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How did you know
Ashley was the right man?

I looked into his eyes one day
and suddenly I was lost.

Just the way it was with me.

Were you able
to forget him?

He's been locked in my heart
all these years.

Some people can love only once,
you know.

So, I shut myself up
and lived with my memories.

Miss Emily, that's just what
I'm going to have to do.

Oh, dear.

JOHN-BOY: There is
a fine moment in our lives

when we are young and innocent
and our hearts first awaken

to the mystery
and pain of love.

At such a time we can
give our love freely

without fear of hurt or pain.

The arrival
of a new young minister

in town caused my father
to witness such an awakening

in the heart of my sister
Elizabeth.

John, I appreciate
your coming by.

Glad to, Reverend.

Haven't seen you much.
Must be busy settling in.

Name's Andy and you know
where I can be found any Sunday.

Don't try converting me.
I've been a heathen too long.

Wouldn't dream of it, John.

What can I do for you?

Looks like there's some
rotten floor boards here.

Reverend Buchanan neglected
to mention it when he moved out.

I worry about my parishioners.

I have visions
of Corabeth Godsey

putting her foot
right through the floor.

That would sure
ruffle her feathers.

Well, what do you think?

It's probably rotten underneath.
Let me check the closet.

(CRASHING)

-Are you alright?
-Hey.

The floor caved in right
to the ground. Uh-oh.

-What is it?
-Uh-oh.

-Watch out.
-What?

-There's an animal there.
-What?

-Come on, come on. Run.
-What it is?

Come on, run!

Tell me there was
a skunk in there.

(SNIFFING)

Boy, he got you real good.

Stay back, stay back, stay back.
Stay back! Stay back!

You sure tomato juice
is gonna kill the smell?

It's the only thing
I know that does it.

After a while, I'll give you
some soap and water.

Then you can stop smelling
like tomato juice.

What am I going to do?
I can't let that skunk

have free run of the parsonage.

Not much you can do. He'll leave
when he gets good and ready.

Till then, you could
stay with us for a few days.

Thank you, John.

Good morning, Reverend.

I brought
some more tomato juice.

Smells like
I'm just in the nick of time.

I'll get some soap and water
and some fresh air.

I certainly hope that batch
is warmer than this one

because I am freezing to death.

No wonder Mama won't let you
in the house.

I think I'm getting
used to this.

-Your nose must've gone numb.
-This is no joke, Elizabeth.

Being attacked by a skunk
is not very funny.

Well, skunks
are wonderful animals,

as long as
you aren't mean to them.

I wasn't mean to him.

They catch mice and rats.

But I don't have mice or rats.

Well, that's because the skunk
was in your house,

clearing them all out.

Somehow I find it difficult
to be appreciative

when I'm up to my waist
in tomato juice.

A skunk
is one of God's own creatures.

As a minister, don't you think
you should forgive and forget?

Elizabeth Walton,

if you don't start showing some
respect for your new minister,

I'm making you take
a tomato juice bath, too!

(SCREAMS)

Hello, Corabeth.

Oh, hello, Erin.

What can I do for you today?

Well, Mama needs
six cans of tomato juice.

Oh, I'm so glad
that Olivia has given up

the old-fashioned method
of home canning.

Store-bought tomato juice is
just every bit

as pleasurable to the palate
as the old-fashioned kind.

Oh, well, it's not for drinking.
It's for the Reverend's pants.

I beg your pardon?

A skunk got into the parsonage
and sprayed him.

We threw away his shirt,

but Mama thinks
she can save his pants.

Oh. How disagreeable.

-Oh! Hello, Erin.
-Miss Mamie, Miss Emily.

-Hello.
-Corabeth.

Hello. Your visit
is so fortuitous.

I have just gotten in a new
shipment of lace antimacassars.

I'm sure
hey must be lovely, Corabeth,

but today we just want
some Mason jars.

For the Recipe, don't you know?

