All language subtitles for seizoen_02

It seems to me, gazing back across the
decades, that my journey into womanhood

began on the streets of East London.

working as a midwife in the city's
poorest quarter.

I never knew an idle day, and it spent
hours, a single moment, without some

sense of purpose.

I could be bone -tired and I would
rally, exhausted and bounce back time

again.

Many

happy

returns, Jenny.

Thank you.

Life was fueled by learning.

But there was laughter, too.

And I was forging friendships that would
last me all my days.

Stop! There's something in my shoe!

Go quickly and do hurry up! The bus went
away, but neither will Rosano Brasi!

Never mind Rosano Brasi. It's their
tummy.

Sorry, sorry.

That cough and ashes.

Evening, ladies.

Hello, Peter. I just got into the most
atrocious bits with the steamed sponge

pudding. One has to constantly top up
the pan with water or else the film will

just explode.

No harm done, Camilla. Go and enjoy your
film.

I can still see bits of syrup on the
braid.

We strove to serve women living
alongside and amongst them.

Men were creatures that you married.

or marveled at, yearned for, or found
somehow perplexing.

Mainly, they made work for us, and we
knew no rest.

Sister Julianne has already gone to Mrs.
Hall.

Water's broke a week before the due
date.

Clinic starts two o 'clock sharp this
afternoon. In the meantime, Sister

Bernadette, you'll man the phone.

Nurses Lee and Noakes, you can take the
booking in, Liz. Nurse Miller, I think

we should add in Mrs. Mornsey to the
morning calls. The baby's refused a

again and we should check him for tongue
tie.

Yes, Sister.

Okay, we started.

These cabbie groups have got a mind of
their own this morning.

Where would we be without Nurse Franklin
bringing up the rear like a poodle at

the circus?

Mafeking buildings are all yours.

Single -handed?

But there's been 18 busts there this
month alone.

Well, hark at the oracle.

Maybe you can ask them while you're
there if they know what cause it.

But, Sister, from experience...
Experience?

If you had more experience and less
confidence, I might be inclined to

you. Mafeking buildings, and that's
final.

Yes.

You'll just have to keep your head down,
Trixie.

Sister will have forgotten all about it
by the end of the day. I might get a

supplementary lecture during clinic.

I got needing to learn some respect the
other day. What Sister Evangelina needs

to learn is that respect goes both ways.

And you can hold your horses, young
Trixie. I have never known a train

as much oil as yours.

We don't want you coming off and
incurring further wrath, do we? No. And

ignore all that stuff about experience.

What she says.

Deep down is a load of hot air.

Trouble is, Brad, deep down I know...

You've forgotten something.

Plenty more like her at home.

Mrs. Brignall.

Molly Brignall.

Nitrous oxide, also known as gas and
air, is a wonderful method of pain

Is it the same as that Pifedine?

In my view, it's much better.

We'll be offering nitrous oxide in the
new maternity home.

I want to stay in my own home.

You've got a car. Why can't you bring it
in your boot?

I suppose in theory I could.

Doctor only comes out in complicated
cases.

Now, if Doctor's agreeable, we'll have a
little demonstration of how this

apparatus works.

Thank you, Nurse.

Perhaps you'd climb onto the couch.

It's perfectly safe to inhale the gas
when you're lying down, as, of course,

will be when you're in labour.

Nurse notes if you take over. This form
of pain relief really is top -hole.

The midwife will turn it on and off for
you, but rule number one is you start to

breathe the gas before the contraction
really gets its boots on.

Thus, the pain begins.

I indicate this to my attendant.

The gas is activated.

I breathe in and out.

As nurse is saying, you then simply
breathe deeply and evenly until the

contraction passes.

It reduces the pain.

and gives a hazy, relaxed feeling that
many describe as being rather pleasant.

What if you take an overdose?

It's not possible.

Nurse remains in charge, and after the
contraction, a few breaths of ordinary

air will bring you round.

Nurse.

Nurse.

You can let go of the mask now.

All in all, a thoroughly pleasant
sensation.

I don't hold with all this gas and air
malarkey.

It's downright cruel showing a woman
pain relief when you can't give it to

But you can give it to them in the
maternity home.

Maternity home.

Since Dr Turner lost his wife, it's been
nothing but grand schemes.

We'll have half these then trying to
book in there instead of gritting their

teeth and getting on with it.

