr. French.

Oh, good afternoon, Miss Fabersham. Permit me to introduce my colleagues,

Mannering, Miss Norton -Lee, Miss Ponsonby, Mr. French. How do you do? How

you do, ladies?

Oh, may I?

Delighted.

Mr. French, what a nice surprise.

Well, you may be surprised, madam. I am appalled.

Is she a permanent resident?

Transient is devoutly to be hoped.

Mr. French, your little girl seems to be getting the better of my little boy.

Buffy? Buffy!

Now, that'll be quite enough.

Get him?

He said his nanny could be my nanny. I had to hit him.

What's a nanny?

I am a nanny. We ladies are all nannies.

Are you my nanny?

I am no one's nanny. I find the suggestion revolting.

Go play or something. Go, go, go.

Mr. French, you can deny it till you're blue in the face, but today you are a

nanny.

Good day, lady.

They couldn't understand why she never cried.

She's tough, that's why. She just digs in her little heels. If you feel guilty

about sending her back to Terre Haute, why don't you ship her off to one of

those great schools in Switzerland?

Switzerland? A little kid like that?

Sure. They don't measure the kids, just the fees.

Fresh air, skiing lessons, skating.

They learn manners, dancing, languages.

Switzerland.

Miss Graham.

Cancel that call to Tara Hutt, will you, and see if you can get me some

information on Swiss schools for little girls.

Oh, here's Switzerland, here.

See up at the top of Italy, that thing looks like a cowboy boot.

And that's way up in the Alps Mountains, you see, with all the snow.

And you'll learn how to play the piano and speak French and speak Italian.

Yes, sir.

Of course, you'll stay here till you go. It'll be just a couple of days, though.

And you and French can have a good time together. Wouldn't that be fun?

Yes, sir.

Good night, sir.

Night, puppy.

Oh, well done, sir.

Shall I move her into the den tonight, sir?

No, leave her in my bedroom.

It'll just be a couple of days before she goes to Switzerland.

In Switzerland, that takes care of everything.

Oh, sir, we don't know what you would have done had your decision been

otherwise. We find ourselves, you know, somewhat out of our depths in the

nursery.

Oh, the ticket's in your vest pocket, sir.

Thank you. I do hope you enjoy the ballet tonight, sir. Thank you. Good

friend. Good night, sir.

Don't you just love ballet?

No.

How do you feel about girls who love ballet?

In your case, I'll make an exception.

Okay, Bill. Next time I'll wear my sneakers and we'll go bowling.

If you don't like me, just say so. You

don't have to send me all the way to that place.

Stop it!

Miss Favisham? A French here.

So sorry to disturb you at this hour, but we have an emergency here.

We seem to have misplaced a child.

Now then, if she is so tall, I would say the only button she could reach would

be the basement button.

My little blighters will run away as far as possible during the daylight.

But they won't venture out into the darkness.

Miss Favisham, we're wasting time.

Let's call the police. She's made a clean getaway.

I doubt it.

Thank you.

Well, you've been a nanny as long as I have. A nanny?

Any thought gives me the shudder.

What happened?

Sir, your idea of a Swiss school was something less than a success.

Here's your friend.

Yes, I'll be close by if you need me, sir.

I'm awful sorry you felt so unhappy that you wanted to run away.

Yes, sir.

You see, I just don't know very much about children.

I guess meaning well doesn't help either.

No, sir.

I really thought that you'd like to go to school in Switzerland.

I really did.

See, I just didn't think that a little girl like you would want to live here in

a place like this with just French and me.

I mean, there's no children to play with and no nice lady to

buy you things and whatever they do.

No, sir.

See, what I'm trying to tell you is that you don't have to go to school in

Switzerland if you don't want to.

And you don't have to go back and live with the Higers either.

You stay right here and live with me.

You better go to sleep now.

Then we can talk about... Morning, morning.

Listen, Pat.

Grown -ups always tell you things like that at night to make you go to sleep.

It's all different in the morning.

Mrs. Beasley, that is not true.

It's not going to be different in the morning. It's going to be the same.

So will you please, a special favor, tell Buffy that I mean it?

What?

Oh, yeah.

I forgot.

What's Mrs.

Beasley telling you?

Well, she told me I forgot the magic words.

What magic words?

I love you.

Oh.

Welcome home, Buffy.

Yes, sir.

Could you possibly stop saying yes, sir, no, sir?

Yes, sir.

Good night, Buffy.

Where is he? That plane won't wait.

Oh, uh, Mr. Davis, uh...

considered it necessary to check the young lady's supply of, uh, underpays.

Gotcha! Gotcha! Gotcha!

You gonna take good care of French while I'm gone, huh?

Mrs. Beasley will take care of French.

Bill, I'll bring the car around.

of them.

Bess, what are you doing in New York?

Well, we saw your picture on the cover of World Magazine.

Bess, you've got any ideas? Sir, I must have a word with you. Now, Fran said you

practically adopted Buffy, and now the twins could be together.

Sir, it's absolutely imperative that I speak to you. I haven't got time now,

France. That plane's going to leave at 4 .30. Mr. Gaynor's waiting downstairs.

And, uh, all this law work itself out when I get back from... I'll just leave

the essentials to you. Goodbye, kids.

Bye -bye.

Oh, there.

Oh, Mr.

Davis. No, not Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis, wait.

You can't leave me like this.

Who's he?

He's the maid.

Is he like kids?

Could he run fast?

No.

Okay, I'll stay.

Is Mr.

William Davis at home, please?

Whom shall I say called, madam?

Well, I'm Mrs. Grayson, and this is Mr. Davis's niece.

I'm a man.