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# Wait till the sun shines,
Nellie #

# When the clouds
go drifting by #

# We will be happy, Nellie

# Don't you sigh

# Down lover's lane,
we'll wander #

# Sweetheart, you and I

# Wait till the sun shines,
Nellie #

# By and by

# Down lover's lane,
we'll wander #

# Sweetheart, you and I

# Why don't you wait
till that sun shines, Nellie #

# By and by?

Thank you.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,
I want you to gather 'round.

I want to talk to you now on
the subject of materia medica.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

suppose you're suffering
from shingles.

What sane man
would refuse to give $10

for relief
from that annoying affliction?

Yet do I ask $10

for this sure, certain,
positive cure for shingles?

I do not.

Do I ask $5

for this sure, certain, positive
cure for jumping rheumatism,

rasping croup, blue chilblains,

red acne rosacea,
otherwise known as whiskey nose?

Constable,
that man's the same swindler

that came through here last year

selling medicine to stop sheep
from sneezing.

Well, your sheep stopped sneezing

after you gave them the medicine.

You told me so yourself.

Of course they did,
but they only started sneezing

a couple hours afore he come to
my place to sell me the medicine

because he'd gone around,
spreading snuff

in all the sheep pens.

...the secrets of science.

And the secrets of
the naturalists, some so small,

so ridiculous,
it requires explanation.

Why, I ask...

Patience, my good man, patience.

Oh, patience.

Ladies and gentlemen, here is a man

that cannot even wait
for his bottle.

You ever been in this part
of the country before?

Never, never.

Ladies and gentlemen, $1,
one lone shinplaster.

That's him, constable.
Arrest him.

Arrest me?
Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Looks like trouble.

Why, young man,
you must be suffering from

a temporary aberration
of your mental organism.

Why, I...

Run after him!

I don't aim to run after anybody

when I can send
a messenger instead.

Giddap!

Nice shooting, sir.

Missed.
I was aiming at the badge.

Come on.

Professor?
Brought you some cigars.

Thank you, thank you.

You don't think there's any danger

of these bucolic louts
recognizing you, do you?

They never saw me

except when I had burnt cork
all over my face.

Blue get away?

With the wagon.

Ruined again.

Oh, he'll wait for us
in the next town.

How are the accommodations
in there?

Not bad. Not good.

Bring me some liquor.

Against the law.
Local option.

Barbarism! Tyranny!

Anyway, I'm broke.
I bought me a fishing boat.

Yeah, I, too, am a pauper.

I'm afraid the forces of law
and order caught up with us

at an awkward moment.

However, 30 days are not forever.

You intend to spend
the time fishing, I presume?

Good bass weather.

That's going to make my stay
in this calaboose so much nicer.

Be thinking of you.

Mind if I tie up to your wharf?

No, not at all.

Have you seen my mommy?

I might have.
How would I know her?

Oh, she's very beautiful,

and she has a lavender dress on

with the biggest sleeves
in the world... all lace.

She's coming home on the biggest
steamboat in the world.

Everybody on the boat

keeps on saying over and over
how beautiful she is.

My daddy's with her.

I guess I haven't seen her.

Couldn't forget anyone like that.

Hello, I'm Johnny Rutledge.

I'm January Chalotte.

What are you gonna do
with those fish?

Oh, I'm gonna make a campfire
and cook them.

You could cook them up
at our house.

I don't know.
I kind of steer clear of houses.

We'd split some greens with you

if you'd split some fish with us.

Well, I'm hungry.

Maybe those greens a good idea.

You live here?

Yeah, right here.

Well, come on.

Get away, Pic.

That's Picayune.
He's our dog.

Good dog.
Looks like he could hunt.

Hey, he plays that thing real good.

That's Feb.

That's my second brother, February.

January and February.

What's your name?

May.

May?

What happened to March and April?

That's us.

They're twins.

They're 9 years old.

Oh.

Better start getting supper ready.

We're having fish.

Best greens I ever ate.

Guess we better clear now

so we can go outside
before it's bedtime.

You clear, May.
I'll scrape.

The twins will wash and dry.

What does Feb do?

Oh, he just plays.

Got a job for me?

You're a guest.
You just sit.

Oh, thanks.

You know "big rock candy mountain"?

Yep, we all know it.
Will you start it?

Sure.

# Oh

# the buzzin'
of the bees #

# then
the chewing-gum trees #

# near
the soda-water fountain #

# at the lemonade Springs,
where the bluebird sings #

# on the big rock
candy mountain #

# on a summer day
in the month of May #

# a fella came a-hikin'

# down a shady lane

# through the sugarcane

# he was lookin'
for his likin' #

# as he roamed along,
he sang a song #

# of the land
of milk and honey #

# where a fella can stay
for many a day #

# and he won't need any money

# oh

# the buzzin' of...

# The bees

# and the chewing-gum...
# trees

# near the soda-water...

# Fountain

# at the lemonade...
# Springs

# where the bluebird
# sings

# on the big rock
candy mountain #

# oh

# the

# buzzin' of the bees

# and the chewing-gum trees

# near the soda-water fountain

# at the lemonade Springs,
where the bluebird sings #

# on the big rock
candy mountain #

# on the

# big rock candy mountain

well, that was pretty good.

How about another?

Where's Feb?

You just don't see or hear him go.

He's always been like that.

Pa used to say he was
part indian, part deer mouse.

Hmm.

That's the best mouth organ
I ever heard.

Who taught him to play?

Nobody.

He learned just
from listening to the bands

in the steamboats
down at the landing.

Look, everybody.

If you see a load of hay
in the moonlight

and you spit in your hand,
your wish will come true.

I wish we lived
in a big house on a hill

like judge Millett.

I wish we had shoes and stockings.

I wish I had a shotgun
so we'd have duck

and... and marsh hens
instead of fish all the time.

Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired
of fish.

I just wish my mommy'd come home,

and I wish she'd be wearing
the biggest hat

and have gloves on her hands
like the judge's daughter wears

and have a whole basket
of nice things for all of us

and a friend for me,

and I wish she'd come
and lie down on my bed with me

until I went to sleep.

Now, where's he off to?

I don't know,
but he does that sometimes.

It's when I talk about my mommy.

Well, I guess I'd better be going.

Bye, Mr. Rutledge.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thanks for supper.

Anything wrong, fella?

Nothing wrong.