They shouldn't have to grit their teeth
and get on with it.

All of the younger midwives have been
trained in analgesia. I've been trained

myself.

When are you going to get yourself to an
optician?

Your work and your patients will suffer
if you can't see what you're doing.

Dr. Evangeline and Molly Brignall missed
her appointment today.

Oh, another one. She's almost at term.
We haven't seen her for four weeks now.

You're just going to have to call in
there tomorrow after you've finished

morning list. Yes, sister.

I don't know. No, you don't know, do
you?

We ain't got a penny piece.

What am I supposed to do?

It's nearly my time. I can't do it.

Midwife calling. Is anyone at home?

I'm afraid if you don't answer, someone
more senior will have to call tomorrow.

Come in, nurse.

Cup of tea, nurse?

From the pot.

No, thank you.

I'll bring a fresh bottle of milk back
after I've done the shift.

Kindle day.

Whatever the lady wants, eh?

Sorry to call by unannounced.

But it is a worry when you don't come to
the clinic.

Found the wrong bus route.

What's this?

Paint it on the handle of a wardrobe.

According to your notes, you're down for
a home delivery, Molly.

I love all this looking like the ideal
homebody.

Oh, hello, lovely.

This is my little Lorraine.

Is that you, the nurse?

No -one's going to hurt you.

I can't understand why that hovel has
been passed as fit for home delivery.

I checked the records when I got back,
and five weeks ago it was deemed as

suitable. Jenny, five weeks ago it was.

I passed it fit myself.

It was probably her mother, when I
delivered Molly's first.

She was at it non -stop with Darjeel.

If someone was helping Molly, then we
have to find out why that help has

stopped, and if it can be resumed before
the baby's born.

Sister Monica Joan, you haven't had the
Swiss roll.

I cannot excite myself about a fatless
sponge.

It is principally air, and I feel
untouched by it.

You must speak for Molly's mother.

If an improvement cannot be guaranteed,
then Molly must be booked into the

hospital for a hospital birth.

She was adamant she didn't want that.

Or more to the point, her husband didn't
want that.

Sorry, but I find that the most
disturbing thing of all.

I wouldn't get for another cup of tea.

No shillings, Callie. By all accounts,
Bella Collins pops a mouth as though

she's shelling peas.

With any luck, we'll be back in time for
Horlicks.

Here comes the cavalry.

Bella! It's the nurses!

Obviously not a full salon.

I'll leave you to it.

Newt has gone off for the evening shift.
I need to go and buy myself a pie.

I'm just being considerate asking for
sandwiches.

about, Bella.

Now, Nurse Butler said last time you had
a splendid chat about Pat Boone between

contractions.

And during contractions, I scream my
bloody head off. Oh, it never gets any

easier.

And I've gone off Pat Boone since he
sang Tooty Fruity.

Oh, tickety -boo.

Now, if Nurse Miller helps me rearrange
the bedclothes, it might well be when we

examine you, you're ready to start
helping baby on its way.

Oh, Mark's fairly.

You've already put the paper on the
mattress.

Oh, I reckon it's a right big bugger
this time.

What's going on? What's going on?

What's going on?

What's going on? What's going on? What's
going on? What's going on?

What's going on? What's going on?

What's going on? What's going on? What's
going on? What's going on? What's going

on? What's going on? What's going on?
What's going on? What's going on? What's

going on? What's going on? What's going
on? What's going on? What's going on?

What's going on?

What's going on?

What's going on? What's going on?

What's going on? What's going on? What's
going on? What's going on? What's going

on? What's going on? What's going on?
What's going on?

What's going on? What's going on?

What's going on?

What's going on

Perhaps you'd like to try some
pethidine. I'm not going down that road

Make the wallpaper look as if it's
moving.

I need the doctor.

Mrs Grey, I need to talk to you.

Molly was as good as gold till she was
14.

Then she got a bus and started giving
lip.

She started saying, why did you send me
off to the country? Didn't you want me?

I never asked to go.

She'd been home years then.

I didn't think she could remember being
on the phone.

Was she evacuated during the war?

Tented in Kent.

Molly and her brother.

Labels ran her next brand -new plimsoll.

And her dad was just a telegram in a
mantelpiece.

Missing in action at El Alamein.

Mrs Grey, the worst thing about my job
is that I sometimes have to pry.

I'm afraid I've come here today to pry
about Molly.

You don't want to be getting mixed up in
her sort of mess.