We've just finished a superb run
through Papa's Recipe machine.

We were on our way over to
your house, Erin, to find you.

Then I'm glad
we ran into each other.

Sister and I are writing a book

based on excerpts from Papa's
journals and our own diaries.

We feared we could never
complete such a task

if we had to write
it all down ourselves.

So we were thinking, with
your knowledge of shorthand,

perhaps we could
dictate it to you.

-We would, of course, pay you.
-Well, I'd be happy to help you.

We are anxious to write our book
quickly because of the war.

We heard that
the soldiers want books

to read in their fox groves.

I think that's fox holes,
Sister.

Wherever they want to read it,
I'm sure it will be just fine.

OLIVIA: Ben, Jim-Bob
mind your manners.

It's the first time our new
preacher has come for supper,

I don't want him thinking
that you only behave in church.

Sometimes they don't look so
well-behaved in church either.

I wouldn't go
high and mighty, Jason.

I saw you yawning
at the last week's sermon.

I think you should all model
yourselves after John Curtis.

He behaves himself
perfectly and quietly.

Andy, you sit
over here, next to Erin?

Daddy's clothes doesn't look
too becoming on you, Andy.

Elizabeth, will you say
the grace, please?

Dear Father,
thank you for the food before us

and the good company
to share it with.

Bless this food to give us
strength in the day to come.

-Amen.
-ALL: Amen.

It was a very nice blessing,
Elizabeth.

I hope you don't mind
if I use it myself sometime.

Ben, will you please
start the corn?

-Why, of course, Erin.
-Thank you.

You're welcome. Jim-Bob,
would you please pass the beans?

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Mama, can I please
have a biscuit?

If it's not too much trouble.

Liv, why don't you introduce me
to these folks?

I don't think I've met them
before.

I didn't want you all to act
like you're in finishing school.

It's Andy,
he's an inspiration to us all.

You look like you could use
a little inspiration.

Uh-uh, sounds like
a sermon.

(BEN SNORTS)

Now, I don't know what
Reverend Buchanan's ways were,

but the only sermons you'll get
from me are in church on Sunday.

That's a relief.
Sounds like a real person, huh?

-Jim-Bob!
-It's alright.

I like to think of myself
as a person before a minister.

-Let's start that ham here.
-Pass the ham.

Sorry, Daddy.

(LAUGHING)

I don't know why you keep
getting all the fish.

A little prayer goes a long way,
John. Give it a try sometime.

I would if I thought
it would do any good.

Maybe I ought to leave
the pond to you

and get working
on next Sunday's sermon.

Oh, no, no. You can't run off
when you're ahead.

You're providing supper tonight
and earning your keep.

I got one. I got...

(EXCLAIMS)

What'd you say about prayer?

Well, maybe Elizabeth here
will change your luck.

Mama thought I'd find you here.

Mr. Sarver
wants you to call him.

Well, here, you take this.
Catch some fish.

We can't let the preacher think
he can beat us in our own pond.

I didn't know you were
a fisherman, Elizabeth.

Grandma used to take me
down here all the time.

What's this?

19th century English poetry?

I have to learn
a poem for school.

Well, you don't sound
too pleased.

I like the poem, but I'm having
trouble remembering parts of it.

Try reciting it to me and
I'll follow along?

Oh, would you?

I asked Jim-Bob but he thinks
poetry is sickening.

Well, not me. There's not
too many things I like better

than listening
to a pretty girl read poetry.

Okay.

It's this one.

First Love by John Clare.

Ready when you are.

"I ne'er was struck
before that hour

"With love so sudden
and so sweet,

"Her face...

"Her face it bloomed..."

"His face it bloomed..."

Her face.

"Her face it bloomed
like a sweet flower

"And stole my heart away
complete.

"My face turned pale
as deadly pale.

"My legs refused to walk away."

That's very good. Good.

I think I know the rest,
except for the end.

Alright.

Um...

"She seemed..."

