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Substitutiary locomotion
Lovely substitutiary locomotion
You've made substitutiary history
With treguna mekoides
And a little help from me
- With treguna mekoides and...
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Rummy!
Mr. Browne, what is going on here?
I haven't the foggiest.
How do you do?
Shall we?
- That's my nightgown.
- Is it really, my dear?
I'm not responsible for its behavior.
Obviously not, my dear.
Paul, what on earth are you doing?
Having a jolly good time,
that's what.
How can we stop all this?
- Must we? It's most agreeable.
- But we must do something.
Didn't I give you
my all-purpose cutoff spell?
Lesson number eight.
Yes, number eight I think it was.
Me Sunday trousers!
Buzz off, old chap.
Find your own dancing partner.
Be careful, Carrie. Slow down.
Charles!
Mr. Browne, will you please
control your shoes?
Dear lady, I very much fear
that we have nothing under control.
Do you mind?
Now, who would like some more
of my lovely sausages and mash?
- No more for me, thank you.
- Carrie?
It was very good,
but I've already had two helpings.
I'm full.
Me too.
At least somebody wants some.
Cheer up, my dear.
This should be
something of a celebration.
I'm sorry, but there doesn't
seem to be much to celebrate.
I still haven't mastered that spell.
Of course you have.
You just need a little more practice.
- Do you really think so?
- No doubt about it.
Meantime, there's nothing to liven
the spirits like master juggling.
- Right, Charlie?
- Go on then. Give us some juggling.
Very few better than me at this.
All you need is 20 years' practice
and a touch of genius.
Never happened to me before.
I don't usually juggle
with cats under my feet.
Look. She's laughing.
- Mrs. Hobday. Do come in.
- I can't stop.
I've just come by
to bring you the good news.
- Good news?
- Yes.
Mr. Bistlethwaite,
who brings the milk, you know?
He's promised
to take the children in.
He and his wife have that farm.
Just the place for children.
Put a bit of color
back in their cheeks.
Why, what's the matter?
I thought you'd be pleased.
You told me yourself that you had
no time to take care of children.
Circumstances have changed somewhat.
That's right.
We got a dad now. Mr. Browne.
Paul.
- Miss Price, is this true?
- Of course.
You do want him to stay with us,
don't you?
I suppose I hadn't really
thought about it.
What about him?
What do you say about it, Mr. Browne?
It's all rather sudden.
I don't quite know what to say.
Then I'll leave you two to talk it over.
I'll come back in the morning.
Good night.
It is true, Mr. Browne.
You are going to be our father now,
aren't you?
We are rather rushing things,
aren't we?
Perhaps Mr. Browne has other things
besides you children to think about.
Yes. As a matter of fact
I should have left ages ago.
I must get a train
back to London tonight.
It's rather an important matter.
I'd like to tell you about it,
but it's a little bit hush-hush.
Sort of a secret.
If I've been any sort of help to you,
I'm pleased.
You've been immensely kind.
Thank you.
I've enjoyed being with you.
Perhaps it's been good for all of us.
Will you be coming back?
Some day, my dear. I certainly hope
that we shall meet again.
Some day.
When all this war business is over.
I see.
Then perhaps I shall realize
my fondest dream.
Eglantine and Emelius,
illusionists extraordinary.
Just think how that'll
look on the poster.
The children are going to miss you.
- You really think they will?
- Yes.
I shall miss you. All of you.
If I don't go now,
you might never get rid of me.
Goodbye, Carrie.
Must you really go?
I think it's best for everybody.
Goodbye, Paul.
I still think you should be our father.
Goodbye, Charlie.
Do you want me to come down
to the station with you?
No, no. You stay here
and look after everybody.
- Goodbye, Miss Price.
- Goodbye, Mr. Browne.
- When is the next train to London?
- Lord bless ye,