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.

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?

Mommy, when a girl as rich as Ellie Mae Clivett wears something, it's got to be right.

Now, come on, let's not be the last millionaires in Beverly Hills to get the new look.

The Clampett look!

They found the box of clothes, Uncle Jed.

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.

But this is marvelous.

I've been trying for years to meet Mrs. Radnor-Fenwick, and now she's going to be my next door neighbor.

Well, it ain't for certain yet.

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