Summer Stock
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If you feel like singing,
sing Tra la la your cares away
There's something about
Giving out with a song
Makes you belong
Helps you to find A
peace of mindful day
If you feel like humming, hum
Fiddle
dee-dee-da-dee dum
Supposing you do-re-mi
slightly off key
Everyone can't be a Bing
Tell your friends to go places
If they start making faces
If you feel like singing, sing
There's something about
Giving out with a song
Makes you belong
Helps you to find A
peace of mindful day
Just look in the mirror And do a duet
Don't move out of your dwelling
If your neighbors start yelling
If you can't sing good Sing soft
When your luck is in need of repair
Don't you care
Anyone who feels chipper Will
chirp out like a whippoorwill
It mustrt necessarily
be any anniversary
Or be an extra-special event
If you feel like singing, sing
Tra-la-la fiddle
dee tra-la-la
Sing to your heart's content
If you feel like singing, sing
- Good morning, Es.
- Never mind the bed now.
Frank and Zeb are waiting to
see you. In their Sunday clothes.
- Sunday clothes?
- Hats and all.
- What for?
- Well, you can't put it on me.
You know them. Never tell me nothing.
Just stand around acting mysterious.
Good morning, Zeb, Frank.
- It's a beautiful day, isn't it?
- Yep.
- Are you going someplace?
- Yep.
You see, we figured, that is my brother
and me, now that the planting's done...
...we were going to run along down to
Hartford way and get us a job in a factory.
- You're quitting without giving a notice?
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Why, you two worked
this farm for my father.
And for his father before him.
You know how much I need you.
Your grandpa paid us and your
pa too. But you ain't, Miss Jane.
I know, but how could I? We haven't
had a decent crop for three years.
You can't say you ain't
been eating good, can you?
No, but Zeb won't be able to eat
at all unless he gets his new teeth.
Takes money.
We're gonna have a fine crop this
year. Everything points to it.
And I'll make it up
to you. You know that.
I've got to have my teeth.
We don't doubt your
intentions, Miss Jane.
But we made up our mind.
- We're set on it. Bye.
- Wait a minute.
Wait. Just a minute.
It's car fare, anyway.
Watch Bessie careful-like.
She ought to calve pretty soon.
Hope it's a heifer.
Don't slam the door.
Traitors!
I been expecting something
like this for a long time.
Each got one shifty eye, them two.
- Ever notice?
- Oh, I don't blame them.
I wouldn't blame you if you left too.
Me? Where'd I'd leave to?
If we're gonna be two
women alone on this farm...
...we better get that old
shotgun ready for snoopers.
Next time to town, get
some blanks, will you?
Blanks? Why blanks?
If any mars gonna snoop around me, I
don't want to kill him. Just stun him.
Oh, Es, what would I do without you?
Anyway, we're not just two women alone.
Abigail will be here this afternoon.
How long will she stay this time?
That sister of yours is the
reason this farm's in trouble.
Bringing money out for
college and not finishing.
- Then painting lessons and drawing lessons.
- I know.
Abby had to have her
chance though, Es.
You wait and see. When she finds
we're in trouble, she'll pitch in.
How about field work and heavy
work? Women can't do that.
Get a jar of that new
marmalade, will you?
I want to see how it compares
with what I made last year.
Yes, they can. We could do the
heavy work if we had a tractor.
- A tractor?
- I'm going into Wingait Falls.
If Abigail comes while I'm out
don't tell her anything yet.
A tractor? It seems to
me tractors cost money!
Hi, Orv.
You're here awfully
early. Good morning, Jane.
Good morning. Oh,
aren't you feeling well?
It's my allergy again.
It's that new clover seed.
- It's attacking my sinuses.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Getting the barn ready
for tomorrow night?
Well, I haven't had time to
put any decorations up yet.
I was gonna come over tonight and
help you blow up the balloons, but...
- I don't think I better.
- I don't think you better.
You got anything special
on your mind, Jane?
Yeah. I need a few things.
I'll get my order blanks.
They're right over here.
- Some baling wire.
- Baling wire?
And...
...I need some of that
clover seed. I'm sorry...
Clover seed.
And some paint. Red paint.
- Gallon?
- Yeah.
A bucket of paint.
And some thumbtacks.
Thumbtacks.
And a tractor.
And a tract...
Zeb and Frank quit this morning. And
I'll never get the crops in by myself.
- But if I had a tractor...
- Do you know what it costs?
I know, but I could have everything
paid off by harvest time. Look.
This is the kind I want.
- They're very expensive.
- But, Orv, it's so important.
I'd better speak to Dad
about this. He'd... He'd...
All right.
Not that there'd be any trouble,
you understand. It's just that...
You wait...
Yeah, what do you want?
- Speak up.
- It's Jane.
What does she want?
What does she want? What?
A tractor?!
- She's outside.
- Why didn't you tell me? Go on, let her in.
All right, Dad. Jane.
- Good morning, Jane.
- Good morning.
- Come in. Sit down.
- Thank you.
- I suppose Orville has told you about...
- Oh, yes, yes, yes.
- Zeb and Frank quit this morning...
- I'm going to talk to you just like a father.
I'll be your father someday.
Now, Jane, running a
farm isn't womars work.
Why don't you put the
burden where it belongs?
- But Mr...
- I know how you feel about your farm.
Why shouldn't I? Why, my forefathers
got the second land grant in this area.
Just one year after your people.
Why, our folks built this part of
the country with their bare hands.
That's why I've always dreamed of you
and Orville. The Falburys, the Wingaits.
Carrying on our heritage.
- I understand...
- You know how Orville feels about you.
Why, he's been in love with you
ever since you both were that high.
And each year he's loved you more.
Havert you, Orv?
- I said you love Jane.
- She knows that, Dad.
Mr. Wingait, Orville and I
can't get married just yet.
I mean, how would it look?
I owe the store so much.
The debt's cleared off the
books. A wedding present.
Oh, no, Mr. Wingait.
I can't accept that.
I mean, I think you're
terribly kind, but...
But no.
No, Orv and I will just have to wait
until I work my farm free of debt.
Yup, you're a Falbury, all right.
When would you like that tractor?
Oh, Mr. Wingait. Could
I get it right away?
- Go on and pick it out.
- Oh, well, thank you so much.
That's wonderful. Can you
drive the truck back tomorrow?
- Sure, Jane.
- All right. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. Wingait.
- Goodbye. See you at the dance.
Well, go on. Help her.
All right. Don't I ever
do anything right here?
No.
- Nose drops.
- Nose drops.
- Howdy, neighbor
- Howdy, neighbor
Happy harvest
May your 40 acres Soon
be fields of clover
Yes, indeed, and plant a wish
With every seed and by and by
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