Act 2.

Michelle: Oh, Daddy! We had such a good time at the aquarium. I saw a real shark. I could almost touch it.

Harry: I'm so glad. Hi, Michelle, why don't you introduce everybody to Susan?

Michelle: Hi, Susan.

Susan: Hi.

Michelle: I'd like you to meet Audrey and her mother, Mrs. Cooper.

Susan: Hello, Audrey. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cooper. I'm Susan Stewart.

Michelle: And this is Shirley and Nicole.

Susan: Hi, girls.

Harry: Come on in. Come on in, Mrs. Cooper on in, everybody.

Mother: The aquarium was so exciting. I had never been there before. The girls learned a great deal. Frankly, so did I.

Susan: Well, please sit down and tell us all about it during lunch.

Harry: We prepared some tuna fish and cheese sandwiches for lunch.

Michelle: I love tuna fish. Don't you , Audrey?

Susan: I remember when I used to b a Girl Scout. My mother would take us everywhere, too.

Mother: Susan, I understand you're in the toy business.

Susan: Yes, I am. My company manufactures toys and games for children.

Harry: Susan's vice-president in charge of new toys and games.

Susan: And the marketing of new toys and games.

Michelle: Can we test a new game for you, Susan?

Susan: That's an excellent idea, Michelle. I happen to have a game which I brought home to study.

Michelle: Let us try it ! Don't you want to play? Nicole ? Shirley? Audrey?

Susan: We tested it last week on twelve-to fifteen-year-olds, and they found it to be too easy-in other words...boring. We think it might be just right for ten-to twelve-year- olds.

Michelle: That's us, Susan.

Susan: First, you shuffle the deck and lay them face down. Then you select the leader. I'll be the leader. The leader takes the first ten cards and lays them face up on this stand. h-t-e-r-c-z-e-p-e-s. Everyone gets a turn, going counterclockwise, left to right. You have thirty seconds to make a word, using as many letters as possible. You get one point for each letter, plus the person with the longest word gets ten extra point. The first one to get one hundred points wins.

Michelle: That's easy.

Susan: OK, let's go around the atble. You first, Audrey.

Audrey: Chest-c-h-e-s-t.

Susan: Good. That's five points also. It's your turn, Shirley.

Shirley: Creep-c-r-e-e-p.

Susan: Creep. That's another five-letter word. Five points. So far, you're all tied.

Harry: Sheet -s-h-e-e-t-sheet.

Susan: Sheet is a five-letter word. Michelle, your turn.

Michelle: Cheese-c-h-e-e-s-e.

Susan: Terrific! Michelle wins with a six-letter word, plus she gets an additional ten points for a total of sixteen points. How are you enjoying the game so far?

Michelle: I think it's too easy.

Susan: Too easy?

Harry: Michelle!

Susan: It's OK, Harry Michelle is quite right. She just said it's too easy.

Harry: Well, I like the game.

Mother: I enjoyed lunch, Susan. Thank you so much, but we have fo get going to meet the rest of the troop at two 0'clock at the museum.

Susan: Oh, it was nice meeting all of you. I hope you have a wonderful time at the Museum of Natural History.

Harry: Good-bye, everybody. Have a good time.

Girls: Bye.

Harry: See you in front of the museum at five 0'clock.

Mother: Oh, OK. Thanks, Mr. Bennett. That'll be fine. And thanks again for the lunch and for the game.

Michelle: Good-bye, Susan It's not a bad game. It's just... slow.

Susan: Just slow. You helped save our company a lot of money. Bye-bye.

Harry: You are wonderful with kids.

Susan: I am.

Harry: Isn't there a conversation that we have to finish?

Act 3.

Harry: There's a conversation we have to finish.

Susan: What was it about?

Harry: It was about caring.

Susan: Oh?

Harry: Yes, caring. I said that it makes me feel good that you care about Michelle.

Susan: Well, I do care about Michelle.

Harry: And it makes me feel good that you care about me.

Susan: You know I do. You're a...wonderful friend.

Harry: And it makes me feel good that you care about us.

Susan: Well...well, I do, Harry. It's only natural that if I care about Michelle and I care about you, then I care about us.

Harry: It's OK, Susan. We had this part of the conversation before Michelle and her friends arrived. Now comes the good part.

Susan: Like what?

Harry: Well, assume that if you care about Michelle and you care about me and you care abut us, that we can talk about us. I mean-you and me. Isn't that right?

Susan: What are you trying to say, Harry?

Harry: What I'm trying to say...since this is so easy ...Here are ten letters that express my feelings for you.

Susan: Don't be silly, Harry.

Harry: You want a hint? It's two words.

Susan: You're making the game harder.

Harry: Can't you figure it out? Seven letters... two words...that express the feeling that I feel for you in my heart.

Susan: Harry, I get it!

Harry: Well? Does that mean you'll marry me?

Susan: Is that a proposal, or are we just playing a game?

Harry: Sit down, Susan. There's something I have to ask you. Susan, will you marry me?

Susan: It's such an important decision .There's so many things to talk about. There are three things that have to be done first, Harry.

Harry: Three things?

Susan: First, we have to decide where to live.

Harry: Well, that's easy. We talked about that earlier. We'll live in New York.

Susan: All right. Second, we have to talk to Michelle together about being married.

Harry: We'll do that immediately. What' the third thing?

Susan: You have to ask for my father's permission.

Harry: Absolutely! But first things first. We have to go pick up Michelle.

Susan: Oh, I'm so happy, Harry!

Harry: Not as happy as I am.

EPISODE 15 Second Honeymoon

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Act 1.

Marilyn: What's this for?

Richard: Just because. How's the baby?

Marilyn: Fast asleep.

Richard: I'm sorry I missed him. I had to work late.

Marilyn: What are the flowers for, Richard?

Richard: Five years of happiness. Happy anniversary.

Marilyn: But our anniversary isn't until Saturday.

Richard: I couldn't wait. Besides, we are not going to be here Saturday.

Marilyn: We're not?

Richard; Uh-uh.

Marilyn: Where are we going to be?

Richard: If you had your choice of all the places in the world, where would you choose to spend our anniversary?

Marilyn: The Watermill Inn. I loved that place when we went on our honeymoon.

Richard: Perfect! You picked the right place.

Marilyn: I don't understand.

Richard: You and I, Mrs. Stewart, are going to spend a second honeymoon at the Watermill Inn.

Marilyn: Oh, Richard! That's wonderful, bu-

Richard: No buts.

Marilyn: Absolutely not. The world's greatest grandmother, Mrs. Ellen Stewart, has agreed to take care of him for the weekend.

