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[Woman] Hi, Cary.|- Hello, Sara.
you're way ahead of me.
of my trees, much less get them pruned.
Oh! I can't take|credit for that.
Martin always made the arrangements|with the nursery.
After his death, the service|just automatically continued.
- I've got nothing but time.|- Yes, I know.
- Darling, I can't have lunch.|- Oh?
Sometimes I think you're smart|not to be a club woman.
Sometimes I wonder,|but it's just not for me.
- I hope you didn't go to trouble.|- I didn't.
Last-minute notice, as usual.
- For this Mr. Allenby.|- A date?
We might as well face it.|I've got to be off.
Well, no, Sara,|I don't think I'd better.
- Harvey?|- Oh, well, at least he's available.
- Bye, darling.|- Good-bye.
- Just put it right there.|- All right.
- Would you like some hot coffee?|- Yeah, thanks.
- Just a roll and some coffee will do.|- All right.
- Won't you sit down?|- Mm-hmm.
I was just wondering|if there's much to be done.
Well, probably will.
I often wish I knew more|about gardening.
Do you think|I ought to take it up?
Only if you think|you'd like it.
- I'm Mrs. Scott.|- Yes, I know.
- I'm Ron Kirby.|- Oh, you're Mr. Kirby's son.
Have you been coming here|ever since?
This may be my last year.
- What kind of trees?|- All kinds.
White fir, Douglas fir,|silver tip spruce.
- Do I have any?|- [Chuckles] No.
But you have some|just as interesting.
Like this Koelreuteria.
Beautiful, isn't it?
They say it can only thrive|near a home where there's love.
- It's a beautiful legend.|- Mm-hmm.
Well, I'd better|get back to work.
Thank you for the coffee.
[Boy] Hey, Mother!
Here I am!
Hello, darling!|- Hi!
- Ned|- Hi, mom.
I didn't expect you home|until tomorrow.
- So I brought them along.|- When's dinner?
I've been invited out|for dinner.
I'll have to get dressed. Harvey's|going to pick me up in a little while.
Oh, that's all right.|I'll go fix the cocktails.
Have you been seeing much of Harvey?|- No, dear, he's been out of town.
Florida, I think.|- I like Harvey.
He's pleasant, amusing,|and he acts his age.
If there's anything I can't stand,|it's an old goat.
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