Just trying to set out
a trotline, that's all.

Don't lie to me, Sonny.

Your ma and pa are dead,
aren't they?

They were on the dixie queen
when she had that accident.

Got the letter six months ago.

Never told anybody

'cause we didn't want
to go to the orphan home.

Only Feb and me know.

Never told the younger ones...

Especially May.

You won't tell, will you,
Mr. Rutledge?

Don't worry.

I won't tell anyone.

Go ahead.

Everybody's got to bawl sometime.

We've got no kinfolk at all.

Wish you were kin to us,
Mr. Rutledge.

Me?

Oh, what good would I do you?

Lots!

You... you could live with us

and... and be an uncle
or something.

Then they wouldn't have no right
at all to take us away.

Let me tell you something, Jan.

I was a family man once.

That is, I had a brother
and sister younger than me.

And we were poor... dirt poor.

I started to work when I was 10,

and I worked so hard, I got to
be half owner of a paper mill.

By that time,
I thought I was fixed.

My sister and brother had grown up.

They didn't need me anymore.

Then one day, my partner ran off
with the company money...

all of it.

When I got through
paying all that was owed,

you know what I had left?

This.

And I made up my mind
right then and there

that a gold watch and fob
wasn't enough pay

for all the years that I'd worked.

So, I fish and I roam.

And I keep this to remind me

that I get more
out of fishing and roaming

than I ever did
being a substantial citizen.

That's why
I don't want any ties, Jan.

You get kinfolk, you feel like
you got to do for them,

and I'm not doing anything
for anybody anymore

except Johnny Rutledge.

I see what you mean.

I'm sorry.
I hope things work out for you.

I'll figure something.

Sure you will.

Good luck to you.

Goodbye.

Bye.

6 cents.

I just want a nickel's worth.

Got a cord of wood, Mr. Staley.
Want it?

As long as there's
woodburning steamboats,

I want wood for them.

Hello, Jan.

Oh, hello, Mr. Rutledge.

That wood solid oak, cut to size?

Yes, sir.
75 cents.

Gave me $1 last time.

If you say I did, I must have.

All right.
$1 for the cord.

Go stack it.
Already done it.

How long did it take you
to cut that wood, Jan?

About a week.

Cutting wood's hard work.

Ought to be more in it than $1.

Want to take a chance?
The wood... double or nothing?

$2 or I don't pay nothing?

That's the deal.

All right.

I'll take my $1,
Mr. Rutledge.

Chance for $2, Jan.

Come on.
I feel lucky.

You flip it.
I'll call it.

Go ahead.

Heads.

Heads it is.

You owe the boy another $1.

Yeah.

Here you are.

See?
I told you I felt lucky.

Thanks. Thank you.

Oh, don't thank me.
It was just a matter of luck.

Well, so long.
So long.

Hey, how about getting
my coin back?

Oh, I nearly forgot.

This coin's got a head
on both sides.

No foolin'.

Well, that was a stroke of luck,

coming onto a coin like that.

You knew it, Mr. Rutledge.
You knew it all the time.

Well, I just happened to have it.

Thought we might as well
make use of it.

Where you going?

Home and cut wood.

I owe Mr. Staley
another cord.

Oh, there's no need to do that.

Wouldn't be honest else.

Storekeeper's satisfied.
I don't know why you can't be.

Wouldn't be honest.

Jan.

Now, listen, Jan...

pa never would have held
with a two-headed coin.

But I was trying to save you
work, not make it for you.

Mr. Staley's got a cord coming,
and he's gonna get it.

All right.

If you're gonna be
so darn stubborn,

I guess I'll have to help you.

No need to help.

Oh, quiet.

You up yet?

Let me sit on your lap,
uncle Johnny.

Don't you "uncle Johnny" me.

No one's gonna take me in
with their pretty-women ways.

Would you take me in the house

and put me to bed, uncle Johnny?

All right.

Which way?

Nobody's put me to bed
since my mommy went away.

Well, you're gonna get
a first-class putting-to-bed

right now.

No use stalling.

I'll just sleep in these.

What about the nightgown situation?

Wore out,
but when my mommy comes home,

she'll make me some more.

Oh.

Well, here we go.

That's my mommy's favorite song.

She used to sing me to sleep.

Will you sing it to me,
uncle Johnny?

All right.

# In the gloaming

# oh, my darling

# when the lights
are dim and low #

# and the flickering shadows,
falling #

# softly come and softly go

# when the winds
are sobbing faintly #

# with a gentle, unknown woe

# will you think of me
and love me #

# as you did once long a...

I smell something burning,
uncle Johnny!

Oh! Oh!

My dress, uncle Johnny!

Yes!

I burned her dress.

That was the only dress she had,
Mr. Rutledge.

Don't know when we can get her
another one.

Well, I'll have to provide one.

Got any money?

Well, no, but...

dresses cost money.

I'll make her one.

You can sew, Mr. Rutledge?

Well, sure.
Now, don't you worry, May.

I'll, uh... I'll be back
in the morning with a nice dress

that I've stitched up for you.

I better get into town
to get some goods and a needle.

No need to go.

We got the goods
and the needle right here.

And a pattern.
A fine pattern, Mr. Rutledge.

Ma was gonna make May a dress
just before she went away.

Uh-huh.

Might as well get started.

Uh, yeah.

Uh-huh.

First, you got to find a space.

Then you got to spread
your material.

Help me, Feb.

Then you, uh... then you...

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Got to use these thingumajigs.

Please.

Sleeve.

Of course it's a sleeve.

What else could it be?
I knew it was a sleeve.

All right, give me a little help.

Come on, come on.
Spread them out.

Feb, get me the scissors.

Gonna cut this piece out
of the carpet?

That's gonna be a lot better.

Never did hold with patterns.

Make a dress to the fit
of the fitee, I always say.

See?

Yeah.
That's the back.

Now, where's the front?

My dress done yet, uncle Johnny?

Why aren't you asleep?

I was asleep, but I woke up.

Is it done yet?

Just about.

There!

Now we'll try it on.

What do you think?

You're absolutely right.
Well, let's take it off.

I'll have to make another one.

But the material is all used up.

Well, I have to go to town
and get some more.

The store is closed.

Well, I have to open it up.

Now, don't you worry.

I'll profit by my mistake,

and in the morning,
you'll have a dress as...

well, as good
as the judge's daughter's.