You're a young girl.

You want to be out doing your dancing
somewhere way up west?

No, I don't.

I did my dancing during the war.

It was like my kids had been magicked
away.

I thought we could just pick up the
pieces when peace came, but we never

My boy's in the army now.

I saved up, got a phone put in, but he
never calls.

I've got keys cut for Molly, but she
don't come round.

We are quite worried about Molly and Mrs
Grey.

I was wondering if you yourself had any
concerns.

What do you mean, apart from him?

Apart from him and including him.

She won't talk to me about anything.

She's just always saying that she loves
me, Mum.

He protects me.

He never lets me out of his sight.

I never wanted her to marry him.

When the first was on the way, I was
terrified he wouldn't.

But he did.

If Molly can't clean up her living
conditions, Mrs Grey, I'm very much

the social services will want to get
involved.

Is it as bad as that?

It's every bit as bad as that.

You were right to send for me.

I'd always be concerned about antepartum
haemorrhage when the pain is very

acute. But all is well.

There's no cause for concern.

Oh, none at all.

I'm only having a blooming baby.

Everything's going like clockwork
better.

Absolutely. You'll be done and dusted in
an hour or two. I want gas.

Dr Turner's got some in his boot. He
said so when he was at the clinic.

I want gas!

Well done, Bella. Well done.

I just want little pushes now.

Can you hear me?

Little push.

Head's born.

Bravo.

Absolutely top notch.

And so is the gas and air, if I may say
so.

Now, Bella.

I want one absolutely mammoth push, and
then it'll all be over.

Concentrate now.

Congratulations,

Mrs Collins.

You have a little girl, Bella.

I was afraid in the news about that
guest.

Oh, does she worry?

Then who'll be wondering it?

to do.

Wonderful.

The flat's in pristine condition and so
are you.

I'll let Sister Julianne know all's well
and register you for home delivery.

Nobody told me we'd be having company.

Molly's baby's almost due, Mr Brignall.

She'll have regular visits from midwives
from now on.

I didn't mean you. I meant her.

Get out! Get out! We don't need you
here. I look after her. I know what's

You know you took yourself and I leave.

Don't push me. Leave. Please don't hurt.

I will not let you leave.

Get out.

Get out and leave us alone.

I've said it to her and I'll say it to
you. You clear out of my arm or I'll

her and I'll burn her again.

That's enough.

Where's Lorraine?

She went behind the sofa.

You've seen him in action now?

Yes, I have.

It certainly sounds like assault.

But we need to speak to Molly Brignall.

Could an officer go round to the flat?

We could try.

But if she won't press charges, we can't
prosecute.

I could press charges. Richie threatened
me.

I think if you did that now, Richie
would not allow Molly to receive care.

The needs of the patient must come
first.

I know Molly's needs, sister.

She needs him.

And worse, she wants him.

She thinks he loves her. I can tell.

Whenever he's in the room, her eyes
follow him.

Like a dog's eyes. It's pitiful.

No.

We're not here to pity.

We're here to serve.

A man may beat his wife with a stick no
bigger than his thumb.

It is enshrined in statute and
occasionally cited in the courts.

Sister, are you sure that's still the
case?

He is entitled to do it.

If he puffs over him, insults his beard,
or whips his pain upon his teeth.

I am reminded of the latter, because my
own molars have been a source of some

discomfort.

And we are faced with ginger nuts again.

You are apprised of my method, sister.

I await your permission.

Of course.

No more gas and air at home delivery.

I've had it out with Dr. Turner and he
has conceded defeat.

Absolutely not.

Women have been begging for gas and air.
And you have absolutely no business

giving in to them.

The doctor's been prevented from seeing
half his patients.

He was just sat at his desk and his face
was grey.

I'm sorry, sister, but it's 1958.

Women want pain relief.

Good management of labour is not about
medical folder roles. It is about care

and making sure the woman feels
supported.

Besides, we already carry pethidine, and
nitrous oxide simply isn't practical.

If you ask me, Dr. Kern has completely
overreached himself.

If anyone else noticed, a button's come
off his clinical coat.

Got no one to sew it on for him.

Hardly inspired confidence.

Oh, and he's poor little boy, looking
quite unkempt.

Speak more respectfully of Doctor,
please.

And I'll thank you to hand me the malt
loaf.

Anything exciting?

Just reading Situations Vacant, for old
times' sake.