Marilyn: Richard, isn't that too much to ask of your mother?

Richard: Too much? She loves taking care of Max.

Marilyn: But... I'll miss him.

Richard: Well, we'll phone every hour, and you can listen o him over the phone. Come on. Mar. It's time you and I had a romantic weekend alone together. We've earned it. What do you say?

Marilyn: It does sound tempting. You're right. We're earned it.

Richard: Great! I'll make a reservation right now. Remember that wonderful little balcony where we had our meals...with a view of the Hudson River?

Marilyn: How could I forget?

Richard: Hello. Is Mrs. Montefiore there? Ah. She's out. Yes. This is Richard Stewart. My wife and I spent our honeymoon at the inn. No, we didn't leave anything in the room. It was five years ago. We'd like to make a reservation for this weekend. Yes, a double room, please. What? Are you sure? But...OK. Nothing available. Wait! Don't hang up! Can you recommend someplace nice-someplace nearby? Uh-hold it. Old country Inn? Right. And the phone number? 555-2420. Thank you. He says there's another inn just half a mile down the road from the Watermill. It won't be the same, But what do you say?

Marilyn: Well...

Richard: My mom is available to baby-sit this weekend.

Marilyn: Well, OK. See if they have a room.

Richard: Right!

Richard: Hello. Is this the Old Country Inn? Yes. This is Richard Stewart. The desk clerk at the Watermill suggested your inn. Would you happen to have a room for two available this weekend? Something really nice. My wife and I are celebrating our fifth anniversary. Yes. I'll hold. He's checking. You do? Great! What is the daily rate? That's fine. Thank you. Yes, we'll be arriving by car about ten 0'clock Friday night. Stewart. S-t-e-w-a-r-t. Thank you. Done! You and I, Mrs. Stewart, are going to have a wonderful, romantic weekend!

Marilyn: Richard, that's the baby.

Act 2.

Clerk: Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. Well, it's small, but clean.

Richard: Clean? You call this clean?

Clerk: Have a nice stay.

Richard: Thank you. I don't believe this. Well, it isn't the Watermill Inn, but let's get a look at the view.

Marilyn: How is the view?

Richard: Great, if you enjoy looking at a parking lot.

Marilyn: Well, maybe we'll see the view in the morning. Right now, we should clean up this room.

Richard: Sorry, Marilyn.

Marilyn: Why should you be sorry?

Richard: Well, the rain, the room, the view of the parking lot. It isn't the way I hoped it would be.

Marilyn: Stop blaming yourself. After all, we're here, we're alone, we're together. And I l love you. Isn't that enough?

Richard: Is is for me, but I wanted this weekend to be special for you.

Marilyn: It is special. Happy anniversary.

Richard: It's still raining. I want to play tennis.

Marilyn: I want some breakfast. Let's call room service and order a mice breakfast, and then we'll figure out what to do today.

Richard: Right. Would you give me room service, please? I beg your pardon! Oh, I see. They don't have room service at Old Country Inn.

Marilyn: Well, let's go down to the coffee shop.

Richard: They don't have a coffee shop .We can get our meals at Mrs. Montefiore's down the road.

Marilyn: That's OK, honey. I love walking in the rain.

Richard: Oh, you're being a really good sport about this, Marilyn, but I think we should face the truth.

Marilyn: What's that?

Richard: This is not the way to spend our fifth anniversary.

Marilyn: Well, what do you want to do?

Richard: Why don't we get in the car and drive home?

Marilyn: Oh, Richard, it really isn't that bad.

Richard: Do you want to stick it out for the whole weekend?

Marilyn: Well, I'll admit the room is uncomfortable.

Richard: Uh-hum.

Marilyn: And I do feel bad about your mother having to take care of the baby all weekend.

Richard: Why don't we just check out?

Marilyn: OK.

Marilyn: Hello? Yes. Yes, this is she. Oh, hello! How nice of you to remember us! Yes, My husband did call. You do? Really? It won't be any trouble? Oh, yes, I think we'd like that very much. Fifteen minutes! Thank you. Good-bye. You will never guess.

Richard: Uh... I give up.

Marilyn: Mrs. Montefiore from the Watermill Inn.

Richard: What is she calling about?

Marilyn: They have an opening. Someone just checked out, and Mrs. Montefiore has reserved the honeymoon suite for us.

Richard: You're kidding?

Marilyn: No. Isn't it wonderful?

Richard: It's fantastic! Oh, Now all it has to do is stop raining. Let's go.

Act 3.

Innkeeper: Welcome to the Watermill Inn.

Marilyn: Oh, Richard, it's exactly as it was when we were married!

Innkeeper: And when I got married.

Marilyn: Even the old patchwork quilt is the same!

Innkeeper: My great-grandmother made that quilt when Teddy Roosevelt was President. In those day, when they made quilts, they cut patches from the old clothing of every member in the family os that each one would be a part of it.

Marilyn: What a lovely tradition!

Richard: Thank you for calling us.

Innkeeper: I remember you and your wife from the first time you stayed with us.

Richard: We were very young.

Innkeeper: And very much in love.

Marilyn: We have a baby now.

Innkeeper: How wonderful! A boy or girl?

Marilyn: A boy-Max.

Innkeeper: Do you have a picture?

Richard: Would a professional photographer be without a picture?

Innkeeper: Oh, he's adorable!

Richard: And very bright.

Marilyn: Like his father. A real Stewart.

Richard: And very good-looking, like his mother.

Innkeeper: Well, it's nice to have you with us again. next time, bring the baby.

Marilyn: You see, Richard? Max is welcome here.

Richard: Not on our anniversary. This vacation is for you and me.

Innkeeper: If there's anything you need, please call me. I'll be in the front office all day.

Innkeeper: Oh, I took the liberty of ordering some breakfast for you. Just put it over there, Charles. Thank you, Charles. Compliments of the Watermill Inn.

Richard: Thank you.

Marilyn: Thank you so much.

Richard: Now, this is my idea of a good time. Let's see...Hotcakes and maple syrup, with scrambled eggs.

Marilyn: Umm...smell that coffee... cinnamon and cloves.

Richard: Homemade buttermilk biscuits.

Marilyn: Slices of orange with burnt honey.

Richard: Let's eat!

Marilyn: First I want to call home and check on your mother and the baby.

Richard: Honey, if there were any problems, she would call us.

Marilyn: She doesn't know we've changed hotels.

Richard: You're right. Of course.

Marilyn: Hello, operator. I'd like to call Riverdale, New York.

Richard: This food is heavenly, isn't it?

