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The sun and rain will make an etching

Of a million little green

fingers Stretching to the sky

Howdy, neighbor

- Howdy, neighbor.

- Happy harvest

Get your rocking chairs

For all your cares are over

Clap your hands and lick your chops

Your bumper crops are on the climb

Hey, we're gonna roll in

plenty Spend a five or 10 or 20

And those happy harvest

bells Are gonna chime

Remember, neighbor When

you work for Mother Nature

You get paid by Father Time

Chicks are gonna cackle

And every burlap sack'll be

Full of taters and tobaccos

And dozens of different

Good and healthy greens

- Do tell.

- And if the weatherman won't upset us

Mister, you can bet us

There'll be lots of crispy

lettuce In your jeans

Corn and taters, you can bet us, Ripe

tomatoes, crispy lettuce in your jeans

Begin to live And find

out just what living means

- Howdy, neighbor

- Howdy, neighbor

- Happy harvest

- Happy harvest

May your 40 acres Soon

be fields of clover

- Yes, indeed

- Go on, puff your corncob pipes

And no more gripes And no more groans

No mortgages or loans

And you won't see a trace of worrying

On the face of Farmer Jones

- Howdy, neighbor

- Howdy, neighbor

- Happy harvest

- Happy harvest

Get your rocking chairs

For all your cares are over

Clap your hands and lick your chops

Your bumper crops are on the climb

Hey, we're gonna roll in

plenty Spend a five or 10 or 20

And those happy harvest

bells Are gonna chime

Remember, neighbor When

you work for Mother Nature

You get paid by Father Time

Hey, give me a hand with these flats.

You! Young lady...

- Wait. Stop that.

- Heave ho. Heave ho. Heave ho.

Oh, wait a minute. Whoa.

Whoa, you slime, whoa!

What's going on here? What

are you doing up there?

I'm looking for a needle. It's the

"needle in the haystack" bit. Funny?

- I love you!

- What?

- Love you...

- Leave me alone.

Impetuous little fool.

No, don't turn your back.

- I want to remember you as you are.

- Now, wait.

Here, this goes in

the house. Hey, Herb...

- Oh, excuse me.

- Hey, Joe, where do we put these flats?

Oh, Herb, come on.

Give us a hand here.

- Now, wait just a minute.

- Fred.

That's my barn.

Quiet!

What are you doing in my barn?

- Your barn?

- Yes!

You're Jane. Hello, I'm Joe

Ross. Say, this setup's perfect.

- Wait till we get the stage, you'll love it.

- A stage? For what?

For the show, my show, Fall in Love.

Mr. Ross, I don't know

anything about you or your show.

Will you tell these people here there's

been some kind of mistake and go away?

You mean you didn't...?

Didrt Abigail write you?

Abigail? What's Abigail

got to do with this?

Jane!

- Jane.

- Abby.

It's wonderful to be home again.

- This is Joe Ross. He's directing the show.

- We've met.

- My sister.

- Abigail...

...did you ask all these people here?

Of course, darling.

And isn't it wonderful?

A musical show in our barn.

Oh, wait till you see my part.

- It's wonderful, isn't it, Joe?

- Yeah, sure.

Abigail, I'd like to

talk to you inside.

Didrt you tell her were coming?

Well, not exactly, Joe. I thought it

would be sort of fun if we surprised her.

- We surprised her, all right.

- Oh, now, Joe, don't worry.

I'll take care of everything.

It'll be all right.

Abig...?

Let's go in here for a minute.

You still haven't gotten the

new curtains for the parlor.

No. I've been pretty busy.

Abigail...

...start from the beginning, huh?

- Well, after I flunked out of art school, I...

- Yes, I felt bad about that.

Oh, darling, I'm sorry. But all my

friends said I should go on the stage.

- That's where I met Joe.

- On the stage?

- No. You see, he, we...

- Where?

In a drugstore on Broadway.

But, Jane, it was really very romantic.

We were both having a sandwich...

...and he... Well, he began to talk

to me and he asked me if I could sing.

The next thing I know, I'm

rehearsing with his show.

Look, Abigail, you just can't

bring all these people here. It...

You don't understand. You see, Joe

needed a place to try out the show.

A place where producers could

see it. We couldn't find anything.

Well, I suggested our barn.

Our barn, just sitting here.

Abigail, darling, this is

a farm. This isn't Broadway.

These people just don't belong

here. They wouldn't fit in.

Once you get to know

them, they're wonderful.

- I'm sure they're...

- They won't be any trouble.

You won't even know they're around.

- Really, darling...

- This must be Mr. Keath.

- Another one?

- Oh, he's our name.

- Name?

- A name people know.

You have to have a

star in the lead. Hi.

Abig...!

And this is the most fascinating

place. However did you find it?

- How do you like this? The bellhop bit.

- Wait.

- What?

- This is Harrison Keath. My sister, Jane.

- How do you do?

- A very talented lady here, Miss Falbury.

And a lovely old house, so utterly

quaint. Which is my room, please?

- No, Abigail. Abigail...

- I'll have tea in my room in half an hour.

In your room...? Wait a minute.

- Tea girl, quickly! To the galley.

- But...

- Your face is familiar.

- Just a moment.

- Where are you going?

- Upstairs.

No, you're not. You

take your bags outside.

Oh, these aren't mine.

They're Abigail's.

Well, Mr. Ross, will

you come in here, please?

Mr. Ross...

...my sister is apt to

be very enthusiastic.

At times, it gets the

better of her judgment.

She should never have invited

you. You all have to leave.

- Have to leave?

- I'm sorry. My farm is important to me.

I've got hard work to

do here. Serious work.

You are gonna have to find

some other place to play.

- Play?

- That's what it is, playing.

- I've got a harvest...

- Wait a minute!

What makes you think putting a show is

a lot of laughs? You ought to try it.

- Mr. Ross...

- Try rehearsing all day...

...knocking yourself out in the same

routine, doing them in your sleep.

That's what these

kids have been doing.

In empty warehouses, garages,

any place they could find.

Your barn looked like a great break.

So we put all the money we had

in second-hand sets and costumes.

Now you want me to tell

them it's no go, deal's off.

I made no deal, Mr. Ross.

- Abigail told me...

- I run this farm.

I don't mean you have to drive back

tonight. You can all sleep in the barn.

But tomorrow you have to leave.

Dinner's at 6:
30.

There'll be 24 for dinner, Esme.

Twenty-four!

Would you pass the potatoes, please?

All this very much

reminds me of the time...

Of the time when I was

stranded in Booth City, Iowa.

Very early in my career, of course.

Thank you. May I have

some salt, please?

It seems the county fair

opened simultaneously with us.

Which proved rather

unfortunate, since...

Are there any more

string beans, please?

You wouldn't want a

rubdown, would you?

Thank you.

Ah, well, as we of the theater

say, never become disheartened.

Poor child.

Excuse me.

Come on. Let's clear the table.

Abigail...

...what are you doing?

Darling, now you

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