MARY: D-E-A-R Uncle Archie, How are you? I'm fine. Everybody else is too. Please come home. ARCHIBALD: Home. I have no home. MARY: Martha says that you're in Paris. ARCHIBALD: It's a house, child. MARY: Is that very far away? ARCHIBALD: It's just a house, MARY: Do they have nice girls and boys there? ARCHIBALD: And I can't get far enough away from it. MARY: Please come home. MARTHA: Now, just sign it. MARY: Should I say that Colin's well now? ARCHIBALD: Streets of Paris, like a maze. MARY: Should I say that Doctor Craven... ARCHIBALD: Sleepless nights and aimless days. MARTHA: I think that what you have is good. Let's get it posted on its way. He'll rush home, then you can tell Him all the rest you have to say. MARY: Oh, kind sir, Uncle Archie, ARCHIBALD: Can't forget, can't eat, I wish that you could see Or sleep, or live. When you come in to the garden. Please come home. ARCHIBALD: Can't forgive. MARY: Yours truly? MARTHA: Well, maybe . . . MARY: Sincerely? MARTHA: How's about... MARY: Your friend, Mary. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com