Marilyn: This whole place is heavenly. Do you remember that old desk? Mrs. Montefiore told me that George Washington sat at that desk and wrote to his wife Martha.

Richard: What do you want to do after breakfast?

Marilyn: Why don't we take a walk down to the river?

Richard: In the rain?

Marilyn: No. Look out the window. The sun is shining!

Richard: Now this is my idea fo a good time!

EPISODE 16 Full of Surprise

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Act 1.

Robbie: The mailman just dropped some mail in our box Grandpa.

Grandpa: Probably a lot of advertising and bills. Why don't you write to me, Robbie, so I can get some interesting mail?

Robbie: You were right, Grandpa. Advertising, bills, bills, advertising.

Grandpa: Yes. It's just like I said, Robbie. Nothing interesting.

Robbie: You won't believe it, Grandpa, but there's a letter here addressed to you, Mr.Malcolm Stewart, and it looks like a personal letter.

Grandpa: Oh, it must be a bill.

Robbie: I don't think so. The return name and address is Pete Waers, RFD Number 1, Chesterton.

Grandpa: You're joking. Pete Waters?

Robbie: Pete Waters, RFD Number 1, Chesterton. You know him?

Grandpa: Do I know Pete Waters? You bet I do! He was my roommate in college. He visited with Grandma and me in Florida about five years ago.

Robbie: What does he say? Is he OK?

Grandpa: Yeah, he's fine. Just fine. He's writing to invite me to spend a weekend with him at his farm. He's planning a get-together with two or three other college friends. The dindof a fifty-year anniversary reunion.

Robbie: Sounds like fun. Fifty Years? Wow!

Grandpa: It sounds like fun to me, too, Robbie.

Robbie: What kind of farm does he have?

Grandpa: I've never been three, Robbie, but he has chickens and cows and all. That means fresh eggs and fresh milk.

Robbie: Does he have a family?

Granpa: No, he doesn't fobbie. He never married. He's not as lucky as I am to have a family and grandchildren . I'm a lucky man.

Robbie: How come he never got married?

Grandpa: That's a good question, Robbie. A very good question. He never married because the girl he was in love with in college married someone else. As simple as that. He never got over it.

Robbie: He must have loved her very much.

Grandpa: Yes. Very much. Lillian Winters. She was in our class.

Robbie: And what happened?

Grandpa: She was in love with Donald McGrath, the quarterback on our football team.

Robbie: Football players are always popular with the ladies.

Grandpa: She liked Pete, and they went to dances together. But her heart was with Donald.

Robbie: Did he ever get over it?

Grandpa: No, he never did.

Robbie: Where is she today?

Grandpa: I don't know. Maybe Lillian will be at the reunion.

Robbie: You think so?

Grandpa: Pete's full of surprises.

Robbie: I wish I could go there with you, Grandpa. What do you think the surprise will be?

Grandpa: With Pete, you never know, Robbie.

Robbie: Won't it be exciting to see all your college friends there again?

Grandpa: It is already. I'm kind of excited about going now. Next weekend...sleep over Friday and Saturday night and come back Sunday. I can't wait!

Ribbie: Don't you think you ought to call Pete and tell him you're coming?

Grandpa: You're reading my mind, Robbie.

Act 2.

Attendant: Hello. What can I do for you?

Grandpa: Hi. Fill'er up. I need a full tank.

Attendant: Check the hood?

Grandpa: No, thanks.

Attendant: Whereabouts are you headed?

Grandpa: Pete Waters's farm, near Chesterton.

Attendant: I know it well. Pete Waters' lived around here almost as long as I have.

Grandpa: How long is it going to take for me to get there?

Attendant: About fifteen minutes. There's a shortcut-is you know it.

Grandpa: No, I don't. Could you tell me how to use the shortcut?

Attendant: Sure. You take the next left turn. You'll see a stop sign. Make a right at the stop sign. Stay on that road, and you'll cross a blue bridge. Then you'll see a big old red bam. That's the back of Pete Waters's place.

Grandpa: That's quite a difference from the directions that Pete sent me.

Attendant: Now, if you take that route, it's probably a lot simpler, but it'll take you ten minutes longer.

Grandpa: OK. Let me repeat it. I take the next left turn to the stop sign. Then a right across a blue bridge, and then a big red barn.

Attendant: Can't miss it.

Grandpa: How much do I owe you?

Attendant: Well, that'll be eighteen dollars and seventy cent. No charge for the cleanup. It's on the house.

Grandpa: Well, here's a twenty.

Attendant: Ah. OK. That's a dollar and thirty cents change. Thee we go... will mae twenty. Thanks.

Grandpa: Thank you. And thanks for the directions.

Grandpa: This must be Peteps barn.Turn right to the house. Hi.

Worker: Hi. What can I do for you?

Grandpa: Is this the Pete Waters farm?

Worker: It is.

Grandpa: I'm a friend of Pete's . I'm looking for the house.

Worker: It's just over yonder. Keep along this road till you get to the end of the fence. You'll see the chicken. His house is on the left.

Grandpa: Well, thanks.

Grandpa: "have gone to the railroad station. Back soon with a surprise. Make yourself at home. Have a look around Pete." Same old Pete Waters. Always full of surprises.

Act 3.

Amold: Don't tell me. Please don't tell me. I recognize you...

Peggy: Oh, don't be silly, Arnie. Of course you recognize him. Except for the beard, he hasn't changed in fifty years. It's Malcolm Stewart!

Amold: I know it's Malcolm Stewart. You haven't changed much in fifty years.

Grandpa: Peggy-Peggy Pendleton! You're Peggy Pendleton!

Amold: Who am I, you old rascal? You don't recognize me, do you?

Grandpa: I know who you are. You're Amold Franklin! I know who you are!

Peggy: You look wonderful, Malcolm!

Grandpa: Sit down. Pete isn't home.

Amold: Really?

Grandpa: No. He left a note on the door saying he was going to the railroad station to pick up a surprise.

Peggy: He's so funny. Always full of surprises, even fifty years later.

Grandpa: The two of you look unbelievable!

Amnold: How's your family? Oh, I was sorry to hear about your wife having passed away.

Grandpa: Yes. About four years ago.

Peggy: And you're living with your children now? In New York? Pete wrote us and told us.

Grandpa: Yup. Retired and moved to New York to live with my son and his family.

Peggy: By the way, what do you think this big surprise is?

Amold: It could be most anything, knowing Pete.

Grandpa: Hey, that must be Pete! Now we'll find out about the surprise.

Pete: So good to see you all!

