:29:02
Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Digby.
:29:06
Forget it. She was about to blow anyway.
Lallie Joy, another tire to fix.
:29:10
- It was my fault. Let me fix it.
- Oh, no.
:29:13
Digby always lets me fix the flat tires.
:29:17
But if I'm gonna take over your job
I'd better learn how
:29:19
in case one blows when she's not around.
:29:22
Might.
:29:24
Uh... you can watch.
:29:28
Mrs. Popham,
I've just been longing to meet you.
:29:30
I suppose your husband's been too modest
to tell you we all think he's a saint.
:29:36
Nope. Never dared mention it.
:29:39
I'm afraid he hides his light
under a bushel.
:29:42
He hides more than his light
under that bushel.
:29:44
- There's a whole mess of things...
- What a glorious, quaint little store.
:29:49
You must just adore working in it.
:29:52
There's all those things for the house.
Wallpaper, brushes. Paint.
:29:58
Maybe we shouldn't splash things all
over without Mr. Hamilton's approval.
:30:02
No need to get permissión
for such puny things.
:30:04
I told you, he's got deep-seated faith
in my judgment.
:30:08
Nancy, you'd better give Mrs. Popham
your mother's grocery list.
:30:11
Take her mind off'n what it's on.
:30:15
Just a saint.
:30:17
Now, we know we need
wallpaper and brushes.
:30:22
And you know those little tools
that you use to scrape off...
:30:25
I'm the king!
I'm the king! I'm the king!
:30:29
Can I play?
:30:33
- We don't play with giris.
- I'm not a girl.
:30:36
- You got sissy hair.
- It's not sissy in Boston.
:30:40
Sissy hair! Sissy hair! Sissy hair!
:30:44
- You wanna fight?
- We don't fight with giris. Beat it!
:30:52
Ooh! She's mad!
:30:53
She'll pull your hair!