Now, you run on to bed.

Making me open up
12:00 at night.

"Emergency," he says.

Firemen have emergencies.

Doctors have emergencies.

First time I ever had one.

This is the ticket.

Have you got any means
to pay for it?

I sure have.

Real, genuine, solid,
14-karat gold.

Deal?

Deal.

Couldn't wait till morning, hmm?

No, sir.

Little girl
going on a midnight picnic?

Gonna take her picture
by the light of the moon.

"Emergency."

Oh, boy.

Sure fits good.

Isn't it beautiful?

Sure is.

You like it, huh?

It's the most wonderful dress
I ever saw.

Well, it ought to be.
I stayed up all night making it.

You're the best sewer I ever knew.

You're awfully smart, uncle Johnny.

There was nothing to it
once I got started.

Maybe you could make me
another one.

Then I could keep this one
just for Sundays.

Now, isn't that
just like a woman...

out to get everything she can
from a man?

Please, uncle Johnny.

Well, I got to get a few nights
good sleep first.

Can't stay up all night very often.

Haven't got the health for it.

Well, I got to be going.

Oh, Mr. Rutledge?

A mighty pretty dress.

Not bad.

Funny thing.

Thought there were roses
on that dress good yesterday.

Today, they're checks.

Oh, who can tell blue checks
from red roses?

Think I'll fish a while.

Quarter of 7:00. They ought
to be biting good about now.

Where's your watch fob,
Mr. Rutledge?

My watch fob?

Well, I guess I... guess I lost it.

Yes, sir, I guess I just went
and lost that watch fob.

Got to remember to look for it.

What'd you mean about May...

"isn't that just like a woman"?

Oh, I didn't mean
anything particular.

Just a manner of speaking.

But as long
as we're on the subject,

I might as well give you a word
of warning for the future.

Look out for women, boy.

I know what I'm talking about.

I was gonna get married once.

Thought butter would melt
in that girl's mouth.

You know what she did when
I lost the paper mill that time?

She turned me down.

Wasn't me she wanted.

It was what I could give her.

When she did that, I figured,
"what's the use?"

Me alone.
Don't need anything.

So never trust a woman, Jan.

You remember that.

I will, sir.

Oh, don't pay any attention
to anything I tell you.

There it is.

Now, I hope there'll be
some eating around here

besides catfish and greens.

Couple of times
I came here to supper,

that's all there was on the menu.

Smoked ham.

White flour.

And licorice.

A sure-enough shotgun.

Good as it was 40 years ago.

Now, there's no excuse

for not having duck on the table
after this.

For you.

You're awfully good to us.

What time is it,
Mr. Rutledge?

Lost the watch, too,
well as the fob?

I must have mislaid it.

It was a nice thing to do.

Don't get any ideas.
Did it for myself, not you.

Don't want my enjoyment spoiled

while I'm lolling around
someplace, having a good time.

Don't want to have
to think of nothing

but catfish and greens back here.

You're a nice uncle, uncle Johnny.

I'm no uncle at all.
I'm a loafer.

And as soon I see

that you get one decent meal
in your stomachs,

I'm going off
and get some loafing done.

Wake up.

I beg your pardon, ma'am.

I-I was just waiting
for that water to boil.

Don't you know a watched pot
never boils?

Oh, yes, it will, ma'am,

but you can't be
in a hurry about it.

Maybe you never had the patience
to watch long enough.

No wonder this place
is falling apart.

I understand there are
five children here,

four of school age.

That's right, ma'am.

I'd like to see them, please.

Right over here.

There's a lady here to see you.

Here they are.

Why haven't you children
been going to school?

I've had a report from your teacher

that you've been living alone
for six months at least.

Is that true?

Well, you can't manage for
yourselves forever, you know?

We manage fine.
We...

see that?
We've got everything we need.

Where did all this come from?

Their ma and pa sent it.

When are they coming home?

Soon.

How soon?

Real soon.

And in the meantime,
are they supposed to run around

like wild, little indians?

Why, they've already missed
a week of schooling.

Why haven't you kids
been going to school?

We don't have shoes.

Well, that's no excuse.
I'll get you shoes.

Why, that's very kind of you.

But, still, I-I ought to take
this up with the authorities.

Why?

Well, I'm worried about them,

living here without kith or kin
to look after them.

Well, what's the matter with me?

I don't understand.
Who are you?

Their uncle. That's who.

You bear no resemblance
to any of the children.

Did you say their uncle?

On their mother's side.

Um, third brother to the eldest.

Does that care of kith or kin?

Yes, I-I suppose it does.

Well, then, good day, ma'am.

Hope you have a nice ride
back to town.

You saved us, uncle Johnny!
You saved us!

Thanks, uncle Johnny.

Uncle Johnny!

Crazy.
That's what I was.

Now I'm stuck.

Stuck with all five of you.

Whoa!

Now, Junior, pay more attention
in arithmetic.

Yes, papa.

Remember, you'll have a
big business to run someday.

Yes, papa.

And don't play with
any of the riffraff.

No, papa.

Finnegan here will call for you,
as usual, when school is out.

Yes, papa.

"Yes, papa."

You hush up.
Who is that?

That's Mr. Gilland.

He owns the tobacco warehouse
and the distillery.

Must be wonderful to be
the richest man in town

and own a carriage.

- You got shoes, haven't you?
- Yeah.

Then you're rich enough.

Come on. School.

You wait for them, Pic.

Well, I guess we got them
started, all right, didn't we?

I don't think Feb likes it.

Morning, Mr. Rutledge.

Morning, miss Prudence.

Being it's their first day,
I brought the kids to school.

I know.
I saw you go in.

I noticed the shoes.

You're pretty.

Thank you.

Would you marry my uncle Johnny?

Well, uh...

May, what makes you say things
like that?

She misses her mother.

I guess she'd kind of like a mother

no matter how she got her.

No, I only want her for an aunt.

It's all right, Mr. Rutledge.

I won't hold you to that proposal.

You know, May, I have
a lot of things left over

from when I was a little girl.

I don't think your uncle would mind

if I gave you a doll, would you?

Oh, no.

We'll go to my house
and pick one out.

Then you'll be a mother yourself,

and that'll keep you busy
till your mother comes home.

Don't you think so?

Yeah, maybe it will.

You've been very kind to us.

Well, I had to be to make up for...

well, I'm sorry for the way
I talked to you

that day I came out to your place.