Peggy: Oh, pete, Pete! Oh, It's so good to see you!

Pete: Remember Lillian?

Lillian: I remember all of you. You haven't changed a bit.

Peggy: Lillian! Oh, my gosh!

Amold: Lillian Winters. We were together in the Thursday night drama society.

Lillian: Remember me, Malcolm?

Grandpa: Oh, beautiful as ever, Lillian. How's Donald?

Lillian: That's OK, Malcolm. Donald Passed away a couple of years ago.

Amold: Sorry to hear that, Lillian.

Peggy: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Amold: I would not have missed this get-together for the world!

Grandpa: And your little surprise, Pete? You really surprised me by having us all come together.

Pete: You don't know what the surprise is yet? Come on! We'll tell you the big surprise.

Pete: I've invited you here for the weekend to help celebrate.

Peggy: Celebrate?

Grandpa: Our fiftieth reunion?

Amold: No.

Lillian: No. Pete wants to tell you...

Pete: Now, let me have the honor, Lillian.

Grandpa: For goodness sake, Pete, tell us! I can't wait much longer.

Pete: Well, I am pouring this iced tea so that we can toast Lillian-and me.

Peggy: You don't mean to tell me that you and...

Pete: Yes, I do. I have loved Lillian all these years, so I asked her to be Mrs.Pete.Waters.

Lillian: And I said yes.

Grandpa: I knew it! Congratulations!

Peggy: Oh, Lillian, I am so happy for you both.

Amold: It's wonderful!

Pete: It's wonderful for me. Lillian will make me a happy man finally.

Grandpa: You are full of surprises, Pete.

Pete: We are going to spend the entire weekend having a good time together here on the farm. We are going to celebrate all weekend.

Peggy: When is the wedding?

Pete: That's another surprise. Lillian and I were married two weeks ago in Detroit. She's come here to stay.

Grandpa: Wait till I tell my family about this!

Peggy: Why, that's wonderful!

EPISODE 17 Photo Finish

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Act 1.

Marilyn: What are you doing?

Richard: I think I've got them.

Marilyn: You think you've got what?

Richard: Performing arts-performing arts centers. I think I've got them all, but I'm not sure.

Marilyn: I think you have got it, Richard. Lincoln Center, home of the Metropolitan Opera, the New York City Ballet, the New York Philharmonic.

Richard: Shubert Alley, center of the theater on Broadway.

Marilyn: And Comegie Hall. And the others. I do have it all.

Marilyn: You have been working on this for some time, Richard. I'm glad you feel you've finally put it all together. What now?

Richard: Now for the hard part.

Marilyn: Oh, you think you're going to have a hard time getting the album published?

Richard: Well, it won't be easy.

Marilyn: So, what do you think you're going to do?

Richard: Does the name Harvey Carlson ring a bell?

Marilyn: Oh,yes! Harvey Carlson! I remember.

Richard: He said I should call him. He's the publisher of the Carlson Publishing Company. He said they need a new book of photographs, and he really liked my concept.

Marilyn: So, why don't you call him in the morning?

Richard: Do you think I have enough to show him?

Marilyn: I've been through every section with you, Richard. It's quite complete. And now that you're satisfied, with the performing arts section, I think you should show it to Mr.Carlson.

Richard: You're right. My Family Album, U.S.A. feels right. I'll call in the morning and set up an appointment to see him.

Marilyn: He's going to love your work. Come on. Let's get some sleep.

Richard: Is it too early to call Mr.Carlson?

Marilyn: Seven after nine? No. I'm sure he's in his office.

Richard: His number is five, five, five, seven, five, three, two. Five, five, five, seven, five three, two. Hello. Mr. Carlson, please.

Receptionist: Mr.Carlson is busy at the moment. May I help you?

Richard: I'd like to make an appointment with him.

Receptionist: And your name is...?

Richard: My name is Richard Stewart. He told me to call him about my project, Family Album, U.S.A.

Receptionist: Mr. Stewart, I just spoke to Mr.Carlson. He would like to see you. But the only time he's available this week is tomorrow morning at ten 0'clock.

Richard: Thanks. Thanks a lot. Good-bye. Well, it's done. Tomorrow morning at a publisher's office.

Marilyn: Oh, it's so exciting, isn't it, Richard?

Richard: Well, finally a publisher will see my work.

Act 2.

Receptionist: Good morning.

Richard: Good morning. My name is Richard Stewart. I'm here to see Mr.Carlson.

Receptionist: Please sit down, Mr. Stewart. Mr. Carlson will be with you shortly.

Richard: Thank you.

Receptionist: Excuse me, Mr. Carlson, but Richard Stewart is here for his ten 0'clock appointment with you. OK. Thank you. Like I said, he'll be with you shortly.

Richard: Thank you.

Receptionist: Yes, Mr.Carlson. Yes, sir. He's ready for you, Mr. Stewart.

Richard: Thank you. In there?

Receptionist: Yes. In there. Good luck.

Carlson: Come in, come in. This is a crazy morning. Hello, Richard.

Richard: Hello, Mr.Carlson.

Carlson: Sit down, sit down.

Richard: Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

Carlson: I hope you've brought your pictures along. I see that you have. Let's get right to it. We need a new coffee table book, and a book of photos about the United States still feels right. OK, let's take a look. Good. Very good. Family Album, U.S.A. It's an excellent title. If you had to describe the book in one sentence, how would you do it?

Richard: Well, I'd describe it as a book which is a ... a portrait of the United States-the places, the people-mostly the people. The things they do, the ways they live, the placesd they visit, and the landmarks. A photographic journey.

Carlson: These are wonderful-these photos in your pen arts section. Carnegie Hall, Lincoln Center.

Richard: I'm glad you like them.

Carlson: I do, but...

Richard: But?

Carlson: There's something missing. You've got a good eye, Richard. You're a terrific photographer. But before I can publish your work. I need to meet with my marketing department, and you've got to do one more thing.

Richard: What's that, Mr. Carlson?

Carlson: In the section on culture, you've included performing arts centers, but you've left out street performance.The mimes. The musicians. The dancers-in the parks and on the streets. Richard, if you go out and photograph street performances in the city, you'll have it.

Richard: That is a great ieda.The performing arts centers and the street performances. I'll do it.

Carlson: If you do it, I'll publish your work.

Richard: Are you serious?

Carlson: I've never been more serious. When do you think you can return with street performances?

Richard: A couple of weeks.

Carlson: If they're as good as the rest of these pictures, it's a deal.

Richard: You won't be disappointed, Mr.Carlson. Thanks.

