:19:08
We're here! We're home!
:19:11
Oh, Gilly, come on!
:19:16
The piano's here!
:19:28
Mother! A quaint old pump!
:19:42
You folks the Careys?
I heard you way up in the attic.
:19:45
Yes.
:19:47
You mean to tell me
that you're the Careys?
:19:52
- You must be Ossian Popham.
- Yes.
:19:56
- At your service, ma'am.
- First dibs for bedrooms, Gilly!
:20:00
Nancy!
:20:05
Is this your treasured daughter, ma'am?
:20:10
Well, let's just say my daughter.
:20:12
Nancy, this is Mr. Popham.
:20:16
Oh, my goodness. Um...
:20:18
- Mr. Popham...
- No, you don't. No, you don't.
:20:25
That must have been the invalid boy.
:20:31
Mr. Popham, about that first letter.
I wrote it.
:20:34
No need to go on. What you've done
has come to me like a blinding flash.
:20:38
Pa.
:20:41
Pa, there's a boy up here.
:20:44
It's the Carey boy.
Come on down, Lallie Joy.
:20:49
That's my daughter, Lallie Joy.
She's awful shy.
:20:53
She'd be more like me
only her ma won't let her.
:20:55
Look at me, Mother! Look at me!
:20:58
- Wee!
- Peter? Where are you?