Christmas in Connecticut

- It's out of...
- Don't worry. I'll take care of everything.

Miss Scott, take this telegram
to Miss Mary Lee...

...Navy Hospital, Staten Island.
In reply to your letter of the 15th...
...Mrs. Lane will be very pleased
to entertain your friend...

...Jefferson Jones.
Mr. Yardley, there's something
you should know.

Yes. What is it?
Well, it was just something
that you should know.

It's my child, he's been ill
with whooping cough.

Whooping cough.
That's not contagious to adults.

My grandchild had it.
Not at all serious nowadays.

- Mr. Yardley...
- This will be a great story...

...for our next issue, Mrs. Lane. "American
Hero Spends Christmas on Perfect Farm."

What a boost for circulation. Yes, indeed.
I believe I'll arrange a nice little bonus
for you, in recognition of your cooperation.

Thank you very much,
but I really couldn't...

Now, now, I know you're not doing this
for any mercenary reason.

You're a fine American wife and mother,
and we're proud to have you on our staff.

- You could use a little bonus, couldn't you?
- Oh, I guess I could.

Splendid. Splendid. Allow me
to shake your hand, Mrs. Lane.

I don't know how to tell you this, but...
Don't try, my dear. And thank you
very much for coming to see me.

- Good afternoon, Mrs. Lane.
- Good afternoon.

- Anything wrong, madam?
- Oh, no, nothing at all.

He's kind of overpowering, isn't he?
Oh, yes. A very strong personality.
- Yes.
- Pardon me, Mrs. Lane...

...but I'm planning on having a farm
in Connecticut myself one day.

I'd like some good bottomland.
- Bottomland?
- Yes.

That's the best kind for farming,
isn't it?

Oh, some people say yes,
and some people say no.

But what do you say?
I'm inclined to agree with them.
Oh, thank you very much.
- What's this?
- It's the menu for your Christmas dinner, sir.

- It's what the doctor ordered.
- "Mashed prune whip.

Creamed turnip fluff."
He expects me to eat
these barbaric atrocities?

Well, I won't.