Carlson: Good-bye, Richard, and good luck. See you in two weeks.

Richard: Good-bye, Mr. Carlson. Thanks. So if you like the street-performance photos, you'll really publish Family Album, U.S.A.?

Carlson: When I way something, I mean it. Go to work. Goodbye.

Richard: Good-bye.

Act 3.

Richard: Two weeks. I said I could do it in two weeks, and I did it.

Marilyn: The pictures you've taken are fabulous, Richard. Mr. Carlson will love them.

Richard: Monday morning. I'm going to show him the photos on Monday morning. I can't wait!

Marilyn: I'm very proud of you. You really did a beautiful job. I know he will love the new photographs for your book.

Richard: Yeah. I really did do a good job, didn't I? Hey, you know? There's still some film left on this roll, and there's one person I haven't photographed in a long time.

Marilyn: Who?

Richard: You.

Marilyn: Richard! I haven't brushed my hair.

Richard: You look great!

Marilyn; It's not fait, Richard. I'm not even ready.

Richard: Oh, that's wonderful! That's wonderful!

Carlson: Wonderful!

Richard: Thanks.

Carlson: Fabulous!

Richard: Thanks!

Carlson: Terrific!

Richard: Thanks.

Carlson: They get better and better.

Richard: Thanks a lot.

Carlson: This is sensational!

Richard: Yeah. Thanks.

Carlson: What a job! Good work, Richard!

Richard: I'm so glad you like them so much.

Carlson: Like them? They represent your best work.

Richard: Really?

Carlson: Absolutely.

Richard: Well...what do you think? Do I have my book?

Carlson: You do. You do. There's a book here, I'll have a contract and an advance payment waiting for you first thing in the morning.

Richard: Thank you.

Carlson: And while you're here I would like to introduce you to your editor. And I want you to meet the people in the art department. I'll set up an appointment with the marketing

people.

Richard: When do you think we'll be through?

Carlson: In about half an hour. Why?

Richard: I can't wait to tell Marilyn!

EPISODE 18 Making Difference

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Act 1.

Ellen: I don't believe it!

Philip: What's wrong?

Ellen: Carter Boswell!

Philip: Who's Carter Boswell?

Ellen: He's running for the school board. The election's next month.

Philip: What's wrong with wanting to be on the school board?

Ellen: Nothing. But he wants to cut the school budget!

Philip: Maybe it needs cutting.

Ellen: Cutting the budget is fine, but he wants to do it by cutting all the cultural programs. No music, no dance, no concert, no stage presentations.

Philip: Why does he want to do that?

Ellen: He says it's to save the taxpayers' money, and I think he believes that the taxpayers' will vote for him if he spends less on the cultural programs.

Philip: He's probably right. Lots of people want their taxes used for new books and a new paint job in the schoolrooms.

Ellen: Maybe some of us would like to pay a little bit more and keep the cultural programs for our kids.

Philip: Well, I'm not sure, Ellen. I hear it from my patients. Lots of people are tired of higher taxes.

Ellen: I know, but if Boswell wins he'll be an important decision maker on the school board, and he doesn't know anything about our children's education.

Philip: Who's running against him?

Ellen: Nobody. That's the problem.

Philip: Well, it sounds to me like Carter Boswell is going to win this seat on the board.

Ellen: Oh, not if I can stop him!

Philip: And how are you going to stop him?

Ellen: I don't know. Maybe I'll run against him.

Philip: Well, You've got my vote.

Ellen: I'm serious, Philip. Why shouldn't I run?

Robbie: Why shouldn't you run for what, Mom?

Philip: Your mother is thinking of running for the school board.

Robbie: Hey, that's terrific, Mom!

Richard: Against Carter Boswell? Great!

Ellen: Well, if I run for office, the voters will have a clear choice. I stand for everything Boswell doesn't.

Marilyn: I think a lot of people will vote for you against Boswell, Ellen. I'll vote for you.

Ellen: Will you help me if I do run?

Marilyn: Absolutely.

Ellen: The trouble is it takes a little bit of money to run a campaign.

Philip: I think you can make a difference, Ellen. And in a short campaign you wouldn't need as much money. You know something, Ellen? Why not give the people of Riverdale a clear choice? I'm with you. You can make a difference.

Maxwell: Come in.

Ellen: Mr. Maxwell?

Maxwell: Yes, Charles Maxwell.

Ellen: My name is Ellen Stewart.

Maxwell: Hello. Please, sit down. You asked to see me. What would you like to see me about?

Ellen: I'd like your help.

Maxwell: Well, I'm editor of the most influential newpaper in Riverdale. Actually, it's the only newspaper. A lot of people would like my help. Do you have a story?

Ellen: I'm planning to run for the school board.

Maxwell: Against Carter Boswell?

Ellen: Yes.

Maxwell: Well, that is news.

Ellen: Will you announce that I'm running?

Maxwell: Sure. But I need some information.

Ellen: Of course.

Maxwell: Why will the voters vote for you against Boswell, Mrs.Stewart?

Ellen: Because I care.

Maxwell: "Vote for Ellen Stewart.She cares." Not a bad slogan. But what do you care about?

Ellen: Well, I care about the children of our town. I don't want hem to grow up without cultural programs in our school.

Maxwell: Do you have a plan?

Ellen: I want our children to learn more than reading, writing, and airthmetic. I want to keep the after-school programs-the music, the concerts.

Maxwell: It's not a bad plan. But who's going to pay for all of this?

Ellen: We are. The citizens of Riverdale, of course. I plan to get help from the businessmen and the corporations of Riverdale.

Maxwell: That's fair enough. Exactly what do you want from me, Mrs.Stewart?

Ellen: You don't know me. I can't expect you to take my side a against Boswell. But I do nee some publicity so that the people of our town know that I'm running for office and that I car about our children.

Maxwell: Fair enough. I certainly can print the news. And you are now making news.

Act 2.

Grandpa: Here are the fliers, hot of the press!

Ellen: Looks good. Simple.

Marilyn: Right over there, Grandpa. You fold the fliers, Richard and I will put them into the envelopes.

Richard: We finished addressing over three hundred envelopes.

Grandpa: Need another box?

Ellen: Good work, gang.

Mike: Hi, this is Mike Johnson. Can I speak with Mr. Or Mrs.Anderson? Thanks.

Robbie: Mr.Nelson. Hi. This is Robbie Stewart. Did you know my mother is running for the school board?

Jimmy: Yes, Miss Kim, Ellen Stewart. "She cares." Oh, see you at the polls.

Robbie: Certainly, I'll give her your best wishes, Mr.Nelson.

