Pocketful of Miracles

Annie! You can't go in there! Annie!
You must be in the wrong place, ma'am.
Pedlars aren't allowed.

I beg your pardon.
Oh, my gracious stars.
I have some mail here. A letter?
From Barcelona, Spain?
- A letter?
- It came for me this morning.

Are you stopping here, my good woman?
No, I'm not.
But I do have a letter here. Please.
- What is your name?
- Mrs E Worthington Manville.

Mrs E Worthington Manville?
Wait here.
Mrs E Worthington Manville.
Good afternoon, Mrs Manville.
Is there anything I can do for you?

There's a letter here for me.
I'd like to get it.

A letter? Addressed
to the Hotel Marberry?

Yes. I told that fella all about it.
Are you sure you're not mistaken,
my dear lady?

No, I'm not mistaken. I've been
getting my letters here for years.

Madam, you're not a guest
of the Marberry, are you?

- Of course not. Any fool could see that.
- Please, there's no necessity for shouting.

Then why don't you give me my letter?
Why keep asking stupid questions?

Madam, I'm compelled to ask you
to leave these premises.