"She seemed to hear
my silent voice,

" Not love's appeals to know.

"I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before."

"My heart has left its
dwelling-place

"And can return no more."

"My heart has left
its dwelling-place

"And can return no more."

(SPLASHING)

-You're getting a bite!
-I know.

-Pull it in. Haul it in..
-I will.

Look. Look what you got.

Look at this.
Look what you caught here.

There you go. Look at it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Andy?
-OLIVIA: Reverend?

Oh, Mama. It's only me.

Andy went up on the mountain
to make some calls.

You sure have this place
looking nice.

I see you found
a use for the old lamp.

It was dark
and gloomy in here.

I didn't want him
to strain his eyes.

It looks like
he won't starve either.

Well, he's bound to be
tired and hungry

from his hike
up on the mountain,

and he'll need something
to give him his energy back.

Looks like you've thought
of just about everything.

When I was up in the attic
looking for the lamp,

I found material
you were going to use for Erin

to make her a new dress.

I remember I didn't have quite
enough for the style she wanted.

Anyway, I thought wasn't it
about time I had a new dress?

I should've
thought of it myself.

It's got to be a grownup dress,
no bows or frills.

I wouldn't want to remind
anybody of Shirley Temple.

I certainly wouldn't mistake the
two of you.

Alright, no bows, no frills.

Can I get started today?

I don't see why not. I have
a pattern you might approve of

and about everything else
you'll need, except the buttons.

Mama, there is one more thing
I might need

to make the dress just perfect.

What's that?

Silk stockings?

Alright. Silk stockings.

Reverend, thank you so much.

-Oh, you have been a godsend.
-That's just part of my job.

What would we have done
if you hadn't come across us

stuck in the middle of the road?

That automobile never ran out
of gasoline before.

Oh, when did we fill the gas
tank last?

Only last spring.

What should I do
with the groceries?

Right this way.

Miss Mamie, Miss Emily?

In here.

Oh, Miss Emily. The door was
open, so I just came right in.

Oh, Erin, do sit down.
I'm delighted to see you.

As you can see, we have
everything ready.

We brought all of Papa's
journals down from the attic.

I stopped at Ike's on my way
and bought a brand new note pad.

I've been trying to convince
the Reverend March

to stay
and have some Recipe with us.

Oh, do.

The Recipe is excellent medicine

when one has been bitten
by porcupines.

Oh, Miss Emily, it was a skunk.

Oh, my.

Well, then you simply must have
some of the Recipe.

Thank you. But I should
get back to the parsonage

and see
if the skunk has moved out yet.

I can't stay
with the Waltons forever.

Well, it's only been
a couple of days.

What's the matter? Are you
getting tired of us already?

Hardly.

When I got back, I found
a plate of cookies in my room.

It was a pleasant surprise, even
if I don't know who left them.

You must have a secret admirer.

I don't recall if I've told you,
but once upon a time I had...

Sister.

...a secret admirer.

Well, that's what
I'm hoping for, too.

Well, I'd better be going.

Erin, I'll see you
when we get back to the house?

I'll see myself out. Thank you.

-Thank you again.
-Goodbye.

Oh, what a nice young man.

And a minister, at his age!

Well, he just graduated
from the seminary.

This is his first congregation.

I'm sure he and Ashley
would have been great friends.

Yes, Sister.

Now let's get on with the book.

One hardly knows where to begin.

Well, why don't we
start with a title?

Yes.

It should be something
dignified, but catchy.

I do like Gone with the Wind.

Too bad it's already been taken.

How about Ballad of the
Baldwins?

Oh, yes.
Ballad of the Baldwins.

Alright.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Andy, are you in there?
-Elizabeth? Come on in.

Saw your car parked outside
on my way home from school.

Where's the skunk?

Gone, it seems.
I've checked all over.

Doesn't smell like he's gone.

Looks like I'll be spending few
more days at your place.

I thought I'd bring
some books over.