Mike: Hi, this is Mike Johnson. Can I speak with Mr. or Mrs.Burns? Thank you.

Ellen: We have done so much in such a short amount of time. I can't believe it! Wait till Philip come and sees our progress!

Robbie: Everyone saw story in the Riverdale newspaper.

Ellen: Mr. Maxwell was very kind to print my announcement.

Grandpa: It helps enormously. Everybody in riverdale reads his paper.

Richard: Your photo in it helped, too.

Ellen: Thanks to you, Richard, it's a good picture.

Philip: Well, hi, all.

Richard&Robbie: Hi, Dad.

Ellen: Hello, darling.

Philip: May I...may I help?

Marilyn: Licking envelopes.

Grandpa: I fold the fliers.

Richard: We stuff them.

Philip: And I lick the envelopes.

Robbie: Hey, everybody, Mrs.Greenberg is on the phone. She says Carter Boswell is on the TV right now-doing a commercial.

Philip: What channel?

Robbie: Five.

Philip: Five?

Boswell: ...and if you ask what I care about, I'll tell you. I care about the school buildings in need of paint. I care about more lockers for the teachers. I care about new fixtures in the hallways-not music or dancing or entertainment. I care about the practical things. If you do, vote for me, Carter Boswell.

Ellen: A lot of people will agree with him.

Philip: I told you.

Robbie: Too bad kids can't vote. It's our school, but we can't vote.

Richard: There are people in favor of the cultural programs, Mom.

Marilyn: There are, Ellen. Don't be upset by Boswell's commercial.

Philip: You have to go on television, too.

Ellen: Boswell's a powerful speaker.

Philip: You can be, too. Your ideas are good ones.

Ellen: I don't know. I'm not sure I'm up to it.

Act 3.

Ellen: ...my slogan is "I care". I care about people, not things, Vote for me, Ellen Stewart. I care. How was it?

Richard: You were terrific!

Ellen: Can I see it?

Richard: Sure.

Ellen: Hello. My name is Ellen Stewart, and I'm running for the open seat on the school board. My slogan is "I care". What does the word care mean?...I care about people, not things. Vote for me, Ellen Stewart. I care.

Philip: I like it, but now what? How can we possibly get it on so Riverdale will see it and hear it?

Richard: Leave it to me.

Ellen: ...I mean that when I say "I care". I care about people, not things. Vote for me, Ellen Stewart. I care.

Marilyn: What happened?

Richard: Mom is now on television in every appliance store in Riverdale, except Hamlin's. He's a Boswell voter.

Philip: That's a brilliant idea, Richard!

Grandpa: You inherited your father's brains.

Philip: We got our brains from you, Day.

Richard: And guess what? I called channel five. Their TV news is going to cover it. "Housewife campaigns in appliance stores." And I'll bet some magazine will pick up the story, too.

Robbie: Mom, you're going to win! I know it!

Philip: Hold it, Robbie! Just cool down. I know we're getting some attention now, but in the end the voters will have to decide.

Grandpa: You're going to win. Trust me!

Reporter: In the hotly contested race for the one seat on the Riverdale School Board, Mrs.Ellen Stewart has taken an early lead.

Robbie: She's winning! Mom, you're winning!

Reporter: Now returning to other local news...Riverdale High School beat its rival Horace Mann in baseball today...

Ellen: It's too soon to know for certain.

Philip: You're ahead. That's better than being behind.

Reporter: More sports after this.

Ellen: It's not over yet. Let's just all calm down, and wait for the final results.

Grandpa: Ellen, why don't you go out to the backyard and get some fresh air?

Ellen: Thank you, Grandpa. I need some.

Ellen: What happened?

Philip: You came very close, Ellen.

Grandpa: You lost by only a hundred and twenty-one votes.

Ellen: I lost.

Richard: You tried, Mom.

Marilyn: You lost by a very small number of votes.

Robbie: Only one hundred and twenty-one votes! I'm sorry, Mom.

Ellen: There just wasn't enough time.

Philip: Look, you've made a very strong impressing on our community. You'll have another chance next election.

Philip: Hello. Oh, yes, yes, Mr.Maxwell.

Ellen: Hello Mr.Maxwell.

Maxwell: How are you? I just called to tell you that you are very impressive. You lost the election, but you won the attention of the residents of Riverdale, of Boswell, and of me.

Ellen: Well, thank you, Mr. Maxwell. I appreciate your kind words. I needed that.

Maxwell: I hear Boswell wants to appoint you to a special arts committee. I'm sending over a reporter in the morning to interview you.

Ellen: You are?

Maxwell: I'm going to do an article on "Ellen Stewart-she cares. "Maybe we'll all care now. Good-bye.

Ellen: Thank you-and good-bye.

Philip: What was that about?

Ellen: You were right, Philip. I did make a difference in town.

Robbie: And in this family.

EPISODE 19 I Do

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Act 1.

Harry: It looks wrong.

Philip: Hmmm. It is wrong.

Richard: Are they always that difficult to make?

Philip: The truth is...yes. I'll try again.

Robbie: At this rate, the wedding will take place tomorrow.

Philip: Not to worry. OK.Here we go.

Harry: I'm worried, Philip. What if we can't tie the tie?

Richard: If we can't tie the tie, then there can't be a wedding.

Robbie: You'd better not make Harry any more nervous than he is. Don't worry.We'll figure a way.

Grandpa: How're you doing, fellas?

Harry: Not so good, Grandpa. We can't get this bow tie tied. Nobody knows how to do it.Do you?

Grandpa: No. I never could, either.

Philip: Well, you have your own tuxedo. How do you tie your bow tie?

Robbie: Yeah, Grandpa, I've seen you in it. You look great.How do you tie it?

Grandpa: I don't.

Richard: You don't?

Harry: What do you mean?

Grandpa: I never could tie one of those...things...bow ties. I have always worn a clip-on bow tie.

Harry: A clip-on?

Philip: Of course. Now I remember.

Grandpa: Yes, it's so easy. All you do is clip it around under your collar.

Richard: We all need one of those.

Robbie: The tuxedo rental store. Do you think they're open?

Philip: Should be. Sunday's their big day.

Richard: I'll call and find out.

Grandpa: Well, if they're not, I'll lend you mine, Harry. You're the only one who really needs to be wearing a tuxedo, anyway.

Harry: Thanks, Grandpa.

Philip: I'm the father of the bride. I'm supposed to be worried about my daughter, and here I am with the man that's marrying my daughter-worrying about him.

Grandpa: Poor Harry. I know the feeling. Wedding-day litters.