That wasn't anything.

I liked you anyway.

I liked you, too.

You did?

Yes.

I could tell by the children's
attitude toward you

that you must be nice.

Is that all?

Children do size up people
better than...

all conclusions of your own?

I did notice
that your eyes were blue,

and I like blue eyes best.

But you do need a haircut.

Yeah, I guess I do.

Well, we'd better be going.

Thanks again for the doll.

Oh, yes, thank you.

You're very welcome.

Bye.

Bye.

Do you think I need a haircut, May?

She wouldn't be like you said
about women.

What'd I say?

They're out to get everything
they can from a man.

She wouldn't.

Why not?

She's got everything.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Just the same, don't you ever
say anything like that again

about me marrying miss Prudence.

Sure did embarrass me.

She's nice and nearly as pretty
as my mother.

Take more than prettiness
to get me.

Prettiest girl in the world
couldn't get me.

I'm woman-proof.

Honest, uncle Johnny?

Never was so sure of anything
in my life.

That's Feb.

I just knew
he wouldn't like school.

How'd you get out of school?

Window.

It was open.

I can't have that, Feb.

You got to go to school.

He won't ever do anything
he doesn't want to.

I don't know what
I'm gonna do about you, son.

If you said you'd take
his new mouth organ away,

he'd go to school.

No, I'm not gonna take it, Feb.

I wouldn't do that

even if you kept on playing
hooky against my wishes.

Well, I guess I'd better get
to chopping wood.

I wish you'd do some fishing first.

I'm getting awfully tired of duck.

Well, fish would be a good idea.

Yeah, I think I will fish a bit
before I get to work.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself,

disappointing uncle Johnny
about school.

An apple?
Where'd you get it?

I bet you stole it
out of Mr. Gilland's orchard.

Don't tell me.

There's a big bass
over by the shore.

I've been keeping my eye on him.

Uncle Johnny?

Yeah?

I don't like it much,
but I'll go to school.

Everybody's got to do things
they don't like, Feb...

all of us.

I'll go.

Good.

Ooh, a big one.

4 pounds at least.

Well, get the gaff line ready,
you slowpoke.

Don't you know
how to handle a big fish?

Me? I could give you lessons
in fishing.

Play that thing again.

# "Hi," said the little
leatherwing bat #

# "I'll tell you
the reason that #

# "the reason
that I fly by night #

# "is because I lost

# my heart's delight"

# howdy dowdy
diddle dum day #

# howdy dowdy
diddle dum day #

# howdy dowdy
diddle dum day #

# and a hey le-lee

# lee-lie lee-low

# "hi," said the redbird,
sitting on a fence #

# "once I loved
a handsome wench #

# "but she got saucy
and from me fled #

# "and ever since

# my head's been red"

# howdy dowdy diddle dum day

# howdy dowdy diddle dum day

# howdy dowdy diddle dum day

# and a hey le-lee

# lee-lie lee-low

seen Feb,
Mr. Rutledge?

Yeah, I saw him.

How was school?

Wasn't so bad.

Didn't the twins come home
with you?

No, sir, Junior Gilland

took them to his house
in his carriage.

Gonna play there a while.
Oh.

Look!

Whoa!

Get out.
Get out, you little ragamuffins.

Don't any of you ever dare
come near my house again.

I won't have my boy mixing up
with any river-bottom trash.

We're not river-bottom trash.

We got shoes.

And if you know
what's good for you,

you'll keep your brats at home!

Get out.
Let go.

Get out.
I'll have the law on you!

You insulted my kids.
You got a fight on your hands.

Get out.
Finnegan!

Hired out to do your driving,
Mr. Gilland,

not your fighting.

Get out.

Put up your hands.

Finnegan!
Finnegan! Finnegan!

Finnegan!

Help! Help!

Help!

Mr. Gilland, I suggest you start
hollering "uncle!"

He might let you up.

Uncle?

No!

Uncle. Uncle! Uncle!

Well, that's better.

Start apologizing.

Now, look here...
you called my kids trash!

I'm sorry.

Speak up!

I apologize.

Now get out of here.

Take me home.

Sure. Where else?

Didn't figure you'd want to go
to a dress ball

looking like that.

You be careful or I'll fire you.

Already decided that as of tonight.

Good day, everybody.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

You fought him real good,
uncle Johnny.

Oh, hush, May.
Fighting's stupid.

Maybe so,
but as long as you did it,

I'm proud you did it good.

This will never happen again,
not to my kids.

Come on.
Let's get supper.

Now I defy anyone
to call you ragamuffins.

You still owe me three cords
of wood for those shoes.

How do you expect to pay
for all this?

I'm gonna get a job.

Job, eh?

You sure are up to ears, ain't you?

Yeah, sure am.

Regret to say

I've got a little business
with you, Mr. Rutledge.

You kids go on outside.
Wait for me over in the square.

Got to arrest you, Rutledge.

Had a complaint sworn out.

Guess you know by who.

Yeah, I got a good idea.

Of course,
there's many people who claim

that you should be given a vote
of thanks for what you done,

but I don't make the laws.

I just enforce them.

See what I mean?
Yeah, I see.

Finnegan says
you did a shipshape job.

Buckled right down to your work
like a wet badger.

Here are the kids' old clothes.

May I give these to the kids
to take home?

Well, take them home yourself.

But I thought you just said
that I...

give me your word that you'll
show up monday morning

for your hearing
in front of judge Millett.

Of course,
you can give me your word

and then break it and run away,

but I'm a gambler at heart.

I'll take your word.

You sure got it.

9:00 monday morning.

Thank you, constable.

You're welcome, son.

And thank you, Mr. Staley.

Well, all I stand to lose is money.

You stand to lose your badge
if he runs away.

Lots of fellas like to bet on
a buggy-horse race

or turning cards.

Me, I like to bet on people.

I'm sorry, Rutledge,
I can't defend you

against
this assault-and-battery case.

It's a matter of precedent.

Hello, sir.

See, I'm a $12.50 lawyer.

Got $12.50
for defending the ames boys

in the matter of shooting
that riverboat gambler.

I can't go backwards in my career.

I can't take any more
75-cent cases.

I'll throw in a cord of cut wood

and haul it to your house
and stack it for you.

Sorry, Rutledge,
I'm strictly a $12.50 lawyer.

But you're the only lawyer in town.