-Poetry?
-Mmm-hmm.

I thought maybe we could read
some together.

Sure.

I better start
airing this place out.

Why don't you let me help you?

I know about these things.

Oh, well, then maybe you can
tell me, where do we start?

Well.

How about those curtains?
I bet they're pretty bad.

We can take those down then
decide what else to clean.

Yes, ma'am.

Must be hard living so far away
from your family.

Do you have brothers
and sisters?

No, I wasn't as lucky as you.
I'm an only child.

Must have been strange
growing up all by yourself.

I don't know.
No stranger than growing up

with a houseful
of brothers and sisters.

Little quieter maybe,
and lonelier.

You must have had neighbors
and bunches of girlfriends?

Well, hardly bunches, a few.
But none special enough to last.

How come?

Well, none of them had
that lasting sort of sparkle,

the kind
that starts deep inside.

How did you decide
you wanted to be a minister?

Well, it's what
I always wanted to be.

When I was little, I thought
I wanted to be a detective,

just like a girl spy.

You've changed your mind?

Well, now I'm thinking
of becoming a missionary.

A missionary?

You think I'd be good at it?

I think that whatever you go
after in life,

whatever you want to be,
you're going to be terrific.

I hope you're right.

Mama, do you think
I have a sparkle?

I mean the inner kind.

I'd say so. The way you
whipped up this dress,

it looks like you could be
a professional seamstress.

That can only be a hobby.

I'm thinking of devoting
myself to missionary work.

Andy said
I'd be real good at it.

Hey, Elizabeth,
are you getting religion?

No, I think she's just getting
interested in religious men.

-Or a religious man.
-Ben Walton, that's not true!

Then why can't anyone
take a breath here

without hearing
"Andy this" or "Andy that"?

You shut your mouth.

Elizabeth, go upstairs and get
me that spool of thread, please?

Anything to get away
from brothers.

I don't want to hear you two
teasing Elizabeth

about Andy again ever.

Even if it's true?

You heard me. Jim-Bob!

Yes, Mama. But Elizabeth
sure is acting goofy lately.

Hey, Daddy.

What's Jim-Bob mumbling about?

It looks like Elizabeth's
got a crush on Andy.

-Reverend March?
-You're as bad as the boys.

-Who would've figured that?
-Doesn't surprise me.

Elizabeth's 13 now,
these things start happening.

I'm glad she's got
a crush on someone like Andy.

You think we ought to warn him?

I expect he can take care
of himself.

Elizabeth getting
romantic notions?

Looks like she's developed
a taste for good-looking men.

-Takes after her mama.
-That's right.

There are times
that loving seems to be

a very easy and natural thing.
But when it comes to

carrying out Christ's
instructions

to love thy neighbor,
many of us find that our hearts

and our minds
are closed to the words of...

Well, come in. Come in, ladies.

I was just
going over Sunday's sermon.

Andy, Corabeth
is here to see you.

-What can I do for you?
-Ah, what can I do for you?

As a member of your flock,
Reverend,

I felt it my duty to offer my
help in your battle against,

how shall I say, the whimsies
of the animal world.

That's mighty thoughtful of you.

Is that wretched beast
still occupying the parsonage?

He was as of yesterday.
I'm going back to check again.

Perhaps I can be
of some assistance.

I have brought you a small book
on animal husbandry.

I thought, perhaps, it could
help to bring about an eviction.

I'll take a good look before
I go back to the parsonage.

And here are some bayberry
and pine sachet essences.

Ah!

To help freshen any clothes
that might need reviving.

They smell wonderful.

And lastly, for your own self...

Men's cologne!

Oh, not that you need it,
please understand,

but just in case you should
have another encounter

with that offensive animal.

Well, I don't know what to say.

The vicissitudes
of the animal world

often catch us quite unaware.

Well, I'm very grateful.

I'm pleased if
I have brought you

some comfort
during your exile.

You've been more than generous.

Well, Corabeth,
I think we ought to be going.

