Hartley and Julia Return

Your Coca-Cola bottle presents Claudia Claudia based on the original stories by Rose Franken Brought to you transcribed Monday through Friday by your friendly neighbor who bottles Coca-Cola Relax and while you're listening refresh yourself Have a cook and now Claudia I still I'll go no no I'll go I just wanted off you heard the bail tour if I was dreaming

What time is it five after seven? Who can it be this hour of the morning? Where's my robe? I'm the hook in the bathroom. Don't let the kitten out though. Oh, David, wanna be nice someday to have our own apartment and see the sunshine when you wake up.

What makes you think we will? Somebody's gotta live in the dark apartment in New York. It won't be us. I don't care if I live in a cellar. I'm gonna have the sun. You mean the attic.

Hey, the kitten's son's asleep on my bathrobe. Isn't that smart? He must have pulled it down off the hook. Very smart. Hey, look, Mr. Cat, if you don't mind. And no back talk. David, we have to find a name for it.

That we do. Say who can that be? Oh, telegram. Telegram? Who from? I'll tell you when I find out. Well, open it. Hurry up. Come on, quick. Heartland Julia, from London. Well, what do you know?

They're flying back. They'll be home this afternoon. But I thought they expected to be away for another few weeks. Yeah, so did I. Anyway, I'm glad they changed their minds. I can't wait to meet them.

Well, that's good. Look, darling, the place is freezing. run back to bed I'll turn on the radiator. Hey David don't turn that one on at least. Oh this is an awful way and they're leaking radiators, dark rooms, no privacy, paint peeling off in this dreadful furniture. In the light of a cold bleak November morning it doesn't look