Christmas in Connecticut

- Elkins.
- Yes, sir?

- Did my daughter phone?
- Yes, sir. Midnight last night...

...but I thought it best not to waken you.
- When is she getting here?
- She said she and your granddaughters...

...can't get away from Washington.
Her war work is too heavy.

Say anything else?
Just that she'd call you
and wish you a merry Christmas, sir.

Not much of a Christmas
for me all alone.

No, sir. I'm sorry, sir.
Good morning, Mr. Yardley.
Good morning.
That Elizabeth Lane feature,
the housewife one...

...runs in Home and Garden?
No, sir. Smart Housekeeping.
Get me, what's-his-name...
...Mr. Beecham,
on the direct wire, the editor.

Yes, Mr. Yardley.
Mr. Beecham at Smart Housekeeping, sir.
This is Alexander Yardley.
Oh, yes. Yes. How are you, sir?
May I wish you a merry Christmas?
Well, thank you, sir.
Yes, Mrs. Lane's feature is...
But... But I'm not sure
I could do that, Mr. Yardley.

Mrs. Lane's farm and her home life are
something we have no right to intrude on...

I only ask two things of my editors.
Print the truth and obey my orders.
I expect Mrs. Lane at 4.
Elizabeth? This is Dudley.
I think I'd better have lunch with you.
It's important.

Well, then I'll come over now
and see you.

From my living room window
as I write...

...I can look out across the broad
front lawns of our farm...

:12:54 a lovely picture postcard
of wintry New England.

In my fireplace, the good cedar logs
are burning and crackling.