Leave Andy to get to his sermon.
He's doing God's work.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

-À bientôt, Reverend.
-Bye, Corabeth.

And thanks again.

Perhaps, Sister,

if Ballad of the Baldwins
is well received,

it might be made
into a motion picture.

Wouldn't that be thrilling?

Oh, I wonder
who would act in it.

Well, Bette Davis
would play my part.

Miss Katherine Hepburn
would be me,

and Ashley Longworth

could be portrayed
by Mr. Leslie Howard.

Now, what actor could play
my beau, Octavius Fairweather?

Dear Mamie, Octavius Fairweather
was hardly your beau.

He never did kiss you.

Well, how true.

But I'm sure
the thought crossed his mind.

The Fairweathers
never were men of action.

Oh. Well, maybe, we better get
to your papa's journals.

We were halfway
through October 14th, 1901.

Now where was I? Oh, yes.

(CLEARING THROAT)

"Mamie and Emily were taking
their afternoon constitutional

"when a most
unwelcome letter arrived."

Do go on, Sister,
it sounds mysterious.

"It was addressed to Emily
from Mr. Ashley Longworth.

"We know so little
about this young man

"that I cannot consider him

"to be a fitting suitor
for my daughter

"hence, I feel no good can come
from any communication with him,

"and yet I hesitate
to destroy this letter.

"Consequently, I have taken
pains to hide it in a place

"where Emily
will never think to look.

"And, someday, when she has
overcome this silly infatuation,

"I will give it to her."

Emily. Sister!

(SINGING)

When each waves
comes a-rolling in

We will duck or swim
And we'll float and fool

around the water Over and under
and then up for air

Ma is rich, Pa is rich
So now what do we care?

I love to be beside your side
Beside the sea,

beside the seaside
By the beautiful sea!

-Ta-da!
-Perfect.

I've always wanted a cap
like this.

Now you got one.

-But this is yours.
-Not anymore.

That's a reward for helping me
clean the parsonage this week.

Besides, it looks better
on you, anyway.

(ELIZABETH SINGING)

By the sea, by the sea
By the beautiful sea!

You and me, you and me
Oh, how happy we'll be!

-Hey, Elizabeth.
-Hello.

You're in a good mood to be
ironing.

This is Andy's shirt.

We had to wash all
of his clothes three times.

After you're done with his,
how about doing mine?

(SCOFFING)

Not a chance.

You can't blame a guy
for trying.

When you see Andy,
would you be sure and tell him

I've picked out some hymns
for Sunday?

Sure, when I do see him.

He'll be here in few minutes.
I just passed him at Ike's.

(DOOR OPENING)

Hello, Elizabeth.

Hi.

You know, you are gonna make
somebody a terrific wife.

I've never seen anybody
so industrious.

It's only ironing.
How do you like my new dress?

Oh, it's a real knockout.

You're just a heartbreaker,
that's all.

But there's one thing missing.

"Ode to a Skunk.

"When first that
skunk came to call,

"he roamed your house
and gave his all.

"In truth,
the smell was severe.

"But luckily,
it brought you here."

"I know you'll
soon be on your way.

"Yet still I hope
we'll meet each day.

"For though we live
a few miles apart,

"you'll stay
forever in my heart."

I was just on my way
to find you.

Here I am.

Well, I think we've got
something to talk about.

Well, can it wait till after I
come back from the Baldwins?

Miss Emily is frantic because
she can't find Ashley's letter.

That's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

And what do you
know about Ashley?

I don't mean Ashley.
I mean love letters, poems.

You know.

No, and I don't have time
for guessing games.

What about me?

You did keep me guessing
until this afternoon.

But now I'm sure
it was you who was leaving me

those flowers and cookies.

Me? Why would I do
something like that?

Just your way
of showing that you like me?

Well, I was beginning to,
but now I'm not so sure.

-Well, what about the poem?
-What poem?

