Right here is where Ellie and me left them.

Jethro, I've seen places with little or nothing in them, but this is pitiful.

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.

Have you engaged a real estate agent to help you sell them on the place?

Oh, ma'am, we just kind of figured on talking them into it when they come over.

I'll help you.

I'll dash home and change and come back and help you.

You see what I mean, Jethro?

The spirit of love has put wings on her feet.

That's what I'll say, Uncle Jed.

Just look at her go with that head.

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?