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The American Broadcasting Governor presents, Quiet Please, which is written and directed by Willis Cooper and which features artist Keppel. Quiet Please, for tonight's foge of dawn. You would think that I'm going home after more than half a year here in a little town in France would be happy. I came over here in November on one of those pulled four jobs. I've been here in Vigny quarter since. The house here was built in 1341. The old cemetery up near the abandoned airfield can tell you how many generations of rush forts have lived in that area.

It was of course the artist kind of coincidence that I am your fear of a general of short. The family of the American since the days of Lafayette should return to his ancestral home. I am the first rush for who has stepped inside this house since the first world war when turn of Paul Mori rush for it, cited from Ande Dom. Madam Simone who owns the house now has been a most satisfactory do I end for me into Okhmadali in the Moses my Algerian assistant. Even if she does have difficulty comprehending my French and I heard. I have succeeded in having the ancient Piano Tune as an American cook here in town who was a piano tune in civilian life. And Okhmadali and I are spent some present evenings, ordinarily of the piano, and long and complicated discussions of Christian and Muhammad and theology.

Okhmad shares with me an inordinate admiration for the works of Ravel. And in particular the one called the Vand Porian front du Funt, the Vand for a dead prince. I remember that this night we had been talking about the curious quality of faithless and the colors the whole life of the Muhammad. It's all described for us, the prophet said, before we're born, you see. Much you do admit that individuals can offer the patterns of their own lives and the others. What you often? We only think we all are the mandra, whatever we may do is merely bring into life the cosmic place just to be already written for us.

Good bound by the script as actors are, matter fact the all actors, playing parts in the drama, follow comedy, we've never rehearsed. But unfolds for us, minutes and minutes, hour by hour, say bye to us. That's reducing life to a pretty uninteresting formula. No, by all means no. On the contrary, I find it provides me at least with a consuming curiosity to see what's on the next page. It's certainly simplifying things, doesn't it? Occasionally provided the surprise, such as the fact that I'm not doing to play the Pavan again for you tonight, what is written is written. In that case, I'll just cross up the prophet and play it for you then.

You see what it is? What are you walking? What's going on? See what it is? What are you walking? What are you walking? Oh, hello. Yes, right. Sorry, I don't know. It's not it. It seems the old gentleman is in some kind of trouble, needs me again. Can't you get through one evening without calling for help? I'm sorry, I really have to go, you know. Are you all right? See you in the morning then. Right. Was that written to you?

Turn off the lights, will you walk with me? Thanks. Who is that? Who are you? I'm not a child. I'm not a child. Who is that? Who are you? I'm a princess.

No, wait a minute. I wanted to see you. Right, very nice. Thank you. Where are you? I can't see you. I can see you. Turn on the lights. What? Why not? I have to go away. Go away. Go home, you mean? It isn't exactly home. It's where I go. Did you run away from your mother? No. I don't have any mother.

Why? What would you like to hear? My mother. The one I was playing? Yeah, the one. Why do you call it your song? Because I'm a princess. You have a name? Yes. You have a very pretty name. Come in, Frank. All right.

Oh, it was beautiful. Thank you. I'm not so much. What would you like a chocolate bar to take with you? I don't know what that is. It's nice to read. No, thank you. I don't have any mother. Me? Oh, yes. I have a wife. Don't you have a little girl? No. Not yet. I just feel a little girl if you want to be with her. Toyota's easy choice sales event is on. Toyota, you're looking for the performance of a camera, the versatility of a RAV4, the efficiency of a Corolla,

or all-electric driving in the VZ. There's a Toyota that's just right for you. And with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places. Meet the Red Bull Braggandary Images. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so quiet? Try them all only as McDonald's. McDonald's is putting value back on the menu. Whether you're craving a big mac, McNuggets or sausage egg and cheese, McGrittle's, make it a meal and save. Your favorite is now your wallet's favorite too. Extra value meals are back. Done rises, prices fall. Get a sausage McMuffin with egg or sausage egg and cheese McGrittle's small hot coffee and hash browns for Jeff Big Solid. Price and participation may vary.

