Summer Magic
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and the best thing we thought of
was that time in Maine.

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- And we saw the yellow house in Beulah.
- Yes!

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And we peered in through the windows,
and wasn't it beautiful?

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- And nobody lived there.
- Hey, that was years ago.

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- You're wild.
- I remember it.

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- You weren't even born.
- Oh, stop interrupting.

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- Your entire lives are about to change.
- Go on, Nancy.

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Well, Mother, a couple of weeks ago,
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I decided that I'd try to find out
about that house.

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So I wrote to the postmaster in Beulah,
and he answered.

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His name is Ossian Popham.
Isn't it a beautiful name?

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Anyway, he's the agent for Mr. Hamilton,
who owns the house,

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who's miles away in China or somewhere.
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Probably an old missionary
or remittance man in disgrace or...

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- Could I see Mr. Popham's letter?
- It's all right, Mother. I...

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- Nancy...
- Well...

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"The pitiful plight of your good self
and your little ones..."

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Oh, Mother, read the last page.
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"Beulah is brimming over
with fresh milk for your baby boy..."

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Who's a baby?
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"...so there's no need for him
to be blue with rickets." Nancy!

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The important part's
on the last page. Look.

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It says the yellow house is vacant
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and Mr. Hamilton would be glad to rent
it to a deserving family like ours

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for a mere $60 a year.
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And he has the right to decide,
'cause he's not only the postmaster,

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but Mr. Hamilton's trusted friend,
his factotum, power attorney.

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- Slow down, Nancy.
- Oh, think of living in the country.

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No storage bills. All our things
will fit into the yellow house.

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We'll be self-supporting.
Chickens. Fresh eggs.

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Vegetables from the garden. Air. Space.
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Honest toil!
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- Can we, Mother? Can we?
- Oh, please, Mother.

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But, Mother,
my school's here and my friends.

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- Beulah's a hick town.
- Abraham Lincoln came from a hick town.

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Mother?
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Your father loved you so,
and he wanted so much for you.


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