The poem I found in the shed.
You even signed it.

It sounds like one of the boys
is playing a practical joke.

I'd like to see
how my signature was forged.

Well, actually, it was
just signed "E."

-"E"?
-For Erin.

It seems to me
that you're forgetting

there's more than one Walton
girl with the first initial "E."

Elizabeth?

John, you got a minute?

You wanna do some fishing?

No. No, I need some advice.

I thought preachers
were the ones who gave advice.

Yeah, well, not this time.

It's a little awkward
for me to say, but I think

Elizabeth's got a crush on me.

Well, I wouldn't
fret about that.

Girls Elizabeth's age
tend to moon about something.

Well, if it were anybody else,
I'd just call it puppy love.

Elizabeth's young,
but her feelings are strong.

Maybe she's growing up faster
than I thought she was.

What do you think I ought to do?
Should I talk with her?

Yeah, sounds right to me.
Level with her.

But do it kind
of gentle, will you?

Yeah. I will.

I'll see you.

Elizabeth!

I'm up here.

How about going
for a walk with me?

Sure. I'll be right down.

Instead of calling up
to my window,

you could toss pebbles. That's
what they do in the movies.

I bet it'd sound real nice,
if they weren't too big.

I think I'm gonna be moving back
to the parsonage tonight.

Tonight? I thought you'd be here
for at least a few more days.

We're gonna finish
that book of poetry

and you were going
to take me fishing.

But I went back
there this afternoon

and there's no longer any danger
that I'll suffocate.

The skunk could be
waiting down that hole

just to come up and get you.

Your daddy and I
boarded it clear up.

There's no longer any danger
and I'll be perfectly safe.

You know, these past few days,

we've shared
some fine times together.

And they won't have to stop.
I can come by after school.

Then we'll have
weekends together.

It'll be better.

Elizabeth, listen to me.

These past few days,
I kept finding surprises.

Flowers, cookies, even a poem.
It was awful nice of you.

I felt as though a little elf
had been visiting me.

An elf?

Look, you're a sweet,
young, beautiful girl.

And I want us always
to stay pals, alright?

Just don't say anything else.

Elizabeth.

How could Papa
have done such a thing?

I've never before
been so provoked at him.

Oh, Sister.

Just look at him.

I never noticed before, but he's
positively smirking at me.

I cannot stand to look
at his face any longer.

Now, Emily,
don't do anything rash.

I shall turn Papa to the wall.

Very well, if he upsets you so.
But I'll do it.

The sooner, the better.

And I'll help.

I find this most distressing.

This is the first time Papa's
been off the wall,

since the day he was hung.

Wait, Erin. Sister, look!

Can it be?

It's addressed to you.

It's Ashley's handwriting.

I'd recognize that anywhere.

"Dear Emily,

"I know that your father feels
I am not a worthy suitor,

"and so rather than bring
any anguish to you,

"I will not come to call again.

"But, Emily, dear sweet Emily,

"I could not take my leave
without first putting

"a memento of my affection
in our place.

"I hope it will induce you
to think of me occasionally.

"And now I bid you adieu with
a heavy but loving heart.

"Ashley."

-I must go there now.
-Where, Sister?

To our place, of course,
Ashley's and mine.

Where's that?

There's a tree in the woods
where he kissed me.

Oh, Miss Emily, you can't go
now. It's dark outside.

Oh, Erin's right.
You must wait until morning.

I have waited 40 years.

Then you can be
patient a bit longer.

Very well.

Now, Erin and I will
accompany you in the morning.

You will come, won't you, Erin?

Oh, yes. I wouldn't miss this
for anything in the world.

Would you like me to put
your father's picture back up?

I think not.

Oh, but, Sister,
Papa belongs over the fireplace.

Eventually, yes,

but right now I think
it's more fitting that

he should have
a few days of penitence.

Erin, would you please take Papa
to the broom closet?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I just came to check up on you.

My stomach still
feels awful funny.