Promotion pricing may be lower than meal pricing. Sad up, Sad up, Sad up. You good? Well, I don't know, but I haven't seen you yet. Come here, you can see me. It's your real and more. I'd like to very much. But now I have to go. Would you like me to go with you? It's also dark out. And it's late. Oh no. I'm not afraid of the dark. I will tear you down. In the dark, I thought the touch of the child was on my forehead. And I was conscious of a sweetness and the sadness that was almost a physical blow. And she spoke again in the darkness.

Oh boy. I called to her. Joan, wait. Wait, child. Wait, my son, so I'm going to make an out of this. And then the dark rose and I was alone. I sat for a long time in the dark, thinking of what the war had done to so many thousands of children, nameless, homeless, hopeless. And it was a long time before I began to suddenly wonder. This little girl, this little princess, spoke English. Where did she learn that? And where did she learn the name of the song? Why was she afraid of the light? And I smiled to myself as I called the baby of a little girl ghost. But my dreams when I'd gone to bed in the dark,

were of a little girl who skipped by my side and called me father. But it was faded into nothingness when I reached for her hand. I questioned a lot with a daughter. We knew nearly all the unhappy, skinny children of vineyard code. And now my grandfather's great-grandmother. I'm sure I remember. I asked Miss Lewis, the quicker girl, of a little hospital. No, I'm certain I've never seen a child of answers to that. You say you're leaving me to me? Joan, that's right. I've never seen her. Well, new children appear almost every day.

I'll watch for her. I watched the children of the town from my office window. I found myself painfully half-parted attention to the ponderous trivialities the town's dignitaries brought to my desk. I found myself listening for a certain voice in the clamor of children playing sumbling in the street. You will pardon me, I'm sure. I've always considered myself a practical, down-to-earth person. And I wish you to consider the effect such an occurrence has upon such a man. You can't understand, I'm sure. But I was first to choose, almost, inescapable conclusions. The first, that I had seen at those, I discarded it once, by most at once.

The second, that I had had an extraordinarily vivid dream. This conclusion I accepted. But often, I am not so sure, you're right, Anneville. There's a way to know to make sure. I had almost forgotten that. Lay my son some other, lay my son in bed. It wasn't merely curiosity. Something about this sweet childish voice had aroused sentiments in me that I didn't know I possessed. I've been married seven years. We've resigned ourselves to the fact that we should probably always be childish. But June, the homeless, fabulous, and rebellious ways who had come to me in a darkness,

might she not be the child Margaret and I wish we could have? I determined to try to bring her back. Here is my hypnotic note, foolish as I can have found on the dark of the piano. And I close my flesh light beside the keyboard. I was to regret that. It was very dark and very quiet as I began. This is silly. This nonsense won't bring her. Oh, but I hear. John. It was so beautiful.

Where did you come from? I... Just came in. Where have you been all this time, child? Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Images. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so quiet? Try them all only at lifetimes. I'll see. I've been looking everywhere for you. Have you been playing that song? I was afraid it wouldn't bring you. You really want? I wanted you very much. I'm very glad. I was afraid nobody would want me. John, where do you live? Well, I'm not sure. But what do you mean by that?

I'm not sure. I don't remember very well. Well, but... Well, John, haven't you any parents? Yeah? No. How they... Well, they're not there. They're just... I don't understand you there. Why did you call me there? Well, I... Is it because you're not there? Why? Do you want me? Yes, John. Do you have a little girl if you want? No. I was...

I could be a little girl. Well, perhaps you could. I could call you not there. Why? Oh, yes. And I would have a more mild too? Oh, yes. I wouldn't like it. I would like it very much. Can I turn on the lights now so we can see each other? No. You couldn't see me if you turned on the light. Are you... Are you playing or not playing? I'm sure you're pretty. I don't know. You'd have blue eyes and dark hair. Yes. And you'd have a pretty little snub nose. What's that? With freckles. Is that the way you were? Exactly. Would my mom love me too?

As much as I do, darling. You might not love me. Can you all about me? Oh, yes, I would. I would love you in my mom's very life. All my life I would love. Then it settled. No. Let's have a look at you. Shall we? I picked up my flashlight and pressed the switch. I called... John? John! But there was no answer. I sprang up and flipped the wall, swips the bare-bub hanging from the ceiling through every object in the room in the bright relief. I was alone. And as I stood there, days in the sudden brightness, I heard a small sound.

