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If you feel like singing,

sing Tra la la your cares away

There's something about

Giving out with a song

Makes you belong

Helps you to find A

peace of mindful day

If you feel like humming, hum

Fiddle

dee-dee-da-dee dum

Supposing you do-re-mi

slightly off key

Everyone can't be a Bing

Tell your friends to go places

If they start making faces

If you feel like singing, sing

There's something about

Giving out with a song

Makes you belong

Helps you to find A

peace of mindful day

Just look in the mirror And do a duet

And raise your voices aloft

Don't move out of your dwelling

If your neighbors start yelling

If you can't sing good Sing soft

When your luck is in need of repair

Don't you care

Anyone who feels chipper Will

chirp out like a whippoorwill

It mustrt necessarily

be any anniversary

Or be an extra-special event

If you feel like singing, sing

Tra-la-la fiddle

dee tra-la-la

Sing to your heart's content

If you feel like singing, sing

- Good morning, Es.

- Never mind the bed now.

Frank and Zeb are waiting to

see you. In their Sunday clothes.

- Sunday clothes?

- Hats and all.

- What for?

- Well, you can't put it on me.

You know them. Never tell me nothing.

Just stand around acting mysterious.

Good morning, Zeb, Frank.

- It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

- Yep.

- Are you going someplace?

- Yep.

You see, we figured, that is my brother

and me, now that the planting's done...

...we were going to run along down to

Hartford way and get us a job in a factory.

- You're quitting without giving a notice?

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Why, you two worked

this farm for my father.

And for his father before him.

You know how much I need you.

Your grandpa paid us and your

pa too. But you ain't, Miss Jane.

I know, but how could I? We haven't

had a decent crop for three years.

You can't say you ain't

been eating good, can you?

No, but Zeb won't be able to eat

at all unless he gets his new teeth.

Takes money.

We're gonna have a fine crop this

year. Everything points to it.

And I'll make it up

to you. You know that.

I've got to have my teeth.

We don't doubt your

intentions, Miss Jane.

But we made up our mind.

- We're set on it. Bye.

- Wait a minute.

Wait. Just a minute.

It's car fare, anyway.

Watch Bessie careful-like.

She ought to calve pretty soon.

Hope it's a heifer.

Don't slam the door.

Traitors!

I been expecting something

like this for a long time.

Each got one shifty eye, them two.

- Ever notice?

- Oh, I don't blame them.

I wouldn't blame you if you left too.

Me? Where'd I'd leave to?

If we're gonna be two

women alone on this farm...

...we better get that old

shotgun ready for snoopers.

Next time to town, get

some blanks, will you?

Blanks? Why blanks?

If any mars gonna snoop around me, I

don't want to kill him. Just stun him.

Oh, Es, what would I do without you?

Anyway, we're not just two women alone.

Abigail will be here this afternoon.

How long will she stay this time?

That sister of yours is the

reason this farm's in trouble.

Bringing money out for

college and not finishing.

- Then painting lessons and drawing lessons.

- I know.

Abby had to have her

chance though, Es.

You wait and see. When she finds

we're in trouble, she'll pitch in.

How about field work and heavy

work? Women can't do that.

Get a jar of that new

marmalade, will you?

I want to see how it compares

with what I made last year.

Yes, they can. We could do the

heavy work if we had a tractor.

- A tractor?

- I'm going into Wingait Falls.

If Abigail comes while I'm out

don't tell her anything yet.

A tractor? It seems to

me tractors cost money!

Hi, Orv.

You're here awfully

early. Good morning, Jane.

Good morning. Oh,

aren't you feeling well?

It's my allergy again.

It's that new clover seed.

- It's attacking my sinuses.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Getting the barn ready

for tomorrow night?

Well, I haven't had time to

put any decorations up yet.

I was gonna come over tonight and

help you blow up the balloons, but...

- I don't think I better.

- I don't think you better.

You got anything special

on your mind, Jane?

Yeah. I need a few things.

I'll get my order blanks.

They're right over here.

- Some baling wire.

- Baling wire?

And...

...I need some of that

clover seed. I'm sorry...

Clover seed.

And some paint. Red paint.

- Gallon?

- Yeah.

A bucket of paint.

And some thumbtacks.

Thumbtacks.

And a tractor.

And a tract...

Zeb and Frank quit this morning. And

I'll never get the crops in by myself.

- But if I had a tractor...

- Do you know what it costs?

I know, but I could have everything

paid off by harvest time. Look.

This is the kind I want.

- They're very expensive.

- But, Orv, it's so important.

I'd better speak to Dad

about this. He'd... He'd...

All right.

Not that there'd be any trouble,

you understand. It's just that...

You wait...

Yeah, what do you want?

- Speak up.

- It's Jane.

What does she want?

What does she want? What?

A tractor?!

- She's outside.

- Why didn't you tell me? Go on, let her in.

All right, Dad. Jane.

- Good morning, Jane.

- Good morning.

- Come in. Sit down.

- Thank you.

- I suppose Orville has told you about...

- Oh, yes, yes, yes.

- Zeb and Frank quit this morning...

- I'm going to talk to you just like a father.

I'll be your father someday.

Now, Jane, running a

farm isn't womars work.

Why don't you put the

burden where it belongs?

- But Mr...

- I know how you feel about your farm.

Why shouldn't I? Why, my forefathers

got the second land grant in this area.

Just one year after your people.

Why, our folks built this part of

the country with their bare hands.

That's why I've always dreamed of you

and Orville. The Falburys, the Wingaits.

Carrying on our heritage.

- I understand...

- You know how Orville feels about you.

Why, he's been in love with you

ever since you both were that high.

And each year he's loved you more.

Havert you, Orv?

- I said you love Jane.

- She knows that, Dad.

Mr. Wingait, Orville and I

can't get married just yet.

I mean, how would it look?

I owe the store so much.

The debt's cleared off the

books. A wedding present.

Oh, no, Mr. Wingait.

I can't accept that.

I mean, I think you're

terribly kind, but...

But no.

No, Orv and I will just have to wait

until I work my farm free of debt.

Yup, you're a Falbury, all right.

When would you like that tractor?

Oh, Mr. Wingait. Could

I get it right away?

- Go on and pick it out.

- Oh, well, thank you so much.

That's wonderful. Can you

drive the truck back tomorrow?

- Sure, Jane.

- All right. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mr. Wingait.

- Goodbye. See you at the dance.

Well, go on. Help her.

All right. Don't I ever

do anything right here?

No.

- Nose drops.

- Nose drops.

- Howdy, neighbor

- Howdy, neighbor

Happy harvest

May your 40 acres Soon

be fields of clover

Yes, indeed, and plant a wish

With every seed and by and by

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