Harvest Moon Page #2

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with your boss,

Mr. Jarrett.

You are.

Oh.

Well then.

Hello. I'm Jennifer Stone.

Brett Jarrett.

Look, I'm sorry about that, okay?

I didn't see you there.

Why don't you

come on up to the house,

we'll get you dried up.

I am fine, Mr. Jarrett.

Just because I'm from the city

doesn't mean that I can't

handle a little mud.

Suit yourself.

-Hey, Miss Stone?

-Yes?

I've got some clothes here

that you can borrow

until Aunt Rosie dries yours.

Thank you.

Just leave them outside.

We'll see ya downstairs.

Thank you.

Hi.

This is pretty fancy stuff.

The next time

you decide to throw a

complete stranger in the mud,

you'd better pick someone

who doesn't have

such expensive taste.

Well, I didn't "throw" her

into the mud, Aunt Rosie.

She bumped into me and fell.

Really?

Really.

Look, is it my fault

that she doesn't know her

way around a farm?

Whoa.

Whose sweet car is that--

boots!

It's Miss Stone.

The one from the city?

They don't grow 'em

that way out here.

Where is she?

She's in the bathroom,

changing,

'cause we had an accident.

You already talk to her about

not selling the place yet?

No. I haven't had a chance.

To be honest with you,

I don't think it's

gonna do much good.

She kind of seems like the girl

who's used to getting her own way.

You just have to talk

some sense into her,

big brother.

Tell her that Jarretts

have been on this farm

for 75 years,

and as soon as we can put

the money together,

we're gonna buy it back.

Yeah, well, if we have

another year like we did last year,

we'll barely keep the lights on.

If your mother heard

you talking like that,

she would wash your mouth

out with soap.

Well, it's just not fair,

that's all, Aunt Rosie.

I mean, some "Lady,"

like this Miss Stone comes along,

doesn't know nothing from nothing,

thinks she can just

up and sell our home out

from underneath us?

Yeah, well,

it doesn't need to be fair,

not for her.

They don't like people like us,

they don't like farming.

'Kay? They're just

going to come in here

and sell this place

to the highest--

well!

You make those clothes look

a lot better than I do.

Miss Stone.

This is our Aunt Rosie.

How do you do, Miss Stone?

Oh, just Jen, please.

Thank you for the loaners.

How are my clothes doing?

Well, I'm going

to hang them outside,

but they'll--

they'll live.

Hi, I'm Harry.

The better-looking

younger brother.

Hi.

[Girl giggles]

And that little

munchkin right there

is my daughter, Abby.

Hi, Abby.

Hey.

She's a little shy.

Oh, that's okay.

Where's your mommy?

My mommy's in heaven.

I'm... I'm sorry...

Can I get you some coffee,

Miss Stone?

Aunt Rosie

makes the best in the county.

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