Robbie: Are they open?

Richard: We're in luck. They're open. And they have lots of clip-on bow ties.

Robbie: I'll bicycle down to the village and get them.

Harry: You'd better hurry, Robbie.

Grandpa: There's lots of time. A little over two hours.

Harry: In two hours and fifteen minutes I'll be married to Susan.

Philip: And be a true member of the Stewart family.

Grandpa: Oh, you're a lucky guy, Harry. Susan is one of the best women you'll ever find. She's just like her grandma.

Richard: Now, once you put the ring on Susan's finger, you are one of us, Harry. And don't ever forget it.

Harry: Ring? Ring? Oh my! What did I do with the rings? I put them in the pocket of my sports jacket.

Richard: No, I think you put them in your tuxedo jacket pocket. Remember?

Harry: Right. What did I do with the rings?

Philip: Didn't you give them to Richard? He's your best man. I remember. You gave them to Richard.

Richard: Oh, yeah. I remember now. You handed them to me. What did I do with them?

Harry: I hope they aren't lost.

Grandpa: Oh, don't worry, Harry. They have to be here.

Richard: I remember. I gave them to Robbie to hold so I wouldn't lose them.

Harry: Oh, I forget. What time is it?

Grandpa: It's still a little over two hours, Harry. Just relax.

Harry: What about the rings?

Richard: I'm sure Robbie has them.

Harry: No, NO, Robbie doesn't have them. He gave them to me to hold on to them because he didn't want the responsibility of holding them. I put them in my tuxedo-but in the lapel pocket. That's a relief. I was really worried.

Richard: I'll hold on to them for you. The best man always keeps the rings.

Harry: You're right. You're right. You hold on to them so there won't be problem later.

Philip: Well, now, I think we'd better get dressed, fellas.

Grandpa: All right!

Richard: Robbie will bring the ties back.

Harry: Hey, leaving me?

Grandpa: You'll be fine.

Philip: Try to take it easy. It'll all be over in two hours.

Harry: Over?

Grandpa: The wedding ceremony will be over. You'll be husband and wife.

Harry: I guess you're right. Two hours from now.Two hours from now.

Act2.

Marilyn: And now for...something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.

Susan: OK. Let's see. Something borrowed. That's this dress. Borrowed from Marilyn.

Ellen: Something blue. My wristband. I wore it when I married your father.

Susan: Oh, Mother. I forgot you still had it. It's just so lovely.

Ellen: I bought it in an antique shop when I was about eighteen years old. I saved it for my wedding day.

Susan: And you saved it for me, didn't you, Mother?

Ellen: Yes, honey I did. Are we ever going to finish?

Ellen: All right. OK. Something borrowed.

Marilyn: The wedding dress. And something blue.

Susan: The wristband. Something old?

Ellen: Something old. Right. What's old?

Susan: Of course! Something old. I had planned to wear them.

Ellen: Grandma's pearls! Oh, Grandpa will be so pleased that you're wearing them. I'm sure he misses Grandma on a day like this.

Susan: Help me with them, Marilyn. I've never worn them before. I've been saving them for today.

Ellen: Saving them for today? Oh, you're a real Stewart! Marilyn: Oh, there you go. Lovely!

Ellen: Lovely!

Susan: Lovely!

Marilyn: Something borrowed, something blue. Something old... and now for something new.

Susan: The veil. Oh, it's so beautiful, Marilyn!

Ellen: You really are a fabulous designer, Marilyn.

Marilyn: Doesn't it look jst right on Susan?

Ellen: Perfect!

Marilyn: And when you both say, "I do," Harry will lift this veil over your head and kiss the bride.

Ellen: Oh, I'm so excited!

Susan: When you said, "I do, " Marilyn, it suddenly became real.

Marilyn: That's all right, Susan. You've got the wedding-day jitters! In less than two hours, you will be Mrs.Harry Bennett.

Ellen: Oh, that reminds me. If we don't get dressed, we won't be there to see Susan become Mrs. Harry Bennett.

Susan: Before you leave-do I look all right?

Ellen: You never looked better.

Susan: Mom.

Marilyn: She's right. And that's dear little Max. Got to go and feed him.

Susan: What am I Supposed to do?

Marilyn: Take off the veil, kick off your shoes, and sit down.

Ellen: We'll come upstairs and get you in a little while.

Marilyn: Richard's going to take some wedding pictures before the ceremony. So just relax.

Susan: Are you kidding? Relax?

Susan: Susan Stewart...you are about to become Susan Bennett-Mrs. Harry Bennett.

Act 3.

Judge: Philip...Ellen.

Philip: Ah, Judge.

Judge: How are you? How are you?

Ellen: Hello.

Judge: I think it's time for the wedding to begin.

Judge: All right, ladies and gentlemen. Please take your places. The wedding ceremony is about to begin.

Judge: OK, Jane. Start the music.

Judge: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Do either of you have any reason why you should not legally be joined in marriage? Is there anyone present who can show any just cause why these two people should not be legally joined in marriage? Then, Harry Bennett, do you take Susan Stewart to be your lawful, wedded wife?

Harry: I do.

Judge: And you, Susan Stewart, do you take Harry Bennett to be your lawful, wedded husband?

Susan: I do

Judge: The rings, please.

Richard: I have them, Harry.

Judge: By the power vested in me by the laws of the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride now, Harry.

EPISODE 20 Quality Time

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Act 1.

Robbie: Where's Mom?

Grandpa: She went to a school-board meeting.

Robbie: I don't know how she does it. She sure keeps busy.

Grandpa: It's import to her.There are lots of places to go, lots of things to do. She can't sit around and do nothings to do. She can't sit around and do nothing. Philip works late.

Robbie: I guess you're right. I wish I had her energy.

Philip: Anybody home?

Robbie: We're in here, Dad.

Philip: Oh. Hi, gang.

Grandpa: Hello, Philip. How was your day?

Philip: My day was just fine. So was my night. It's almost ten 0'clock. Mmm.I'm starving. Um...where's Mom?

Robbie: She went to a school-board meeting.

Grandpa: There's a note for you on the refrigerator.

Philip: Oh?

Philip: Did you have dinner, Robbie?

Robbie: Yeah. Mike and I had a hamburger at the diner. I came home a little while ago. You've been working late almost every night this week, Dad. Aren't you exhausted?

Philip: I don't have time to be exhausted.

Robbie: You and Mom haven't had dinner together with us in almost a full week.

Philip: Yeah, I feel bad about us not having dinner with the family, but our schedules are so different. Either I'm at the hospital doing paperwork, or Mom is at a committee meeting. I frankly don't know what to do about it.

