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Won't you come to the park with us?

Oh, not this afternoon, Jody. Sister's taking you.

Then I won't go.

I thought you wanted to go.

Not with three girls.

Three? Buffy, Stacey, and her.

Mrs. Stacey is not a girl.

She's a grown -up lady.

Girls and ladies are almost alike.

Please, Mr. French.

I'm sorry, Jody, but we must finish our waxing and polishing.

Tell me, would you feel better about it if the odds were whittled down to, say,

two girls to one boy?

I guess so.

Buffy, would Mrs. Beasley give us the pleasure of her company here?

You really want her to stay with you?

Oh, we'd be delighted.

Okay, let's go.

Come on. Come on, Jody.

Better? I'll walk ahead of him.

Hiya,

Mr. Davis. Wearing that big weekend smile, right? Oh, yeah. I got nothing to

for two days with sleep and play golf and do a little mild socializing.

Oh, Davis.

Oh, yeah. Oh, Nelson. Yeah, how are you? Correct. I occupy the garage space next

to yours.

That's right. You got that low gray job.

It's gray except where your car door has put blue paint chips.

Well, it works both ways, doesn't it? My car's turning gray.

I don't like to be unreasonable, but I do take pride in my car.

And 27 blue paint chips.

27? He counted?

No, nobody counted.

Statistics are my business.

Oh, I see.

Well, now, look, Mr. Nelson, those spaces are kind of narrow, and I'd say

kind of traded even when you... Well, I've just been talking to the apartment

manager, and I told him I think you should move your space.

There's another possibility you could move yours.

Is that your last word?

No, it was my first thought.

Glad you were here, sir.

I'm afraid there's been an accident, sir.

One of the kids?

Oh, no, sir, no, sir. Mrs.

Beasley.

French, will you not... French, don't do that to me, will you? What about Mrs.

Beasley? Oh, sir, I inadvertently brushed her off the terrace, and when I

to look for her, she disappeared. I looked everywhere down below, but I

find her, sir.

Buffy know about it?

No, sir, she's in the park, but...

She left Mrs. Beasley in my care, sir.

Well, let's just hope that Mrs. Beasley turns up safe and sound. Did you tell

Scotty? Yes, sir, yes, sir. He promised to pass the word along to the other

tenants.

Okay. Now, if you don't find the right Mrs.

Beasley, then you can go to the store of Buffy and buy her another one, okay?

But Mrs.

Beasley is rather special, sir.

French, I came into this building in a mood of relaxed and glowing optimism,

I'm going to hang on to it in spite of blue paint chips and disappearing dolls.

Hello.

This is Mr. Davis.

Mr. Davis, the accused paint chipper?

May I speak to the garage manager, please?

Nelson? Yes?

I'm Bill Davis. Is your husband home?

Yes, he is. Won't you come in?

Oh.

Thank you.

This is the gentleman who's repainting our car, dear. Blow by blow.

I just wanted you to know that I called the garage manager. And you're going to

move your space?

Well, I'm willing to move, but I find out that the only garage space that's

is over at the east side garage, and that's four blocks away. Now, I want to

a nice guy, but I'm no saint either.

Why don't you flip a coin?

I'll go for that.

Statistically, the odds against my winning such... George, take a chance.

All right.

Here's a quarter.

Go ahead, toss it. I'll call.

Heads.

It's tails.

Okay, I move.

Not till after the weekend.

I have no hard feeling.

No, no, the walk will do me good.

Excited. Effie Boots should sleep in my bed.

Oh, all right, dear. This is our daughter, Melissa.

Melissa, this is Mr. Davis.

Hi.

Effie Boots is my new doll.

My daddy just brought her home.

Oh, she sure is unusual,

isn't she?

Is she new?

Yeah, kid in the building's got one just like it. I was lucky to find it.

Do you have any more?

No, just that one.

Well, nice to meet you.

Goodbye. I'm glad you're such a good loser.

I just hope whoever moves into my space has got a paint job that harmonizes with

your gray and my blue.

Maybe she found a new home.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Well, the Nelson girl's got a new doll by the name of Effie Boots. She just got

it today.

Mrs. Beasley, sir?

There's a very, very strong family resemblance.

Well, I suppose there's hundreds of Mrs. Beasleys in the world.

