Blossoms in the Dust Page #3

Well, here he is.

- Yep. Here I am.

- Well, at last.

You know, I'm a little flustered.

Only the second time we've met,

and soon I'll have to call you "son. "

Mother.

And I'm sure this must be

little Charlotte.

- Hello, Sam.

- I think you rate a kiss too...

...for getting Edna down at the station

that morning.

Oh, I knew it was all up with poor Damon

the moment I saw you.

Poor Damon.

He's been happily married

for three whole months.

Happily?

I'll bet he doesn't even know it.

Where's Dad?

- In the library...

...going over some mysterious matter

with my future in-laws.

- Will you tell them Mr. Gladney has arrived?

- Yes.

- Mr. Gladney.

- Uh-huh.

What stand do you take

on the subject of double weddings?

- Double what?

Well, you see...

...Charlotte and Edna graduated together,

they came out together, and now...

Oh, I see.

And now they want to be hitched

in double tandem, right?

Well, why not?

I think another victim might buck a man up.

- How do you like your tea?

- Me? Oh, straight, please.

Sam.

- Oh, hello, Dad.

Mr. Kahly.

- You're looking awfully well, sir.

- Thanks. How's the new mill?

Great. We plan on opening next month,

you know.

You remember the wheat

I was telling you about in Texas?

- Yeah.

- Take a look at that, sir. Give me your hand.

Isn't that wonderful?

Texas wheat.

Greatest wheat in the world.

Sam doesn't think much of Texas.

I'll think a lot more of it

when I get you down there.

Mr. Kahly, please.

- That's all I've got with me.

- Oh.

Children...

...you go on with your tea.

We'll... We'll join you presently.

Come, Catherine.

Why, what is it, dear?

They want to speak to you in the library.

I haven't broached the double wedding yet

to Allan's mother.

Why not? You afraid?

Who, me?

I'm terrified.

Let me do it. I'm not terrified...

...much.

No, you won't. She's my problem, darling.

I'll brave it out.

All right, darling, go ahead, brave it out.

It doesn't matter.

Go on back, dear, please.

But what is it, Allan?

There's something

we've got to straighten out.

You run along back to your tea.

George, it's time

that child was told a little truth.

- Sarah, please.

- Yes, Mother, stop talking, will you?

What is it, Mrs. Keats?

Well, something has come out,

Charlotte, that...

That might seem to interfere

with your plans to marry Allan.

But what is it?

I haven't done anything wrong.

It isn't true. Whatever they're saying,

it isn't true. You know it isn't.

- I wish you were right, Charlotte.

- Sarah, please.

Unfortunately, it's come to our knowledge

that you were a foundling.

A nameless foundling

with an unknown father.

Sarah, how could you?

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