Robbie: I'm worried about you and Mom. You really have been working too hard.

Philip: Well, I think I've had enough of that sandwich.

Robbie: You didn't finish it.

Philip: It's not good to eat before going to bed. A cookie can't hurt, though.

Philip: Well, I'm heading off for bed and a good night's sleep.

Robbie: Well, good night.

Philip: Good night, son. Good night, Dad. I'm going to bed.

Grandpa: Good night, Philip.

Philip: Haven't you finished balancing that checkbook?

Grandpa: I found another mistake. I'll be off to bed myself in a minute.

Philip: OK.Good night.

Robbie: I'm really concerned about them, Grandpa.

Grandpa: Concerned about whom?

Robbie: About Mom and Dad. They hardly ever see each other. Dad often works late, and Mom has all these committees she's on.

Grandpa: What do you propose to do about it? You have that look in your eye.

Robbie: I don't know, but there must be a way of getting them to spend more time together. Quality time.

Act 2.

Ellen: Hello there, Robbie. What are you doing up this late?

Robbie: Reading.

Ellen: Reading? At this hour? Ah, come on, Robbie. What are you doing up this late?

Robbie: Things on my mind.

Ellen: Do you care to talk about them?

Robbie: Sure, if you don't mind listening.

Ellen: Robbie, Robbie, remember me? I'm your mother. If you have something you want to talk about, I'm always prepared to listen.

Robbie: You haven't been around much lately.

Ellen: So that's it. OK, let's talk.

Robbie: You and Dad are like ships that pass in the night. Dad works hard, and he works late. You work hard on all your committees, and you work late.

Ellen: I thought you were proud of the work I do.

Robbie: I am, Mom. Real proud. You are one fantastic mom, but...but I've been noticing how little quality time you spend with Dad and me... and the family.

Ellen: It's a real problem, Robbie. I know it.

Robbie: I'm concerned. There must be a way that Day and you can spend more time together.

Ellen: Well, we always talk about taking a vacation together with the family.

Robbie: I think you ought to take a vacation away from the family-alone. Kind of a second honeymoon.

Ellen: It would be wonderful, but our schedules won't allow it.

Robbie: I think I have an idea.

Ellen: You do?

Robbie: Yup. I think I have an idea that will bring Dad and you together in a more scheduled way.

Ellen: What is it?

Robbie: Well, you know how Dad is always talking about the kids in the ward and how important it is for them to be paid attention to?

Ellen: Yes.

Robbie: Well...and how hard it i because the doctors and murses are so busy?

Ellen: Yes.

Robbie: Well, how would it be if you took some time to work with Dad towards solving that problem?

Ellen: I don't get it.

Robbie: Like setting up a regular weekly reading program. You and Dad. You and Dr.Philip Stewart-going to the children's ward once or twice a week and reading to them.

Ellen: Not bad. Not a bad idea, Robbie. As a matter of fact, it fits right in with something I'm working on right now with the school-board committee.

Robbie: What's that?

Ellen: I've been trying to work out a program in the public school that will bring parents and teachers together once a week to read to the students-their own children, really. By doing that, it will encourage reading.

Robbie: So it might fit in with a program for reading to the kids in the hospital.

Ellen: You're right. We'll do it! I'm going to talk to Daddy about it right now.

Robbie: But Dad was so exhausted when he came home from work. Why don't you talk to him about it tomorrow?

Ellen: You are a very smart young man, Robbie. I think I'll wait until tomorrow.

Robbie: You won't forget, will you?

Ellen: Believe me, I won't. It is a great idea, and I promise you I won't forget.

Robbie: Thanks, Mom.

Ellen: Thank you, Robbie.

Act 3.

Ellen: Good morning. What a wonderful morning! Don't the flowers smell wonderful?

Philip: Good morning, Ellen. Yes, they do. That's why I'm reading my paper and having my coffee on the patio this morning. Ah, it does smell sweet. How was your school- board meeting last night? You must've come home very late.

Ellen: Did you find the sandwich I made for you?

Philip: Thanks, dear. I was so tired I didn't even finish it.

Ellen: Philip, I've been working on this special project with the school board, and I'd like your opinion about it.

Philip: What is it?Ellen: I've been trying to find a way to encourage reading.

Philip: Good luck!

Ellen: Well, I think I may have found a way to do it.

Philip: Tell me about it. I work with families every day, Ellen. I see how people spend their leisure time-young and old.

Ellen: Mostly watching television. Well, that would be OK if , and I repeat, if people took the time to read.

Philip: I couldn't agree with you more.

Ellen: The question is, how do we get them to read more?

Philip: I think you're going to give me the answer to tha question. You have that looking your eye.

Ellen: I do have an answer, Philip. Or at least I think I do.

Philip: Well, tell me about it.

Ellen: The plan is a simple one. Involve the entire family in a reading project.

Philip: In the home?

Ellen: Yes, in the home. But first in the school-rooms.

Philip: Hmm, interesting. But how do you plan to do that?

Ellen: By arranging with the public schools to schedule one hour a week-to start with. During that time parents are invited to attend-and to read along with the children- their children.

Philip: It can go beyond the school system, Ellen.

Ellen: Really?

Philip: I guarantee you it would go very in the hospitals. My patients-mostly kids-would love to read and be read to.

Ellen: You think so?

Philip: I know so.

Ellen: May be we can experiment with your patients and see how the plan works.

Philip: I love the idea. Would you work with me?

Ellen: I would love to, Philip.

Philip: And that way, we'll spend more time together, Ellen. We just don't see each other anymore.

Ellen: You and I are very busy these days. This is true. We need to find time to be together more, to do things together more-you and I. This would be a wonderful way to accomplish that.

Philip: I have a question.

Ellen: Yes?

Philip: What do we read?

Ellen: To the patients in the ward?

Philip: Yes.

Ellen: Well, let you and I talk about it. What would you like to read to them?

Philip: Mrs. Stewart and I will read a poem by Robert Frost.

Ellen: It's called "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."

Philip: Would you begin, Ellen?

Ellen: All right. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"by Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Philip: My little horse must think it queer.

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake.

The darkest evening of the year.

Ellen: He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

Ellen&Philip: The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Grandpa: You two belong on stage! That was wonderful!

Ellen: Grandpa!

Philip: Dad...Robbie. When did you come?

Grandpa: We've been listening to you both. These are lucky kids.

Robbie: Do you enjoy reading together?

Philip: Well, we may read together aloud at home.

Grandpa: You were right, Robbie.

Robbie: I know.