MARY:
D-E-A-R Uncle Archie,
How are you?
I'm fine. Everybody else is too.
Please come home.
ARCHIBALD:
I have no home.
Martha says that you're in Paris.
ARCHIBALD:
It's a house, child.
Is that very far away?
ARCHIBALD:
It's just a house,
Do they have nice girls and boys there?
ARCHIBALD:
And I can't get far enough away from it.
Please come home.
MARTHA:
Now, just sign it.
Should I say that Colin's well now?
ARCHIBALD:
Streets of Paris, like a maze.
Should I say that Doctor Craven...
ARCHIBALD:
Sleepless nights and aimless days.
MARTHA:
I think that what you have is good.
Let's get it posted on its way.
He'll rush home, then you can tell
Him all the rest you have to say.
Oh, kind sir, Uncle Archie, ARCHIBALD:
Can't forget, can't eat,
I wish that you could see Or sleep, or live.
When you come in to the garden.
Please come home.
ARCHIBALD:
Can't forgive.
Yours truly?
MARTHA:
Well, maybe . . .
Sincerely?
MARTHA:
How's about...
Your friend, Mary.