Takes me right back to my otherwise
entirely ghastly youth.

Dreaming of Africa and the missions.

There's a six -month posting here to
Sierra Leone.

Just my cup of tea, once upon a time.

Will you test me on the prostitution
laws?

You can recite the prostitution laws in
your sleep.

I can recite them in my sleep.

That's the point.

I'm aiming for promotion.

No point in ambitions if you don't try
to achieve them.

No. I don't suppose there is.

Now, shall we begin with importuning, or
do you want to ring the changes with

procurement?

Molly, are you there?

Please, open the door Molly.

I'd leave the board.

Molly, in the next few days, you're
going to have a baby.

And you are going to need help.

And I think you know that.

What should I do when the baby comes?

You must telephone Nanata's house.

That's Poplar 459.

We've arranged for you to have the baby
in the maternity home.

What about Lorraine?

You mustn't leave her alone.

I never leave her alone.

And not him.

But I love him.

Of course you do.

You could ask your mother to look after
her.

Molly?

Molly!

I struggled then, though I do not now,
to comprehend that not all love was

or all obedience holy.

I swear.

One day, if I ever go a long way away
from here, this is the smell that would

have me sobbing hot tears of nostalgia.

Sarcenes malt and a dash of printer's
ink.

You aren't going a long, long way away,
are you?

Gosh, no.

Honeymoon in Ramsgate. That was enough
to quench my wanderlust.

Besides, I have a pack of wolf cubs to
keep in order.

No, this is home now.

Wherever I went, I'd wing my way back
here like a... Valley racing pigeon.

Home, hearties, all of that.

The heart ends up making its home in
some very peculiar places, if you ask

You're talking about Molly Bricknell?

I've never loved a brutal man.

I've loved a wrong one.

It was so hard to break away.

For Molly, that would be even harder.

I'm not sure if she could find the
courage.

Gosh, courage.

Wish we could bottle it like gas and
air.

Sister Evangelina wouldn't approve.

Prescription had to be revised, so it
did seem justified.

The frames really do suit you.

They're much lighter than your old pair.

Oh, it's not the colour.

It's absolutely the up -sweep.

Opens the peepers wider than three coats
of mascara.

Do come and look at Sister Valadette's
glasses.

Only be improved by Diamante on the arm.

I don't think you can get Diamante on
the National Health.

Are they on the National Health?

Oh, go on.

Indulge me.

What do you think?

I take it the upswept frame and I are
not soulmates.

Sister, it is time to partake of the
privilege of silence.

I'm off.

I'll bring you back a baby, Shane.

If you're good.

I'm always good.

So come here and give us a kiss.

No, you come here.

Nah.

And I want to rear that boat going.

House Midway speaking.

Camilla, it's me.

Mr. Rupert.

We're both on duty. I'm just off on a
house call.

Listen, we've had a call from the West
India Dock night watchman.

It seems there's a woman in labour on a
ship.

Passenger ship?

No, cargo.

Cargo? Women aren't permitted on cargo
ships.

I have to say, I don't much like the
sound of it.

Who's on call?

Trixie. Don't send her on her own.

Fetch Jenny, quickly.

some sort of a rule, we could end up
being robbed and floating face down in

dark. Come on, now. All the nice girls
love a sailor.

Renata's house. Midwife speaking.

It's Molly Bricknell's mother.

I'm bringing her to the maternity home.

I'm sorry, Trixie. I need to go to
Molly.

But you've already said you'll come with
me.

Molly needs to be with somebody she
trusts.

Who alerted the night watchman?

It was this gentleman, Sister
Evangelina.

He's the captain of the ship you can see
across the river.

Ah.

Well, I shan't waste my breath asking
you a straight question, as I won't get

straight answer.

My English has limits.

German.

No spracking. You're out of luck.

Ship's sailing under the Swedish flag,
Sister.

No spracking Swedish, either.

Have anyone in Spanish? I expected this
man's papers.

No, this is no time to play the
shrinking violet.

It just seems rather irregular.

How is the mother?

Ah, a horn squeak, a very great scream,
every five minutes.

Is that regular enough for you?

Yeah, follow me.

I've been more like a hospital.

No, not at all.

Dr. Turner's in charge and the midwives
deliver the babies just as they would if

you were at home.

Will you deliver mine?

Of course.

That's why I'm here.

I've never been on an ocean -going
vessel in my life.