Oh, that seems hardly probable, sir.

Well, we can't go around accusing anybody. We've got proof, so in the

meantime... In the meantime, sir?

We'd better tell Buffy the truth.

Yes.

How was the park?

Oh, they had a wonderful time. I met a kid who could hold his breath until he

turns blue.

That ought to come in handy.

I'm just going to practice.

Come on, sis.

I picked these.

You're not supposed to pick things in the park, honey.

Sissy said it's okay to pick weeds.

I brought them for Mrs. Beasley.

Buffy, Mrs. Beasley isn't here.

Where is she?

Well... Well,

we're not sure.

See, she kind of slipped off the terrace and she's sort

of disappeared.

Buffy, we haven't been able to locate her as yet.

But, of course, we are still searching.

Sure. She just temporarily misplaced, that's all.

You understand?

People you love always go away.

I know.

Oh, no, honey. She'll be back.

She'll probably turn up before dinner.

Now, in the meantime, why don't you and French go out and buy another doll, huh?

Just to fill in.

Okay?

Okay.

Uncle Bill, what are we going to do about Mrs. Beasley?

Well, honey, there's not much we can do except just wait and hope she turns up.

If she doesn't, why, Buffy's going to have to get herself another doll.

Well, it just isn't that easy, Uncle Bill.

Mrs. Beasley isn't just a doll to Buffy.

Well, honey, I know she's attached to her, but she is a doll.

No, Uncle Bill.

When we lost Mother and Dad...

We were sent to live in three different places.

Mrs. Beasley was the only friend Buffy had.

I know.

All those nights when Buffy woke up from a bad dream and she wanted to call the

mother or daddy or me, she couldn't. We weren't there.

So she reached out to the only person she had left, Mrs. Beasley.

She's not just a doll, Uncle Bill.

There's nothing I'd like better in the world than to find her and bring her

to Buffy.

But what can I do, huh?

What kind of a doll would you like?

Buffy?

Whatever you say, Mr.

French.

Buffy...

Can't you tell the lady what it is you like about Mrs. Beasley?

I dislike her because she's Mrs. Beasley.

And you're looking for a doll to take her place?

Nobody could do that.

Of course not, Buffy. But while we're awaiting Mrs.

Beasley's safe return, which of these dolls would you like?

Mr. French, would it be all right if I wait for Mrs. Beasley to help me decide?

Good night, Uncle Bill.

Well, it's about that time already.

I'm going to go to bed myself pretty soon. I've got a big golf game tomorrow.

When are you going to teach me how to play golf?

I think I better learn how myself first.

Good night.

Good night.

to be awfully lonely sleeping without Mrs. Beardsley. I know.

Good night, Jody.

Good night.

Buffy? Yes?

Want to sleep with my turtle tonight?

Okay.

Buffy?

Are you awake?

Sort of.

Can't you go to sleep?

Uh -uh.

Neither can I.

Would you mind if I came over with you for a while?

If you want to.

What you doing?

Nothing.

Well, it's too nice a day to do nothing. Why don't you go over to the park with

French and he'll take you to the zoo?

Thanks, but I'll just stay here.

I thought you liked the zoo.

Somebody has to be here when Mrs. Beasley gets back.

I didn't think of that.

Oh, shouldn't you be leaving for your golf game, sir?

Well, call Mike at the club and tell him to go ahead with the others. I'm going

to be tied up.

Ah, yes, sir. The Beesney matter, sir?

I'm going to have another little talk with the Nelsons.

Hi. Hi. Can I talk to you a minute? Sure. Come on in.

Thank you.

Change your mind about moving?

No. A deal's a deal.

Mr. Davis. Hello, Miss Nelson.

Uh, look, I don't know exactly how to say this, but, um, I've been thinking

about that doll that you brought home for your little girl yesterday.

Effie Boots? Yeah.

Uh, would you mind telling me where you got it?

Well, Mr. Nelson bought it because it looked so much like your little girl's.

Well, now, see, that's just the point. Did you buy it, or did you maybe find it

someplace? Hey, what is this?

Well, now, my little girl's got a doll exactly like that one, and it fell off

our terrace about the same time you'd be getting home.

Are you suggesting that I picked up your niece's doll?

There's a remarkable resemblance.

