The Happiness of Three Women

Hi, you're rather glad.

The same thing.

Oh, boy, I got a postcard for you too, Hannah.

It's from Sally Jones.

She says she likes her new place.

Her mistress is very good to her.

She's got a nice boy working in the bakery.

Her appendix is worrying her again

and she'll have to have it out.

Oh, and the weather is lovely.

The same thing.

Hello, Amos!

Hello, Betty bach!

Did you go down to the village last night?

No, what was on?

A dance, so they tell me.

The vicar was a referee.

No, nothing for you today I'm afraid, Betty.

Hey, hey!

Oh, not bad.

William, do you think the sang that well enough to go home?

Yes, sir.

All right then, you dismiss them.

Class dismissed!

- Hey, good afternoon! - Good afternoon!

What have you got on your head?

It's my new hat, it's very smart.

- Oh, you're not gonna wear that for the wedding are you?

No, it's for going away.

- Well, in that case it's not too bad, I suppose.

Thank you.

- Oh hello, David! - Hello John, Delith.

- Hello David, are you coming up this evening?

I don't think so.

I promised to help with wheeling the tennis court.

It's in a shocking state.

Always was.

We're starting the tournament next week.

I was wondering?

- Well, I haven't been down to the club for ages.

- Oh, you want to get Delith to partner you.

She used to be very good.

I'm sure you'd play very well together.

- Next week all being well, I'll be on my honeymoon.

Of course!

Thank you.

- I'm not all together helpless, you know, David.

- I'm sorry John boy, just trying to be helpful you know.

Fancy me forgetting about the honeymoon.

What's happening, Morgan?

- I don't know whether to go over or under, ma'am.

Morgan, do something!

I see you brought your sandwiches.

Are you staying long, buddy?

No, I don't think so.

Waiting for Blodwen Harris, I am.

She's having trouble with her Bessie.

Get on, Bessie bach.

You are keeping the bus waiting, look!

What's the time, John?

I've got to see Bowen the baker about the wedding cake.

I'm sorry, I was miles away.

Again?

I can't help it you know, Delith.

You know I'm worried about things.

So you've told me before, several times.

- Let's face it, wouldn't it be more sensible for you

to marry a man like David?

Much.

He's a nice chap, a good job

and he's head over heels in love with you.

Well, aren't you?

Yes, but that's not the point.

- Now look, David is a nice boy, I like him.

But since I made up my mind ages ago that I was going

to marry you--

That was when I could walk.

- John darling, let's not have this silly argument

all over again.

It's far too nice an evening.

- But it's the little things that count, Delith.

I know that you can accept the obvious things,

like no walking and no swimming, no tennis, no dancing.

I know that you're fond enough of me to think

that these things are unimportant.

But life is very long and the little things

will irritate, like my pipe out of reach on a mantle piece.

Dozens of things!

Delith, what more can I say!

- You can say Delith, I love you very much.

That's true enough.

Well, then stop this chatter.

Now I must see Bowen the baker about that cake.

Hello, you two.

Gettin' on, is it?

Good bye!

Looking forward to seeing you again next year!

Good bye!

Oh Jane bach, how lovely you look!

Oh, yes?

- I long not for a beauteous face, nor yet a beauteous form,

but for a heart that's tender and a love that warms.

Don't be so soft, man!

Come up here and help me!

Oh, I've been rushing about

like a man chasing breakfast.

What you need is a man about the house.

So you told me.

- I've always argued that if you and me was

to get married, I could help you no end.

- I see enough of you about the place as it is

without having you for a husband.

Here, help me with the sheet.

Oh, I'm fed up with being in lodgings.

Mrs. Edwards, my landlady, doesn't look after me at all.

She is more interested in her pigs.

- Oh yes, pigs can be very fascinating, I know.

- Bessie the bunt is getting married again.

Bessie always was extravagant.

I've done the other rooms.

I think I'll put Mrs. Amelia Smith in here.

I saw her car down the village.

Long and shiny and black as the devil's heart.

- Oh, I don't like the sound of her at all.

- Oh, I bet she's rich enough to be miserable.

You may leave the trunks.

I don't know if I'll be staying.

Good day to you, madame.

- Oh, this is a quaint place. - I'm glad you like it.

- I didn't say I liked it, I said it was quaint.

Oh, Mrs. Smith, isn't it?

Come right in, and welcome.

Not a page boy, surely?

Page boy?

- I am a postman, madame, just a friend passing by.

- But when the food is on the table, he doesn't pass.

Sit you down and I'll get you a nice cup of tea.

China, if you please.

Sit on the settle, madame,

it's much more comfortable than it looks.

Now tell me, what's all this nonsense

I've heard about your wishing well?

What exactly have you heard?

- That it has some extraordinary powers to grant wishes,

not that I believe in such nonsense, of course.

No, no, of course not.

- But a friend of mine, Arthur Bridges, the Arthur Bridges,

came to this place.

He made a wish at the well, now he goes around telling

everyone that his wish was granted.

Now yes, I remember, the Arthur Bridges.

He was an odd sort of a person too.

I beg your pardon.

No offense, madame, no offense.

You are a widower, so Mrs. Price tells me.

My husband died three years ago.

- Ah, pity, pity and you so comfortable together.

- We were very fond of each other if that's what you mean.

- Of course, of course, why else would people get married.

Some of these youngsters, they rush into it, I know,

but when people have stayed and settled down,

well they know their own minds, don't they?

I was quite old enough to know my mind.

I didn't mean to say--

- My husband was able to support me in comfort.

Luxury, in fact.

Indeed, I feel sure the arrangement would have met

with your full approval, Mr...

Parry, Amos Parry.

- Well, Mr. Parry, if your curiosity is quite satisfied,

I'll go up to my room!

Have you made up your mind yet, madame?

Not yet.

The kettle won't be a minute.

I'll take you up to your room.

I hope you'll find everything comfortable.

I hope so too!

This is not the room, surely!

- Oh, you'll find it as cozy as an old slipper.

That's about the size of it, too!

Well, the bed's comfortable enough, what there is of it.

It's all right, young man.

You can bring up the luggage, she's staying!

All right?

Indefinitely, I should say.

Once I get in here, I shan't be able to get out!

I think she fears the cold.

Jane, the bus is stopping!

Jane, the bus is stopping!

- What do you expect me to do about it, then,

push it on again?

Come on, lovely.

He's an old fuss pot.

Oh, now let me see, let me see now.

Mr. And Mrs. Jennings, isn't it?

- Yes, that's right. - Welcome to you both.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, you wanted twin beds, didn't you?

If you please.

- Mrs. Price could fix you up with a double on the front.