:45:13
Goodness, don't they even fix the roads
in this backwoods place?
:45:17
These aren't roads.
Just wilderness trails.
:45:20
Rapids ahead! Hold tight!
Maybe we'll make it!
:45:40
Hello, Peter. Let me out of this thing.
:45:52
- She's not knock-kneed, Nancy.
- Shh!
:45:57
Julia!
:46:00
- Oh, dear.
- Aunt Margaret.
:46:02
- Well. Welcome to the yellow house.
- Why, thank you.
:46:05
- Did you have a pleasant trip?
- It was a nightmare!
:46:08
No parlor car on the train.
And this wilderness!
:46:11
When I think of last summer,
:46:13
the glorious time Gladys Ferguson and I
had in Easthampton.
:46:18
Come along.
:46:19
But I must remember the last thing
that dear Mrs. Ferguson said to me.
:46:23
"Don't let poverty
drag you down, Julia."
:46:26
"Keep high thoughts
:46:28
and don't let them get soiled
by the grime of daily living."
:46:33
Oh, lovely. Especially the part
about the grime of daily living.
:46:39
- A pill.
- Complete. Utter.
:46:42
I think she's pretty.
:46:44
- Well, you go play with Sam. Vanish.
- Huh?
:46:47
Scat!
:46:52
Naturally, we dressed
for dinner every night.
:46:56
Gladys Ferguson's French maid
laid out our dresses for us.
:46:59
Really! We didn't have to turn a hand.