Sad but true.
I'm a $12.50 lawyer.

You're a 75-cent client.
It's incompatible.

Uh-huh.

Good day, judge.
Ah, miss Prudence.

A client trying to retain you,
Plato?

Why, yes, he was.

We couldn't get together in
the matter of a fee, though.

Suppose he could get the money.

I still think
I wouldn't defend him.

Because you're afraid
to antagonize Mr. Gilland?

Ma'am, I do not regard
"intelligent precaution"

as a synonym for "fear."

It's just that I have
enough good sense

to stay out of the way of those
who can do me serious harm.

It's too bad, though,

because if I do find that boy
guilty monday morning

and he can't put up the bond...

and I'm certain that he can't...

he'll have to go to the lockup

until the next court-of-session
court meets.

It's too bad.

Yes, isn't it a shame?
Well, goodbye, judge.

Goodbye.

I'll meet you here, father.

I have a little shopping to do.

Isn't there anything else
you can do?

I don't know what, Jan.

Where did he learn to play
Mozart like that?

Feb?
Oh, he heard it someplace.

That's all?

That's all.
Only has to hear a piece once.

Oh, Mr. Rutledge, that boy
must have a musical education.

Let me talk to the Cassin sisters.

I'm sure they'll take him
for $1 a week.

$1?

Oh, ma'am, I'm...
I'm having troubles enough,

and on top of everything else,

I was just served with a warrant.

I know, and there's so many
things the children need.

Would it help any if my father
gave you a job on his farm?

Why, yeah,
that'd help considerably.

It's hard work.

I know.

Also, I've been thinking a lot
about the children,

especially May.

They need fresh milk.

Would you let me give you
one of our cows?

That'd be fine.

You know,
you're awfully nice to us.

My father's waiting for me.

You can take the cow
with you tomorrow

on your way home from work.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Music lessons.

# Oh, me name is MacNamara

# I'm the leader of the band

# although
we're few in numbers #

# we're the finest in the land

# we play at wakes
and weddings #

# and at every fancy ball

# and when we play at funerals

# we play the best of all

# oh, the drums go bang

rumpity tump!

# And the cymbals clang

ting ting!

# And the horns,
they blaze away #

Dah dah dah dah!

# McCarthy pumps
the old bassoon #

# while I, the pipes, do play

# and hennessy tennessy
tootles the flute #

# and the music
is something grand #

# a credit to old Ireland
is MacNamara's band #

# Oh, the drums go bang

# and the cymbals clang

# and the horns,
they blaze away #

# McCarthy pumps
the old bassoon #

# while I, the pipes, do play

# and hennessy tennessy
tootles the flute #

# and the music
is something grand #

# a credit to old Ireland
is MacNamara's band #

Hey, you, come here.

Me?
Yeah, you want a job?

Well, it seems like
I was just given a job.

On Sundays?

Doing what?
Singing.

You'd pay me to sing?
Sure.

How much?
$1.

Dollar and a half.
Nope.

Dollar and a quarter.
No.

All right, I'll take the $1.

Of course, you wait on tables
on the side.

For $1, all I do is sing.

Dollar and a quarter?
Nope.

Dollar and a half?

Okay, it's a deal.
Where is this place?

Ask anybody where
Schlosser's picnic grove is.

See you Sunday after church.

Well, I guess that ought to pay
for the music lessons.

Johnny!

Hello, professor.

Johnny, my boy.

When'd you get out?

Half an hour ago.

Have a gumdrop.

Science has taught that sugar,
when taken into the human body,

is quickly converted into alcohol.

I tried it.
The experiment is a failure.

Here.
Take the whole bag.

Well, shall we be on our way?

Blue sent word that he's waiting
in higginsport for us.

I can't leave, professor.
I've got, uh, responsibilities.

What are those?

Children.

How did you get them?

Darned if I know.

Let us flee, Johnny.

I got to appear before the judge
in a minute.

I was arrested
for assault and battery.

Then the time to skip is right now.

I got a job.

A job?

My boy, you are neck-deep
in the quicksands.

Escape, Johnny, run for your life.

I can't, professor.

This is insanity,

but if you insist upon
going through with it,

at least you'll have
my valuable assistance.

I shall defend you.

I'm gonna be late.

My latin will confound
these hayseeds.

My logic will flash
about their bucolic heads.

I will pour quotations
upon them from kenning,

from Oliver Wendell Holmes...

Come on.

...and from that famed
english jurist blackstone!

I intend to prove by the
evidence that I will present

that the prisoner at the bar is
guilty of assault and battery,

disturbance of the peace,
mayhem, and attempted murder.

Clerk, strike everything
but assault and battery.

I'll listen to no harangues
on additional charges

whipped up by any lawyer
with the sole purpose

of impressing his client
and thus enlarging his fee.

Have a lozenge, Plato.
Thank you.

Now see here, judge Millett,

I know that you don't like me,
but...

your point is well taken,
Mr. Gilland.

I do not like you.

As a matter of fact,
I dislike you so heartily

that I doubt whether
I can judge this case fairly.

Therefore, I disqualify myself.

I'll merely sit to hear the plea,

fix the bond,
and bind the defendant over

to the next
court-of-sessions court,

when the traveling county judge
can hear his case.

If I may rise to point out...

you may not rise.
Sit down.

If the defendant
cannot put up bond,

he'll be held in the lockup
until then?

That's correct.
Thank you, judge.

Your honor, I object!

Objection overruled.
Sit down.

How do you plead,
Mr. Rutledge...

guilty or not guilty?

Your honor, friends and
countrymen, lend me your ears.

I'm about...

you're about to be held
in contempt of court

if you get up again.

Sit down!

How do you plead,
Mr. Rutledge?

Well, I guess I whipped him.

Made him holler "uncle," too.

Enter the plea of guilty.

The bond is set at $25, cash money.

Has the bond been posted, clerk?

Yes, your honor.
I have $25 right here that...

never mind.

It's not necessary that the name
of a person posting the bond

be matter of record.

Well, who on earth would put up
a bond for...

I demand that you name
the benefactor who put up the...

your demand is refused.

Sit down!

Court adjourned.

I don't know how you did it,
professor.

You were simply wonderful.

Oh, anyone with my knowledge
of legal proceedings

could have done nearly
as well as I did.

Miss Prudence said
that she thought it was a shame,

so she put up the $25.