Just shake your golden curls.

Pretend it's the good ship Lollipop.

But how will they get us on board?

Probably winch this boat up.

Be a piece of cake.

Quicken it, Deacon.

Best not.

Very well.

And now, uh, to follow me.

I'm sorry.

I'm not really dressed for gymnastics.

Put us out together. No one's going to
be looking out for drawers.

Um, uh, important.

We have bags.

Well,

I won't waste my breath saying after
you, you can touch up your lipstick

while you're waiting.

Don't be afraid, you can do it.

You can do it!

Oh, Lord, if I've ever given you the
impression that I don't believe in you,

absolutely promise that I do now.

One curtain call only. Your bouquet is
in the post.

Our feet are sane. Froy lines only.

Uh, Captain?

Go on.

I'm so happy to see some other women.

Men.

They don't know anything.

Me? I don't know much.

You don't need to know anything.

Now we're here.

I'm Sister Evangelina, and this is Nurse
Franklin.

I'm Kirsten. What's a pretty name?

Kirsten.

Let's have a little look, shall we?

The baby looks nice and cosy.

But I can't be expecting... Penard, if
you wouldn't... Oh, please.

We're in for shenanigans, mark my words.

Yeah.

Yes, a heartbeat.

A baby.

Ticking away to beat the band.

A baby.

Of course. Are you certain? Yes.

And a good thing, too. I didn't think of
taking out your appendix.

My father said it was a baby.

He'll remember my mother's cries when
she gives birth to me.

Your father?

Yes, the captain.

My mother died many years ago.

I want her examined internally, without
delay.

Yes, sister.

How am I going to output the bath canal?
She's wedged into that bunk like a sod.

I'm sorry to have to break this to you,
but you're just going to have to use

her.

Sorry, sweetheart, but we really need to
put you somewhere comfy where you can

lie on your back with your legs apart.

Would you tell that to my father?

It wasn't so bad when he first brought
me on board, but there's more flesh to

now than it was then.

I have had men slide right off my body
and fall onto the floor. Men?

The sailors.

See? My father always says, There's no
fighting on a ship when the crew have a

woman they could go to for a leave.

He's got it all organized, hasn't he? He
thinks of everything.

You feel under my pillow?

Go on.

What an absolutely enormous amount of
conscious that fish.

My father has never, ever left me run
out of rubber.

And I'm free from this season.

Hot water, bright lights, soap and
towels.

Comprende? And if he doesn't comprende,
do you?

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'll figure it out. Let's go.

Let's go.

I don't want to meet you.

Sister,

I don't know what you've done to
yourself, but I want you on that chair

I've dislocated my shoulder.

I can feel the displacement. I can't
move my arm.

I've a jolly good mind to give you
pepidin. The pepidin is for the patient.

to happen.

They don't do it like we do, obviously.

They stay standing, or that one did.

As though it's like the feeling of the
sun on his back.

It's all right.

Try not to bite your lip, Molly. I want
you to breathe.

Thank you, dad.

But you deserve it.

If I deserve it, why did you wait until
now?

Thank you, Captain.

Ralph!

I'll take over from here.

Come here, Molly.

Sure.

Gosh.

Plenty of room in here.

Sister.

what you were taught in training.

In training, they said a cesarean
section may be needed. We haven't got

luxury. You need her on her knees, with
her head on her forearms and her bottom

in the air. If I got her into that
position, she wouldn't be able to

We've got to get the cord out of the
way. If the baby's head crushes it on

way down, it will stop the oxygen and it
might die.

You look worried.

Oh, no.

That's just my silent sympathetic class.

On your feet.

What? I need your chair.

What are you going to do?

Put your feet up?

Not my feet, sister. Her pelvis.

Trust me, sister.

You look like a lion tamer.

Frankly, Sister Evangelina, taming a
lion would be preferable.

Now, would you like some more brandy?
No, thank you. I am replete. Then I'll

proceed.

Sweetie, can you raise your bottom?

As far as you can.

Taking as much weight on your shoulders
as possible.

It's all very well playing tricks with
gravity, but how is she actually going

deliver in that position?

I think I bought one, boss.

Unless it has an oxygenation on it,
that's of no interest to me.

And, sister, I asked you to trust me.

Because if you don't, I won't trust
myself.

And Carsten won't trust me either.

Yes, I am.

I trust you.

I trust you.