I need not tell you of the bitterness in my heart when I realize what I have done. I need not tell you of the agony that something was racing into the night outside, calling frantically for the child. I need to tell you of the doubt and wonder. The wild thoughts that clutched at me. Was it a dream? It...it couldn't have been a dream. Was it a gross-died scene? No. I couldn't bring myself to believe that. And yet? I took leave of absence. Ackman and I, and this Lewis searched every corner of the town, we took wrong trips into the country delved into ancient deserted houses, questioned hundreds of people. There is another single place to look, am I? I could just dream, am I wrong? But I knew it couldn't have been a dream.

I know my friends tried their best to dissuade me. I could not give up my search. Night after night I set it for the piano, never the sound of a softly opening door, never anything but silenced, and solitude, and an overpowering sense of guilt. And I fell ill. Ackman and Miss Lewis were with me a great deal. Can you go, Miss Anne? Watching me, nursing me, filling my delirium. I lost the fever past, and I opened my eyes to the same dingy ancient room in the house of my forefathers. Then, lying among them, I bet at night. I came to the final, the unscapable conclusion. Joan did not exist. Joan had lived in this house in some of the time.

Joan did not exist, this was a haunted house. And I remember how I wept alone in the dark one night, thinking now I had vanished from you forever. And whispered her name in the darkness. I am alone in this room. There can be nobody at that piano. I listen again. Let's listen to the song. It sounds as if a child is playing it. Joan. I had to come back. Joan. I was afraid you wouldn't want me real. You did come back.

Do you want me? I don't know how we can do without you, darling. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know how we can do without you, darling. I know. I heard you crying in the night. I did cry, Joan. I know. I cried too. You know what I thought. You know why I cried? Yes. You thought I was a ghost. But you're not. No. Darling. And you are going to be our little girl. You're sure you want me? More than anything else in the world. But you swear. Yes. No matter what happens.

No matter what happens. And you're always happy. Always. It was mine. It took me a little while. Whatever you say, Joan, I can't lose you again. If I'm different when you're painting. How old are you, Joan? Well, I'm not old at all. Good. I don't understand you. Of course you're not old. No. I don't need that. My darling, I don't understand. Well, you have to take me away, I have. If you're really not... Of course. You...

You sound like a grown-up when you said that. I know I've written. No. Thanks. You took me for your very own. No matter what happens. And I spoke with all the peaks and serenity of the man entering into his solemn compact involving the lives of three people. I do, Joan. I will love you as long as I live. Now turn on the lights and let me see my little girl. No. Why not, darling? Because if you turn on the light, you can't see me. But why can't I? Why? Because I'm not born yet, you see.

Joan. But I will be... ...hobby your really cruel little girl. But... Is this true child? Yes. It's true. Now I can tell you the rest. Then why is it? What? You said I would be your little girl. No matter what happens. Yes. I meant it. You have to be. Yes, I... I couldn't tell you before. Tell me what? Tell me what? Oh, darling. I love you so much.

And I do see you. I wanted you to be my father. What is it? Child, what is it? I'll be your little girl. But... ...not so very long. What do you mean by that? It is written by... ...I have to die... ...and then eight years old. And it was the next morning that Oslet brought me the cable ground from Margaret. He read it to me. Our daughter born this morning seven o'clock. Seven pounds dark-haired blue-eyed lovelace. How do you like Joan for a name? Love Margaret.

You were pink. The man going home after eight months in a little pond in France. Would you a happy man? Can you hand the sea a new bandari? You think so? Finge. The title of the next five three stories of Anne. It was written and directed by Willis Cooper. The man who spoke to you was Ernest Kempel. And Joan Laser played Joan. Donald Briggs was op-modally. And then he was the one who played the most beautiful song of the world.

The man who played the most beautiful song of the world. And Joan Laser played Joan. Donald Briggs was op-modally. And Anne Seymour was the most. Albert Brumman played the musical five days. Now for a word about next week, you're as already director Willis Cooper. Next week after more than two years, this series of quiet plays come to an end. And for our show next week, number 107, I'm giving you a play based on the title of the series, Quietly. And so until next week at the same time, I'm Quietly Orr's, Ernest Chappell. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Images. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so quiet? Try them all only at McDonald's.

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