That's not the real reason
why you've been

hiding yourself
up here all night, is it?

It seems to me your stomach
didn't start bothering you

until after you went
walking with Andy.

He told you? How could he?

He didn't tell us.
Your daddy and I guessed.

Pretty dumb, isn't it?

Feelings are never dumb.

He's getting ready to go back
to the parsonage tonight.

Why don't you come downstairs
and say goodbye to him?

I can't.

You're gonna
have to face him sometime.

The sooner you do,
the sooner you'll get over

feeling uncomfortable
around him.

I just can't.

Say goodbye to him for me.

Alright.

I'm going over
to the parsonage tomorrow

to re-hang some curtains.
I could sure use your help.

Well, you can find
somebody else to do it.

I'd like it to be you.

I'll keep you so busy you won't
have time to worry about Andy.

Let me think about it.

Sure.

Mama,

would you give this
back to him for me?

Didn't he give that
to you for keeps?

I don't want it anymore.

Then you're gonna have to give
it back to him yourself.

I was hoping Elizabeth
would come with you.

So was I.

I think she's awful embarrassed.

I sure never meant to hurt her.

Give her time.
She'll come to understand that.

You know, looking back on it,

I can see that my actions
might have encouraged her.

I should have known better.

You can't blame
yourself for something

you didn't know was happening.

Elizabeth was bound
to fall in love sooner or later.

She's lucky she fell
in love with a man

as kind and gentle as you are.

I'd feel a whole lot better

if she'd just
talk it through with me.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

CORABETH: Yoo-hoo!

-Come on in.
-Reverend.

Afternoon, Corabeth.

Reverend.

Oh, Olivia, what a surprise.

I thought I might just stop
by and see if I couldn't aid

the Reverend in his resettling.

Yes, you can. How about helping
Olivia with the curtains?

I think I'll go have another
talk with a certain young woman.

Well, how mysterious.

Where do you suppose
he's off to in such a hurry?

I really couldn't say.

Well, perhaps a religious
mission of inspiration.

Religious or not,
I hope it's inspired.

There are so many trees. How
will you know which one it is?

I just will, I hope.

The tree fauna has grown
considerably taller

in these past few decades.

Well, Sister,
I think you mean the flora,

the fauna are usually animals,

especially when
they're baby deer.

Never mind, Sister, here it is.

He carved my initials on this
side of the tree, I remember.

Because the afternoon sun
was shining in his eyes

and he kept squinting.

Sister. Here, Sister.

-Oh, yes.
-There it is.

Ashley really had
a way with wood.

Well, look, the arrow points...
Oh, my gosh.

What is it?

Well, the arrow points
to a hollow in the trunk.

Oh, dear, I think I may faint.

No, Sister, now you
control that urge.

There's just no place here
for you to collapse.

-Can you feel anything?
-Oh, I'm not sure.

(GASPS)

-Oh.
-MISS EMILY: Oh, my. Oh, my.

Oh, my. Oh, my. Oh, my.

Oh, it's beautiful.

He wore this ring
on his little finger.

He said the stone
was the color of my eyes.

MISS MAMIE: And so it is.

Except I see that they're a bit
more sparkling at this moment.

Well, put it on.

You know, Sister, I've never
said this to you before,

but there were moments

when I had some doubts about
Ashley's true feelings for you.

From the moment we kissed
beneath this very tree,

I knew Ashley loved me.

And that was 40 years ago.

And in my heart,
it is as if it were yesterday.

Thank you, Ashley.

Thank you.

Hello, Elizabeth.

Hi.

I've been thinking our walk
ended abruptly last night.

All those things I said,
it was just a game, a big joke.

I hope you don't
really mean that

because I have
enjoyed your company.

I couldn't help feeling honored
that you would write me a poem

which so sweetly said
that you cared for me.

Elizabeth,

too many people are ashamed
to love or to show their love.

I wish there had
never been a skunk.

