Mr. Fleischer, I'm goin' to keep this boy. This is
my boy. You're my boy, ain't you? An' how's your mother, eh?
PHILIP
She's well an' she sends her redards an' you'll please tome in ze morning
to wash.
MRS. WOLFF
Well now, just listen to that. A little feller like that an' he can give
all that message already! [_To FLEISCHER._] Won't you sit down, just a
bit?
FLEISCHER
The boy bothers me about boating. Is it possible to go?
MRS. WOLFF
Oh, sure. The Spree is open. My girl there c'n row you out a way.
FLEISCHER
The boy won't stop about it! He's just taken that into his head.
ADELAIDE
[_Showing herself in the door that leads to the next room, beckons to
PHILIP._] Come, Philip, I'll show you somethin' real fine!
_PHILIP gives a stubborn screech._
FLEISCHER
Now, Philip, you musn't be naughty!
ADELAIDE
Just look at that fine orange!
_PHILIP'S face is wreathed in smiles. He takes a few steps in
ADELAIDE's direction._
FLEISCHER
Go ahead, but don't beg!
ADELAIDE
Come on! Come on! We'll eat this orange together now.
[_She walks in the child's direction, takes him by the hand, holds up
the orange temptingly, and both go, now quite at one, into the next
room.
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