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, eh, Fritz? FREDERIK. Certainly, sir. By all means let us print it. PETER. And now we are depending upon you, Frederik, for the next line in the book. [_To_ CATHERINE _--slyly--as she closes the book._] If my sister could see Frederik, what a proud mother she would be! JAMES. [_Turning from the 'phone to_ PETER.] Old man Hicks himself has come to the 'phone. Says he _must_ speak to Mr. Peter Grimm. FREDERIK. I'd make short work of him, Uncle. PETER. [_At the 'phone._] How are you, my old friend?... How are your plum trees? [_Listens._] Bad, eh? Well, we can only pray and use Bordeaux Mixture.... No.... Nonsense! This business has been in my family for seven generations. Why sell? I'll see that it stays in the family seven generations longer! [_Echoing._] Do I propose to live that long? N--no; but my plans will. [_Looks towards_ FREDERIK _and_ CATHERINE.] How? Never mind. Good-morning. [_Hangs up the receiver._ JAMES. Sorry to disturb you, sir, but some of these letters are-- FREDERIK. I'm off. PETER. [_Who has lifted a pot of tulips to set it in the sun--standing with the pot in his hands._] And remember the saying: [_A twinkle in his upraised eyes._] "Thou, O God, sellest all good things at the price of labour." [_Smells the tulips and sets them down._ FREDERIK. [_Goes briskly towards the door._] That's true, sir. I want to speak to you later, Uncle--[_Turning, looking at_ JAMES.] on a private matter. [_He goes off looking at his watch, as though he had a hard day's work before him._ PETER. [_Looking after_ FREDERIK.] Very capable young fellow, Frederik. I was a happy man, James, when I heard that he had won the prize for botany at Amsterdam College. I had to find out the little I know by experience. JAMES. [_Impulsively._] Yes, and I'll wager you've forgotten more than-- [_Catching a warning glance from_ CATHERINE, _he pauses._ PETER. What? JAMES. Nothing, sir. I-- CATHERINE. [_Tugging at_ PETER'S _coat--speaking to him apart, as_ JAMES _busies himself at the desk._] Uncle Peter, I think you're unfair to James. We used to have him to dinner very often before he went away. Now that he's back, you treat him like a stranger. PETER. [_Surprised._] Eh? I didn't know that I--[_Petting_ CATHERINE.] A good, unselfish girl. She thinks of everybody. [_Aloud._] James, will you have dinner with us to-day? JAMES. [_Pleased and surprised._] Thank you, sir--yes, sir. PETER. It's a roast goose--c
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