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.