The thing that upsets me is the fact that he might take it out.

Faster, faster.

I don't know whatever happened to the key to that door, but I reckon with our stuff out of there ain't nothing left anybody want to take, except some old pictures.

Oh, Miss Hathaway says a couple of them pictures is Rembrandt.

All right, after Christmas, we'll see he gets them back.

Stop!

Stop!

Where are you going?

Going home.

What?

Please, you can't go away and leave me like this.

All right, Clam, I reckon we got room for you.

Oh, thank heavens we caught you before you left.

Granny, is there room for two back there?

Yeah, if you want to squat next to the stove.

No, we don't want to go with you.

We want you to stay here.

We'll be back after Christmas.

Well, Mr. Clamity, if you want to go home for Christmas, let me make the arrangements.

I'll have you there tonight.