Then we wouldn't have shared
so many fine moments together.

And those moments
mean something to me.

Really?

Why do you think I'm here now?

You know, I told you
that I was an only child.

I always wanted a sister.

And these past few days,

I've begun to think
of you in that way.

But I guess
you've got enough brothers.

More than enough, especially
when they're Ben and Jim-Bob.

But

since John-Boy's away,

I guess I could use an extra
brother from time to time.

I would like that.

How about if you and I go
fishing in a few days, huh?

No, thank you. It's too soon.

Later, then.

Come on. I'll walk you back.

No. I wanna
stay here for a while.

Alright. I'll see you, then.

Elizabeth home yet?

No, and I'm hurting for her.

It's hard to know what to do.

When she was little and she'd
fall down and bump herself,

I could always kiss her
and make it better.

This kind of ache
just has to wear itself out.

I'm gonna call Matt Sarver
and tell him

I won't be picking up
those contracts tonight.

I don't think you
have to cancel your trip.

Charlottesville will
be there tomorrow.

Honey, you alright?

I finished the buttons
on your dress.

You can try it on if you like.

I'm not going
to wear that dress ever.

Let me.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Honey, did Andy
say something to hurt you?

Because if he did, I'll whop him
one, even if he is a preacher.

No, he was real nice.

It's not his fault that he can't
love me the way I want him to.

Now, those things
happen sometimes.

Daddy, I really love him
so much, and it hurts.

It's like a hurt
as big as the mountain.

Well, that's an awful big hurt.

When does it stop?

Not today, not tomorrow.

Sooner or later, it'll stop.

I'm gonna tell you something.

You promise
not to tell your mama.

When I was 14,

I fell in love with a beautiful
woman named Julie Roper.

Her hair was black,
the color of deepest night.

Her eyes were
the color of violets.

Did she love you?

No.

She was my history teacher.

End of the school year, she ran
off and married someone else.

I thought my heart would break
for sure, but it mended.

Years later, it mended
real good when I met your mama.

It sounds so uncomplicated.

It sounds that way
because it was so long ago.

Why don't you try on this dress

and give your mama
and me a fashion show?

Oh, Daddy, how can I
wear it now?

I made it to show Andy how
grownup and sophisticated I am.

Now, I don't know anything
about being sophisticated,

but you are truly grown up.

I don't know
if you're aware of it,

but something's been happening
to you the last few days.

I can't imagine
what it could be.

You've discovered
you can love someone, honey.

My little girl has turned into
a woman right before my eyes.

Daddy.

You're right about that dress
being grownup, you know.

Why don't I take you and that
dress over to Charlottesville

for dinner and some dancing?

I think I'd rather not.

Okay.

I'll be downstairs
if you change your mind.

(PLAYING PIANO)

I was beginning
to think I was stood up.

You'd look pretty funny
dancing all by yourself.

I never thought I'd be
so happy to see you

going out with another woman.

I didn't know you were
gonna look so beautiful.

I better put my suit on.

Mama, are you sure
you don't want to come along?

That's very generous of you,

but I wouldn't dream of
intruding on a young lady's date

with a handsome older man.

Shall we show your mama

what a handsome couple
we're going to be?

Elizabeth, may I
have this dance?

JOHN-BOY: The passage of time
and the support of her family

helped Elizabeth
overcome the pain

of her first bittersweet love.

And eventually,
she and the young minister

were to become good friends.

Some years later, Elizabeth
was to find that one love

which would grow and endure

with the steady brilliance
that lasts a lifetime.

ERIN: Goodnight, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Erin, did Miss Emily
ever put her father's portrait

-back over the fireplace?
-ERIN: Yesterday.

ELIZABETH: I think we ought to
have a portrait of Daddy.

ERIN: Good idea!
If Mama ever got mad at him,

she could throw him
in the broom closet.

OLIVIA: Goodnight, Erin.
JOHN: Goodnight, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH: Goodnight, Daddy.