Come to think of it, the doll wasn't wrapped when Melissa took it out of your

briefcase.

George, you did buy it.

Of course I bought it. From a man on the street corner.

Look, I may be hard to get along with about blue paint chips, but do I look

the kind of a man who'd go around picking up little girls' dolls?

Your niece would certainly know her own doll.

Certainly she would. No doubt about it. Then why don't you bring her up to see

it? Clara!

Whose side are you on? You're putting me on trial.

An innocent man should be cleared.

I'll go get Buffy.

Effie Boots.

Buffy?

Couldn't that be Mrs. Beasley?

Oh, no, Uncle Bill.

She's not anything like Mrs.

Beasley.

I would call that complete vindication.

Okay, Buffy.

Maybe you and Melissa can get together for a little tea party or something.

When Mrs. Mrs. Beasley gets back.

Uh -huh.

Well, what can I say?

Doll looks so much like Mrs. Beasley, I guess I'm getting desperate.

Forget it.

You two had such a good case against me, I was beginning to suspect myself.

I hope you find Mrs. Beasley.

Good morning. I have a rather strange request. I'm trying to find this doll.

She's, uh...

Oh,

thanks for letting me look around, Diane. I know the maid said it

didn't land here, but then you never can tell.

Bill, aren't you taking this a little too seriously?

You know, any child's upset when they lose a favorite toy, but, well, maybe if

you give her a little time, she'll get over it.

Well, that's very reassuring to you and to me, but it's not much for a six -year

-old to hang on to in the dark.

It's not.

Oh, such a little thing she wants, French.

Plain old, inexpensive doll, and I can't give it to her.

Well, Mrs. Beasley started at point A. She never got to point B.

Now, where did she go?

Excuse me, sir.

Good afternoon.

Miss Pendleton was wondering... Has Mr.

Davis found the doll yet?

Not yet, I'm afraid, no.

May I?

Oh, thank you, Mr. French.

Very kind of you. Not at all. Even emptying a wastebasket.

You're every inch a gentleman.

I do. I appreciate the company.

Excuse me.

I didn't know you had such a good view of my terrace from here.

I'm going to have to be more careful.

Good evening. May I take your stove, Miss Penley? Oh, no, thank you. It's a

little cool. I think I'll keep it here.

Buffy in bed?

Yes, son. Apparently asleep.

Excuse me, sir.

Well, I'm sorry I've been such a wet blanket tonight.

That's all right. Dinner was lovely.

You know, when a man isn't in a dancing mood, he's not in a dancing mood.

You know, it's nice here.

It's quiet and peaceful.

Except it's a little cool. I think I'd like my stove.

Bill, my purse.

Hey, now, the purse landed on the terrace. Why didn't Mrs. Beasley?

They slid down the umbrella and landed right there.

Yeah.

Well, Mrs.

Beasley should have done the same thing unless you moved that... Did you move

that umbrella?

Everything's exactly the same as yesterday.

Except... Except what?

Except yesterday, the basket for my clippings was sitting right there.

Come on. We got some.

Oh, excuse us.

Help yourself. I got no monopoly. Thank you.

Say, did you happen to come across a doll about that big with a blue polka

dress that's got kind of a funny -looking sad smile on it? If you want

your best bet is the West Side. A lot of dolls in that trash.

You folks own a scavenger hunt?

No, this is very important.

That's life.

You'd be surprised the people I meet.

Everybody has his approach.

No, it's an old sweater.

I'm not that choosy.

There she is.

And none the worse for wear.

Mrs. Beasley, am I glad to see you. Now look at her. You've got to admire her

courage, don't you?

Still smiling after all she's been through.

Thank you, sir.

It's all yours.

Come back any time.

Competition is the lifeblood of free enterprise.

I just had a dream.

I dreamed Mrs.

Beasley came back.

Well, dreams come true sometimes, you know.

Mrs. Beasley, where have you been?

She'll tell you all about it in the morning.

Now you two go to sleep, huh?

We will, Uncle Bill. Good night.

Good night.

Hey, you know what?

What?

All of a sudden, I feel like going dancing.

So do I.

What are you doing up?

My turtle's gone.

I woke up and he's gone. We've got to find him, Uncle Bill. We've just got to.

Come and find him, Uncle Bill.

Sure.

Thank you.