It's like a nightmare.

Don't you want me to set the table in the fancy eating room?

I reckon now, Ellie, we gotta be special careful not to put on airs around the poor weather.

Let's eat in the kitchen family style like we always had.

That's a good idea.

If we want the Fenwick's to move in here with us, we gotta make them feel like this family.

Jed, is the Fenwick's moving in with us lock, stock, and barrel?

Granny, the Fenwick's ain't got a lock, stock, and barrel to move in with.

You see there, Granny?

I solved your problem.

What problem, Uncle Jim?

getting the Fenwick scrubbed without shaming them, now.

You mean I should do it?

You just go for a swim in the Seamen Pond and take along a cake of your granny's lye soap and a nice stiff brush.

Ella Mae, when the widder and the youngin' get over here, you invite them down to the Seamen Pond for a swim.

Okay, Pa?

When they get down to the pond, Jethro, you commence the soapin' and the scrubbin' and the splashin' and they'll get the idea.

Ah, dingies, that's a first-rate notion.

Oh, thank you, Granny.

There goes that spooky music, coming out of the walls again.