You lived up with it.

Ready, sweetie?

I'm going to press very hard on your
baby's head.

But you need to stay exactly where you
are.

Let's give it a check, yeah?

Feel for the pubic bone with your left
hand.

Keep up the external pressure.

You won't tear the sack because we are
not going to lose this baby.

The cords flip back, and I can't feel
anything but the baby's head.

Just put him on your chest a moment.

Richie wanted a boy.

I hope you've got his father's eyes.

He was like that little foal.

He'd be up on his legs and running
around in a minute.

How through the flowers and the grass.

I imagine he would.

My mum said to me, Mo, you shouldn't
romanticise.

You shouldn't always go seeing the
beauty when there ain't none.

But if I didn't then, what would the
baby say?

I'll have to smack it on the backside.

No.

Don't touch her.

Gordon, don't.

They need to have that.

Drink it all fast. No.

No.

You've made the crew very happy.

I always make them happy.

It's my job.

Well, if you intend to continue in this
vein, you'll have to sort your

contraception out.

I'll know that for a week.

I lived without friendship for such a
long time.

But today, you came.

And she came too.

So now I have a friend forever.

Stroke my head.

Nurse.

You have gratitude from me.

And you'll have gratitude from me, sir,
when you have a boat waiting for me at

the quay at noon every day for the next
two weeks.

Poor Becker.

I cannot do that. You have no choice.

Your exploitation of your daughter has
been shameful.

And it's as easy for me to report you to
the police as it was for you to call

and ask for help.

My gift's not over until I see you
safely into hospital.

Make yourself useful. Pass me the gas in
the air.

Neighbours saw her coming back this
morning with a newborn in her arms.

It's very dangerous to discharge
yourself from care.

Welcome home.

Do you want to meet your little brother?

Yeah. Yeah?

Come on, let's go find him, eh?

Come here.

I'd do anything for a... I know.

She'd do anything for him.

I can't even tell you the things that
people say.

Ignore them, Mrs Grey. You know your own
daughter.

Yeah, I do.

I wish I could turn back the clock.

If I'd have been a better mother, I
could reach her now.

It's Molly whose skills are in doubt,
not yours.

It's all part and parcel of the same.

I made a mess of everything.

I called at Molly's flat each day, but
the door was never opened.

It seemed she'd locked herself away in
what she thought was love.

The truth was worse, though I didn't
know it.

And for all to her husband, Molly was
leaving her children alone, dosed with

milk and alcohol, so they didn't cry.

She knew nothing of her actions until
disaster struck.

In

court,

the couple were convicted of child
neglect.

They were both imprisoned.

And that was the end of Molly's journey
as a parent.

Meanwhile, Trixie, permitted now to go
to work in Slash, helped another mother

to make a better start.

Pushed to her limits, she had
flourished.

And with her support, loaded the
captain's daughter.

A little goodbye present, not gift
wrapped, I'm afraid.

It's from the National Health.

I'm Swedish, I pulled string.

And these are a very reputable brand.

They won't fail you like the last lot
did.

I don't need them.

Not this week, one would hope.

I'm going back to Stockholm.

I will leave on land and walk on grass.

And she will walk on grass.

And her bed will be her own.

Has the captain agreed to it?

I didn't ask him.

I told him.

And I would like to say he said yes
because he loves me.

But I think it's because he's ashamed of
himself.

I think he saw himself through your
eyes.

I saw myself through your eyes.

And I was pathetic.

No. No.

You were magnificent.

I wasn't then.

But I'm a mother now.

Love cannot ease every anguish in the
world, but tenderly applied, it can

transfigure fortunes, light up faces,
turn the tide.

Molly's children went to live with their
grandmother, who bought an immaculate

pram on higher purchase, investing in
the future whilst turning back the

Her spotless house became a happy home
again, centered on a baby boy and a

little girl.

There was pain, but she could bear it,
for her journey had come full circle.

They were a second chance at love.

And she was there.

So put on your bonnet, your cape and
your gloves.

Do you understand what a very great step
you're about to take?

Absolutely. And I'm utterly terrified.

Hello, stranger.

Oh, my gosh, didn't I?

What happened?

I did everything I could.

You understand we have to order these
questions?

Oh, the bonnet. Am I being accused of
something?

This occasion Lips have I to kiss

thee too In friendly persuasion

Thee is mine Though I don't know

many words of praise Thee pleasures me