It certainly was nice of her.

Sure was.

But I guess she figured
that you wouldn't run away.

So long, Rutledge.

Hello, Johnny.

Hello, judge.
Miss Prudence.

Hello.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Well, we came to hear you sing.

It was a nice day for a picnic,

and as long as we're going
someplace, we thought we...

might as well hear Johnny
Rutledge make a fool of himself.

Johnny, come on.
It's singing time.

Well, excuse me.

Otto, give them the gong!

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have
your attention, please?

Every Sunday,

you come to Schlosser's
picnic grove by lover's leap

for the burgoo soup,
the beer, and the music,

and everybody has a wonderful time,

except when the kids
with addles in their brains

fall in the river.

So, now let me present
Johnny Rutledge,

the warbling waiter.

And, please, ladies,
keep from crying the babies.

All right, professor.

# Young Herman Von Bellow

# a musical fellow

# played on a big cello
each night #

# sweet melodies rare
in a dance garden where #

# dancers danced 'round
and 'round with delight #

# one night, he saw dancing
a maid so entrancing #

# his heart caught on fire
inside #

# and music so mellow,
he sawed on his cello #

# she waltzed up to him
and she cried #

# "yip-i-addy-i-ay-i-ay!

# "Yip-i-addy-i-ay!

# "I don't care
what becomes of me #

# "when you play me
that sweet melody #

# "yip-i-addy-i-ay-i-ay!

# "My heart wants to holler,
'hooray!' #

# "sing of joy, sing of bliss

# "home was never like this

# yip-i-addy-i-ay!"

Everybody sing.

# "Yip-i-addy-i-ay-i-ay!

# "Yip-i-addy-i-ay!

# "I don't care
what becomes of me #

# "when you play me
that sweet melody #

# "yip-i-addy-i-ay-i-ay!

# "My heart wants to holler,
'hooray!' #

# "sing of joy, sing of bliss

# "home was never like this

# yip-i-addy-i-ay!"

Again, you earned some tips,
Johnny.

What did I tell you?

You don't have to give
your public anything else

if you give them good
entertainment...

If you also give them good beer!

Psst!

Hey, you got a good voice.
Sit down.

I can't.
I'm working.

I got a little matter of
business to take up with you.

Did you ever my sisters

who give the boy, Feb,
his music lessons?

No, I haven't.

I think you ought to meet them.

Why?
Good reason.

I happen to know rev Chalotte
and his missus

died in a steamboat collision
a little over six months ago,

and they have no relatives.

I'll be waiting for you.

Are the ladies in the parlor,
Ida Lily?

Oh, yes, Mr. Plato.
They're waiting for you.

This way, Mr. Rutledge.

Well, I hope I didn't keep
you waiting too long, my dears.

Oh, not at all.

This is Mr. Rutledge.

My sisters... miss Adelaide,
miss Genevieve.

I'm so happy to meet you,
Mr. Rutledge.

He's very handsome,
isn't he, Genevieve?

Oh, very.

Sit down, Mr. Rutledge.

Oh, not in that one.

It's so uncomfortable.

Here.
A real man's chair.

Tea?

Well, shall we come directly
to the point,

as our father, the colonel,
always said?

Cream?
Here's the matter in a nutshell.

Sugar?

It seems you have a
genius in your family.

I beg your pardon?
February.

He's another liszt,
perhaps a chopin.

It isn't just our opinion.

Dr. Franz demucker
thinks the same thing.

My sisters had an eminent musician

come all the way from
the Cincinnati conservatory

to hear the boy play.

He agrees the boy
is remarkably talented.

Oh, well, that's fine.

February must have a chance,
Mr. Rutledge.

He must be sent to Cincinnati
to study.

Then to Italy, perhaps.

Italy?

Well, that's kind of far off.
That'd take a lot of money.

The point exactly.

At first, my sisters
thought of adopting the boy

and giving him the education
that I have described.

But that was unfeasible,

as apprentice law of 1853
prohibits unmarried people

from adopting children
in this state.

Oh.

Well, then, it can't be done.

On the contrary, Rutledge.
We have a solution.

It'll permit all the children
to live here

under far better conditions

than you will ever be able
to provide for them.

The solution is marriage.

Marriage?

To who?
I mean, who to?

Plato, you make it all sound
so cold-blooded.

We're not at all cold-blooded,
are we, Adelaide?

Not at all, Genevieve.

You mean you want me to marry...

...both of them?

Let's not be facetious.

Naturally, only one.

Don't answer now, Rutledge.

Think it over.
Take your time.

Tomorrow morning at 8:00,
let us say?

In the meanwhile, you can
mull over your preference

as to which of my sisters
will be the bride.

See you to the door?

Goodbye, Mr. Rutledge.

Perhaps we should call you
Johnny now.

Goodbye... johnny.

Cassin, you're crazy.

You don't intend to accept
my little proposal?

Not in a thousand years,
not in a million.

You don't like my sisters?

Beauty is only skin deep, you know.

Oh, dear, and I-I did so hope
to marry them off.

I feel like punching you
in the nose.

What a shame.

Now I'm going to have to go to
a lot of trouble

advising the constable about you.

Sooey!

Sooey!

Sooey, sooey, sooey, sooey, sooey!

Go on! Go on!

Pig! Pig! Pig! Pig!

Pig! Pig! Pig! Pig! Pig! Pig!

Come here!

Go on, go on, go on.

Manna!

Unh-unh. Pig.

Know your lesson?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Good.

Goodbye, uncle Johnny.

Goodbye.

Careful.
Your new clothes.

Where'd you get that pig?

He was lost.
I found him.

Do I smell cloves on you?

I'm chewing some.

Why?
I like cloves.

You've been getting liquor.

Where would I get money
to buy liquor,

impoverished as we are?

Gaze upon that pig, my boy.

Cast your imagination
into the future...

ham, bacon, sausage,
pig's knuckles.

He isn't ours.
He's lost.

Strayed.
Ridiculous.

"Strayed" is a word implying
the ability to return home.

That would indicate intelligence.

Not even the veriest fool

would suggest that a porker
has intelligence.

Therefore, "lost" is the word
and the pig is ours.

We don't want to get in trouble
over a stolen pig!

"Lost"!

Anytime a pig or cow is found,

you got to post a notice
in front of the courthouse.

Then if nobody claims him
in 30 days, he's yours.

