Summer Magic Page #3

# Who needs any money

in the land of milk and honey?

# Sweet apple trees abound,

wild cherries all around

# Berries on the vine,

rambler roses twine

# They're so nice, it's a paradise

# Beulah land, so beautiful

# Let's set forth for it,

let's go north on that train

# Chug-a-choo, chug-a-choo

# To beautiful Beulah land,

beautiful Beulah, Maine

# To beautiful Beulah land,

beautiful Beulah, Maine #

Choo-chug-a-choo, chug-a-choo,

whoo-whoo!

So this is Beulah.

Yeah, you're right

in the heart of the city now.

The town, the whole thing, is wonderful.

How can we thank your father

for all he's done for us?

The name Ossian Popham should flame

across the sky with letters of fire.

Pa's just glad somebody's

gonna be living in the old yellow house.

The Hamilton's haven't used it

since uh... I can recollect.

What's the matter with it? Haunted?

No. Pa says it's just too fancy

for these parts.

The way the Hamiltons

fixed up the barn for dancing,

Pa says it'd darn near overpower a cow.

Your father didn't write much

about his family.

Are you an only child, Digby?

Well, you might say so, ma'am.

I just have a sister.

Mother, look. The church.

How lovely and quaint.

Heavenly.

Yeah, and uh... believe it or not,

we have a minister named uh... Mr. Lord.

- Is he any relation to...

- No, Peter.

Well, hold tight.

Country! Real country!

- We're out in the sticks, all right.

- Gilly.

Sticks?! It's the loveliest!

Land of promise. Land of opportunity.

Opportunity for what?

Well, you've got something there.

You're the first family to move

into Beulah in more than five years.

Most people move away to the city.

That's where I'm aiming to get

just as soon as I can.

See some of them bright lights.

Make a little money.

Money? The heavenly thing about

the country is you don't need money.

You have the soil! The soil!

- What's soil?

- Mud.

We're here! We're home!

Oh, Gilly, come on!

The piano's here!

Mother! A quaint old pump!

You folks the Careys?

I heard you way up in the attic.

Yes.

You mean to tell me

that you're the Careys?

- You must be Ossian Popham.

- Yes.

- At your service, ma'am.

- First dibs for bedrooms, Gilly!

Nancy!

Is this your treasured daughter, ma'am?

Well, let's just say my daughter.

Nancy, this is Mr. Popham.

Oh, my goodness. Um...

- Mr. Popham...

- No, you don't. No, you don't.

That must have been the invalid boy.

Mr. Popham, about that first letter.

I wrote it.

No need to go on. What you've done

has come to me like a blinding flash.

Pa.

Pa, there's a boy up here.

It's the Carey boy.

Come on down, Lallie Joy.

That's my daughter, Lallie Joy.

She's awful shy.

She'd be more like me

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