Ethan Frome Page #5

Come on.

How high are we going to go?

You want... you want

speed, don't you?

Come on.

That's it.

Here.

I hope you steer better than ned hale.

I'll hold you.

Don't worry.

Aaaah!

Again?

Yeah.

Okay.

You were scared.

No, I wasn't.

Are you tired?

No.

If I miss my train, where will I go?

Where you going if you catch it?

I want you...

To take me down again.

I never want to leave this hill.

Wait.

Why, Ethan?

I want to go in front.

I want to feel you hold me, Matt.

Push off.

Push! Push!

My mother and I were

the first to reach them.

We were walking home.

They laid Mattie in our house, upstairs,

in my room.

We were great friends.

She was going to have been my bridesmaid.

I haven't ever heard before or since...

Any human being moan

like Mattie did.

May God have pity on them.

Come on.

We can walk the rest.

Morning, Ethan.

Ruth.

You know the new reverend, I gather.

Mr. Smith.

Ethan.

We were just going by.

Where's zeena?

If she knew I was near and didn't stop in...

Ruth.

Please.

Please.

You'll be wanting some tea.

Have you...

Have you met the reverend Smith?

It is a pleasure,

Mrs. frome.

This is my wife,

Mr. Smith.

And this is miss Mattie silver.

Let me get the tea.

Would you like me to open up the...

We like it dark,

Mr. Smith.

Don't say anything...

Not yet.

Spring's coming.

Snow won't last much longer.

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