We will do just that forthwith.

Well, that's better.
I got to get to work.

And don't you kids be late
to school.

Never knew you liked cloves.

And to think I raised that boy
for the last two years,

and he's acting just like a deacon.

We gonna post that notice?

We are, indeed.

There.

I can't read a word of it.

Naturally.

It's written in Greek,

a language I became familiar
with long ago and far away.

I'd never know
it was about a lost pig.

The point exactly.

The bell's ringing.
School, boys, go on.

Ah, miss Prudence.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I thought you'd be
a little interested

in a report I got today,

you being on the school board
and all.

What is it?

Well, it's about
those Chalotte children.

It seems their parents are dead,

and this Johnny Rutledge,
who claims he's their uncle...

Yes?

...isn't.

Why, I can't believe that.

Got the proof right here
in this letter.

Well, why would he attach
himself to those children

and work so hard?

If he isn't their uncle, who is he?

He's a blackface singer.

Worked for that medicine-show fella

who just got through serving
a jail term.

If he's that kind of a faker,

why would he...
why wouldn't he run away

instead of staying
to face the Gilland trial?

Why would he keep hanging around?

Maybe to catch a rich wife
like yourself.

Oh!

If you don't believe me,
miss Prudence,

why don't you ask Mr. Rutledge
personally?

That's what I intend to do.

Whoa.

Mr. Rutledge?

Hello, miss Prudence.

I've just found out about you
and the Chalotte children.

You lied about being their uncle.

Looked me right in the face
and lied.

Yes, ma'am, I did.

Why, Mr. Rutledge?
What reason could you have had?

You were gonna take them away
from their home.

Is that your only explanation?

Well, they were trying
to manage by themselves,

and I admired that.

Admiration is not enough.

A vagabond doesn't come
from off the road

and do what you did
because of admiration.

I'm going to see that
they're put in the care

of some responsible party.

Not the orphanage.

I don't want to take them away,

but I can't leave them with you.

Why not?

Because I think you're using them

to further your own schemes.

Where are you going?

Tell your father I'm taking
an hour off from work.

So, you changed your mind,
Mr. Rutledge?

I did.

Any preference?

No, no preference.

Well, in that case,
which shall it be...

the dice or the quoits?

The quoits.

Dice are so vulgar.

Adelaide by half a hand.

I'm sorry, Genevieve.

All's fair in love and war.

Congratulations, Rutledge.

So, you're really going
through with it, eh, Johnny?

I gave my word.

How did the kids take it
about miss Adelaide?

Oh, the twins liked it all right.

Gonna live in that fancy house
and all.

Jan and Feb didn't say anything.

May didn't say anything, either.

She made a little remark to me.

What?

Said she didn't need an aunt
that bad.

Professor, what am I gonna do?

Man gives his word he'll wed
a woman, man's got to wed her.

Well, goodbye, Johnny.

Thanks for the loan of the boat.

I'll miss you with
all that beauty, freedom,

and adventure unshared.

Well,
if that's the way you want it.

Farewell.

Oh, nice about miss Prudence,
isn't it?

What about her?

Why, haven't you heard?

She's become engaged
to a young man from St. Louis.

Well, goodbye, Johnny,
and good luck.

I know you'll be happy
with miss Adelaide.

Wait a minute, professor,
I'm going with you.

Do I hear my ears right?
I'm overjoyed.

Not until tomorrow.

I want to sing in Schlosser's
grove first to get the money.

Got to leave the kids
with something to go on.

Deal?
Deal!

Oh, what a future
lies before us, Johnny.

Indian summer,
lazy days on the river,

lazy nights under a harvest moon,

and no responsibilities.

Going to work at the picnic grove?

Uh-huh.

Will you give me a great big push

before you go, uncle Johnny?

Good sermon this morning,
wasn't it?

Uh-huh.

And you stay.

Say!

Where you going?

I'm running away.

You're running away?
What from?

From pa.
We fought.

What about?

I said bad things to him.

I said I was glad you whipped him.

Oh, that was bad.

Everybody hates me
because I'm a Gilland,

and it's on account of pa.

He's mean to everybody,
so everybody's mean to me.

That's mighty tough, Junior.

I wonder what makes your pa
so mean.

Couldn't be that he's unhappy.

He's got lots of money.

Maybe people been mean to him...

jealous on account of him
getting rich so fast.

That could make him unhappy, too.

Well, there's no use us
worrying about your pa anymore.

You're running away.

Do you really think he's unhappy?

You know, it's, uh, too bad
he doesn't have a son anymore

to help him
just when he needs help most.

When most people against him,

a son might show this town

that even a Gilland kid
is a square shooter

and that way convince his pa

that he ought to make friends, too.

But an ornery cuss like your pa

don't deserve a son like that.

He isn't that mean,
Mr. Rutledge.

Well, maybe if there's hope
for him,

he ought to have another chance.

Don't know for sure, though.

Oh, I think he ought to have
another chance.

If that's the case, be big.

Give it to him.

I'm going home,
Mr. Rutledge.

Oh, uh, I wasn't gonna run away

till after the party tonight.

But now on account of me
going home,

pa won't let me be here,
so tell May.

Don't worry, Junior, I'll tell her.

Party? What party?

What's this about a party tonight?

I'm giving one.

You mean you actually
invited people?

About 30,
only I don't count too good.

Maybe more.
But why?

Well, I'm telling people
it's a birthday party,

and it honestly is my birthday,
but it's really a goodbye party.

A goodbye party?

For you.

I know you're going with
professor, uncle Johnny.

I knew it all the time.

Ever since miss Adelaide won you
in the quoit game.

But when I think about me,
I don't want you to go,

but when I think about you,
I'm glad you're going.

That's very nice, May.

You'll wait for my party,
uncle Johnny?

Oh, of course I will.

I haven't got anything
for the people to eat.

Don't you give it a thought.

Uncle Johnny
will take care of the eats.

Hey, who ordered the whole ham?

Couple fellas over there.

A whole ham?

If they should die
from overeating a pig,

then Schlosser's a dead duck.

I better speak to them.

Oh, no.

You tell me don't?

Who is the boss here... you or me?

You are.

Well, I speak to them.

They're awfully big fellas.

I'm the boss here.
I'm not afraid of big fellows.

They're tough... big muscles.

Tough, eh?

Well, show them the ham.
That's tough, too.

