 Mademoiselle Maudiste, who's sole lady's hat. And here is the Mademoiselle Maudiste of the railroad hour. She's a pee-pee we all take our hats off to. The glamorous star of the Metropolitan and San Francisco Opera Company's lovely Dorothy Kirsten. Hats have made the woman happy! Hats have made the woman happy! That's not to give concerts in my shop. Why must you always be singing? Oh, perhaps I am in love. Or perhaps it's because someday I hope to become a singer. You mean you are thinking of leaving me? What will all I have done for you? Oh, please don't think I'm ungrateful, Madame Cecile. It's just that I want you to become somebody. Well then, suppose you go in the back room right now and become somebody helping the hat-trimmers. Oui, Madame Cecile, just as you say. Never seen such a girl. Madame Cecile. Oh, it is you, Monsieur Prince. I was hoping it would be a customer. Well, you don't look very glad to see me. You know, I don't think you like me. I have to like you. Your mother comes from Philadelphia every year to buy her hats here. I just don't like the way you take up my best salesgirl son. Well, Cecile never told me you thought she was your best salesgirl. Naturally. You think I would be full enough to tell her? She's independent enough as it is. But, um, she'll get over that once I am her mother-in-law. The mother-in-law? Yes. I have decided to marry my son Gaston. After all, your intentions toward Cecile were not serious. I don't really know. Oh, I'm sure you would not be foolish enough to think of marriage with anyone before finishing college. No, no, it isn't bad. It's just that I want to be absolutely sure before I get married. You know, when one makes a mistake on an examination, one can always rub it out. But when it comes to marriage, races are a little extensive. Yes. And being a bachelor has so many advantages. How do you know? My late husband used to remind me of it all the time. And I can tell you are no different from the rest. You like to be free to do what you want. By the way, what sort of man is your son Gaston? Is he handsome? I didn't see you coming in. Oh, that is all right. I'm used to having people walk all over me. Gaston? Gaston. I'm thinking of you, my man. Yes, I know what that means. Money. Well, if you want another suit from me, you will have to do as I say. What do you say? I want you to marry Cecile. Cecile, yes. Cecile is absolutely invaluable to me. She could go to one of my rivals and get three times the wedges I pay her. So, before someone with plans gets her, I want her to marry you. How much will you pay me to bind the bargain, eh? Not as soon. If you don't give me some money, I swear I will jump off the e-profile. Promises. All I get is promises. What can I do for you? My name is Brent, Hiram Brent. I'd like to speak to the young lady you have employed here. I believe her name is Piffy. Piffy? Piffy? Piffy? Piffy? Oh. Now, so go get Piffy. We're more than. If you don't mind, Madame Cecile, I'd like to speak with her alone. Oh, oh, yes. Yes, of course. I will step into the other room. Richard Brent's father. I understand all the Modest he's been visiting. Oh, he's been doing much more than visiting. Yes, I can imagine. But, Miss El-Modest, in case you have any illusions about this friendship between you and Richard, I thought it might soften the blow if I would have said you nothing could ever come of it. What do you mean? Someday my son will marry a girl with position and money. Well, someday I shall be just as well off as you are, Mathieu Gent. You see, I have a boy. And I can act. Well, how's that so? What sort of roles would you play? Any role? Foolish, not too, Mathieu. That's what I'll do. You pick out the hats and wrap them up while I write her a little note and enclose the money. You can deliver it for me along with the hats if you will. I'll be happy to. You, uh, don't think she'll refuse it. I shouldn't think so, Monsieur. You wouldn't, would you? I hope she'll be as sensible as you are. All right, there we are. Let's slip this note with the address and the money ordered under the hat box ribbon and bill me for the hats. Goodbye, Mathieu. Goodbye. You have not heard anything yet. Merv wants me to marry you and blot out my past. Ha! She's not using me for a blotter. Hello, P.P. Monsieur. I came over earlier to ask for a date, but now I guess all I can say is congratulations. Congratulations. Marriage to Gaston. I am not marrying Gaston, is it? You're not? Well, that's wonderful. I've got four days left in Paris before I head back to Yale. We can make the most of it. Four days for you to have fun at my expense? And then after it's all over, you can tell me the same thing your father told me this afternoon. Huh? That Sunday you'll marry a woman with background and money. He had no right to tell you that. I'm old enough to make my own decisions. You're still in school. Look, if we wanted to get married, I'd quit school and go to work. No, Richard. I could not let you work to support me. Then marry me, P.P. No, Gaston. I couldn't let myself work to support you. With my son? Without a struggle. Carry my son or you will leave my shop. What have you to say to that? Goodbye, Madame Cicille. Ah, so you can't leave me? I'll raise your wages. I'll do anything. You needn't bother, Madame Cicille. I'm leaving your shop forever. As soon as I deliver these hats to... A letter! What does he say? It says, to whom I referred, kindly accept the enclosed 500,000 francs to be used as your needs may require. For you ever sing for me. Pee-pee. You just can't walk on like this. You don't become a singer overnight while this is your home. You're leaving your friends. The same since we came back from Paris. Are you ill? No. I think what you need is a girl. Well, I'm not interested in girls. You're not ill. You're dead. It's time that you got married and settled down. And you couldn't find a better place to live than right here in Philadelphia. Well, that's the time and the place all right, Dad. If I only had the girl. Well, I want some color in my life. You're so sure. Well, for one thing, she's become a famous singer. She went to England with some money I loaned her. It became a sensation. The money you loaned her? That's right, my boy. And she tracked down my address and paid me back every cent. But it hadn't been the way she proved the honesty of French women I probably never would have gone into business with Madam Cecile. Now, wait a minute. You're going into business with Madam Cecile? Yes. And a chap named Edward Carleton. I've never met him, but he read about our plans in the London papers and put up the rest of the money. Well, when does all this start? In two weeks. We're holding a big charity bizarre and fashion show in Paris to introduce Madam Cecile's new hats. Well, then I could go with you. You'll need someone who speaks French to help you. And while I'm doing that, I can try and find Tiffy. Well, that shouldn't be too difficult. They're packing the concert halls to hear her voice. I don't wonder. Everywhere I go, I hear it. A pleasant subject. Yes, Richard. Why don't you go into this tent and have your fortune told? All right. And tell me what the future holds in store. Oh, you do not believe in fortune tellers, Monsieur? Well, that depends on how much you can tell me about the past. Oh, your past. Let me look at the cards, Monsieur. What queens. Well, I'm afraid there's only one queen in my life. And who is she? Oh, wait a minute. You're the fortune teller. You're supposed to be telling me. Wait a minute. I see... I see a glamorous singer who sold hats once. Hey, how do you know this? Do not interrupt. You are in love with this woman. That's right. I am. But there is someone who stands in the way. I see a man, a man... Your father. He wants you to marry someone with money and background. Madam fortune teller, I know a gentleman never rips a veil from a lady's face, but this is once I've got to forget I'm a gentleman. You're a man if I can believe. You don't have to take all summer making up my mind. Oh, Fifi, I want to marry you. These soldiers are outside the tent. And in appreciation for your coming to sing for them, they made you mascot of their regiment. They have no compliment. Well, I don't know. We've got a mascot at year with a face like a bulldog. Go out and see them. But unless a third partner went in with your father and Madame Cicille, they'd have to give up their company. So I established an account in London under the name of Edward Carson and joined them. It was at least this little I could do after what Mr. Brent did for me. And to think I said I'd get down on my knees and beg before you ever sang for me. What? What to do? Just ask her what song she sang for me the day I made. What song did you sing, Fifi? Kiss me again. See what I mean?