Not a chair to sit on, nor a bed, neither.

Ain't got a washbowl, nor a pitcher to fill it with water, nor a window big enough to throw it out.

Hey, Uncle Jed, we going to bring them some stuff?

Well, Jethro, you couldn't squeeze enough stuff in this place to make it fit for two women to live in.

Well, then what are we gonna do?

We gotta get them to move into our place.

Ain't gonna be easy, with her being such a prideful woman.

But it just ain't right for us to have so much stuff and to let them live here in a place like this.

Now, there's something I just can't understand.

How can folks live in a big fine house like that, and let a poor starving widow and her youngin live in a place like this right outside their gate?

Let's go up and give them what for?

It ain't for us to speak judgment on.

Maybe the spirit of love will take hold like it did Ms.

Drydale.

You came back for another load.

Well, now hold on.

They are moving into this house?

Well, we're hoping they will.

But this is marvelous.

I've been trying for years to meet Mrs. Radnor-Fenwick, and now she's going to be my next door neighbor.