Summer Magic Page #2
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- Yes!
And we peered in through the windows,
and wasn't it beautiful?
- Hey, that was years ago.
- You're wild.
- I remember it.
- You weren't even born.
- Oh, stop interrupting.
- Your entire lives are about to change.
- Go on, Nancy.
Well, Mother, a couple of weeks ago,
I decided that I'd try to find out
about that house.
So I wrote to the postmaster in Beulah,
and he answered.
His name is Ossian Popham.
Isn't it a beautiful name?
Anyway, he's the agent for Mr. Hamilton,
who owns the house,
who's miles away in China or somewhere.
Probably an old missionary
or remittance man in disgrace or...
- Could I see Mr. Popham's letter?
- It's all right, Mother. I...
- Nancy...
- Well...
"The pitiful plight of your good self
and your little ones..."
Oh, Mother, read the last page.
"Beulah is brimming over
with fresh milk for your baby boy..."
Who's a baby?
"...so there's no need for him
to be blue with rickets." Nancy!
The important part's
on the last page. Look.
It says the yellow house is vacant
and Mr. Hamilton would be glad to rent
it to a deserving family like ours
for a mere $60 a year.
And he has the right to decide,
'cause he's not only the postmaster,
but Mr. Hamilton's trusted friend,
his factotum, power attorney.
- Slow down, Nancy.
- Oh, think of living in the country.
No storage bills. All our things
will fit into the yellow house.
We'll be self-supporting.
Chickens. Fresh eggs.
Vegetables from the garden. Air. Space.
Honest toil!
- Can we, Mother? Can we?
- Oh, please, Mother.
But, Mother,
my school's here and my friends.
- Beulah's a hick town.
- Abraham Lincoln came from a hick town.
Mother?
and he wanted so much for you.
It was his dream to live in the country.
So maybe he'd like to know we were
together in the yellow house in Beulah.
Oh, Mother, I knew it, I knew it!
I wished it!
Gilly, get to the piano.
Mother, sit down there.
There. In anticipation of this glorious
decisin, I've written a glorification.
But first, an introduction
straight from the Bible.
Church chords, please, Gilly.
Thou shalt no more be termed forsaken,
neither shall thy land
any more be termed desolate,
but it shall be called Beulah,
for the Lord delighteth in thee. Amen.
Right. Now, Railroad Rag.
- What?
- You were just playing it.
# Land of promise, bounteous
# This is beautiful,
this is beautiful Beulah
- # In the rocky state of Maine
- # Land of plenty
# Meant for us
# This is beautiful,
this is beautiful Beulah
# The cows and bees are busy
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