Thief. Robber. Pirate.
Embezzler.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Schlosser.

Yes, you're sorry I caught you,
but you're not sorry

when I make with a debit
instead of the asset,

when I'm counting together how
much profit I didn't make.

No, you are not sorry
I'm smarter than you.

You are only sorry
you are not smarter than me.

Well, you see, I...
oh, pick that stuff up.

You want the ants should get on it?

Go.
Now, take it home.

You want me to take it?

Sure.
I'll give you some cake, too.

The kiddies like cake
and ice cream.

How are you going to feed
all those people

with a few chickens?

We'll see what's in the kitchen,

and I'll give you some tablecloth.

I don't know why you're doing
this, Mr. Schlosser.

I'll never be able
to make payment on it.

Payment you will make.

I wish I could, but how?

I want to be invited to the party.

# A very merry birthday

# a very merry birthday

# merrier than ever before

# congratulations, dear May

# May you celebrate 100 more

Evening, sir.

Hello, Finnegan.

Can I offer you another glass
of punch, miss Adelaide?

Well, I don't mind if I do.

Professor, this is just delicious.

You must give me the recipe.

Why, certainly.

You crush a sprig of mint,
add a teaspoon full of sugar,

some sliced oranges and lemon,
a dash of angostura bitters,

and then you fill it up
with corn liquor.

It'll just be a small wedding,
judge.

Johnny doesn't want a fuss,

and after that, Genevieve and I
think a week's honeymoon

in Cincinnati would be just sweet.

You're not taking Genevieve
along on your honeymoon.

Why, I wouldn't be parted from
Genevieve for a whole week,

my old sister, would I, Genevieve?

Certainly not, Adelaide.

After all,
but for a tiny stroke of fate,

Genevieve might be the bride
and not I.

Isn't that so, Johnny?

Yeah.

We're running short of sandwiches.

I'll take care of it.
Excuse me, George.

Surely.

Johnny will never be lonely again.

There will always be
this shining face

across the breakfast table from him

for the rest of his days.

Oh, how I envy him.

We have the entertainment.
Come on, Johnny.

Yes, do, Johnny.

Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
now we're going to have a song

by Johnny Rutledge,
the warbling waiter.

# Just a song at twilight

# when the lights are low

# and the flickering shadows

# softly come and go

# though the heart be weary

# sad the day and long

# still to us at twilight

# comes love's old song

# comes love's old, sweet song

You shouldn't be inside, working.

You, uh... you ought to be
outside, enjoying yourself.

I don't mind.

Oh, Johnny, why did you do it?

You must be very devoted
to those children

to marry a rich, old lady
just for their sakes.

Miss Adelaide is all right.

I suppose she is.

Oh, I wish I...

Are the sandwiches ready?

Yes, of course.

Why couldn't you be engaged
to uncle Johnny

instead of miss Adelaide?

Now, May, I warned you.

That's no kind of talk
from a little girl.

Now, you scoot,

and don't you ever try to tell
grown-ups what to do again.

Why couldn't I?

What?

Be engaged to you
instead of miss Adelaide.

I can think of three
good reasons why you couldn't.

What are they?

Well, there's that Gilland case
hanging over me,

and there's your fianc�
and my fianc�e, and...

I think you can exclude my fianc�.

He's not very anxious to marry me.

Prudence.

What I mean is I got so angry

when I heard you were
going to marry miss Adelaide

that I tricked him into proposing.

Listen, Rutledge,
my boy just came to me

and said he started to run away
this morning.

Said you sent him home.
Now, I don't believe it.

Why would you do me a favor?
You don't like me.

I've got nothing against you,
Gilland,

and I like the boy a lot.

Well... i see.

Well, just thought I'd drop by

and see if Junior
was telling the truth.

I, um...

I'm sorry I said
what I did that day.

Your children
are very well behaved.

Hmm? Oh.

Uh, you mind if Junior stays
for the rest of the party?

He wants to pretty much.

We'd be tickled to have him.

Of course, that
assault-and-battery case is off.

That takes care
of the Gilland case.

Now I... just leaves number three.

Yeah, miss Adelaide.

Yes.

I suppose there's no way
out of that.

No, I guess not.

No, I guess not.

I could talk to her.

This is delicious.

Adelaide, uh, could I talk
to you alone for a minute?

Why, of course, Johnny.

Excuse us.

Well?

Uh, Adelaide, you've always been
honest with me,

and, uh, well,
I want to be honest with you.

Oh, that's sweet of you, Johnny.

I'm willing to marry you,
as we agreed, if you want me to,

but I owe it to you to tell you
I'm in love with another girl.

Prudence Millett.

That's right.

Darn, I might have known it.

Oh, I'm not asking you
to get me up,

but I thought you ought
to have all the facts.

Guess what... Prudence Millett
and I both want to marry Johnny.

You're joking.

No, I'm not.
We both do.

Maybe we ought to pitch quoits
for him.

Very interesting, eh, Johnny?

But hardly fair,
considering that miss Adelaide

is the best quoit pitcher
in 10 counties.

A question of ethics.

As we say in gambling circles,

always give a pigeon
an even contingency.

Oh, I'd want to be fair.

It's a difficult problem.

Would you be willing to settle
on the flip of a coin?

Yes.

You got a coin, Johnny?

Oh, no.
Oh, yes, Johnny, yes!

Oh, no, I wouldn't...

give me the...

I've got it.
I've got it.

Professor, what's going on?
What is it?

Miss Adelaide is sporting enough
to win Johnny for herself

or lose him to miss Prudence
on the flip of a coin.

Oh, for the sake
of being impartial,

we'll let May flip and me call.

But isn't this the coin that...

no! I'll call.

Heads... miss Prudence.
Tails... miss Adelaide.

Flip it, May.

Let me see it, darling.
It's heads. Heads!

Well, what do you know?
Well, well.

It's better to have loved and lost.

Well, May, you said this was
going to be a goodbye party,

so let's go back to the party
and have the goodbyes later.

Bye-bye, Johnny!
Goodbye.

Goodbye, professor.

Goodbye, miss Prudence.

Goodbye, professor.

Bye, May.

Bye!
Bye, professor!

Well, we're alone now.

Yes, just the seven of us.

How fortunate I am.

Johnny, why did you do that?

I'll never need it again.

It's already brought me
all the luck in this world.

I almost feel like my mommy's
come home.