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(gentle music)

- Hey Woofer, how 'bout Miller's Creek?

You wanna go down to Miller's creek?

Huh?

Okay, c'mon, let's go!

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

- Aaargh!

(dog barking)

(dramatic music)

- Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Didn't you hear me?

- Of course I did!

Where were you?

You're supposed to be helping me with supper.

- Put down the dern beans and come on.

There's a Gypsy camped at Miller's Creek!

- I could use a little help around here!

- I ain't fooling, Ben!

A real live, honest-to-goodness, cross-my-heart Gypsy

with a gold earring and everything!

- Yeah, right.

- You should see him!

He's a giant with big hands and feet!

He's got a brown eye and a really scary eye

and a big roar like this, roar.

- What's he doing down there?

- I don't know!

Come on, Ben, supper's every night, the Gypsy's now!

- You better not be telling stories, Ociee.

You just better not.

- You'll see!

(quirky music)

- Where is he?

- Just wait.

- [Ben] I'm leaving, this is boring.

- Wait, maybe he's sleeping.

- What are you doing?

Get down!

Good shot.

- C'mon, follow me.

- Ociee!

(knocking on door)

Are you crazy?

He's gonna catch us!

- I'm not afraid of no Gypsy, I'm not afraid of nothin'.

(Gypsy laughing)

- [Gypsy] What have we here?

(children screaming)

(Gypsy laughing)

(dramatic music)

- [Ben] I knew you'd lead me down the road of trouble.

- Good Lord, what have they gotten into now?

- Ben, if anything happens to me,

I want you to know I thought you were a good brother

and tell Papa and Fred I love 'em.

- Ociee, this is all your fault!

If you hadn't bothered that Gypsy,

we wouldn't be in this pickle.

Please Lord, don't let the Gypsy get us.

- What's going on here?

- [Both] Papa!

I found a Gypsy!

- He chased us all the way home!

- It's true, Papa, we saw him down at Miller's Creek!

- Okay, okay slow down now.

You found a Gypsy at Miller's Creek and you chased him?

- No, he was chasing us!

And sure as sunshine, Papa, he breathed fire right on us.

Look, see, this is my burned spot.

- That's where you fell.

- Ociee, you fell?

- Fred, he had a wagon as tall as our barn.

- [Ben] Two barns, at least.

- We're gonna need to put a bandage on this.

- Do you know why gypsies have such tall wagons?

They keep farm children up in the top!

Cook 'em in big pots and eat 'em up when they get hungry!

- Fred, that's enough.

- Oh, no, Mama's locket!

Mama's locket's gone!

- Oh, no, Ociee.

- I musta dropped it when the Gypsy was after me.

- [Papa] Are you sure you had it on this morning?

- I never take it off.

- Well, I'm sure it will turn up, sweet corn.

- [Ociee] Well, we gotta go look right now!

- I've got eagle eyes, I bet I'll find it!

- I think that old locket's just hiding,

waiting to be found.

- I hope you're right, Papa.

- C'mon, let's all go have a look

around the farm before supper.

(gentle music)

That was a fine supper, Ben.

We'll have to thank Miss June for this peach pie

when we see her.

- It was the best she's ever made.

- Ociee girl, you aren't gonna finish yours?

- I'll eat it!

- I guess I'm just not hungry.

- I'll bet you get your appetite back

when we find your locket.

- Do you think gypsies eat peach pie?

- Why, of course they do, right after Ben Nash stew.

It gets the bad taste out of their mouths.

- Fred.

- Yeah, Fred, Papa wouldn't let that mean Gypsy eat me.

- Now children, I believe that Gypsy

means no harm to anyone.

He's just not what you're accustomed to is all.

In fact, if I was that Gypsy, I'd be more afraid

of having Ociee and Ben Nash chasing after me!

Yes sir, you children just might give him a fright.

Y'all just leave him be.

- You boys clean up the dishes now.

I want to talk to your sister.

Let's go sit on the porch, Ociee.

- Do I hafta do the dishes?

I made the supper!

- [Papa] Ben.

- We'll take care of it, Pa.

- Thank you, son.

- No rest for the weary.

- Let me see that.

Ociee, what am I to do with you?

Here you are the prettiest thing I ever saw,

yet you spend your days wearing boy's dungarees

and running with Ben all over Marshall County.

It's like you're a tough little boy

rather than the proper girl you'd be with your Mama around.

- Mama wasn't always like a frilly girl.

- Your Mama was a little bit of all ladies.

She was tough when she had to be,

but she could be prim and proper, too.

Remember when she'd have the ladies to tea?

I think your Mama would want you

to be more like a girl sometimes.

- I'll be 10 in November.

I'll be more like a girl when I'm 10,

but right now, me and Ben have so much fun.

And he wouldn't have any fun with a regular girl.

I'm not afraid of nothin', Papa,

And I didn't even cry when I fell.

- You are something, girl,

but I wish you hadn't fallen.

I wish you were always safe and watched out for.

- I watch out for me!

- I know.

Hmm.

I know.

- What cha'll doin'?

- I'm talkin' to Ociee.

Why don't you boys go check on Myrtle?

- Come on, grouchy britches.

- [Ben] Stop pickin' on me.

- [Fred] Ahh, you're just an easy target.

- I received a letter from your Aunt Mamie.

- Aunt Mamie, what'd she say?

- She says she loves you and the boys very much

and she'd like to spend more time with you.

You know, when your Mama and I were first married

we lived in the very same house with your grandparents

where Aunt Mamie lives now.

See, right here on this envelope.

66 Charlotte Street, Asheville, North Carolina.

Yep, before your mother and I made our way out here

to take over this farm when your Uncle Joseph died.

We were young then.

We liked the idea we were pioneers.

Ociee, do you understand that I'm close to your Aunt Mamie,

just like you and your brothers are close?

Even though Aunt Mamie is far away,

it doesn't change how much we love one another?

- I understand Papa, but I could never

be so far away from you.

Does Aunt Mamie still make dresses?

- That she does, real pretty ones.

We all ought to be real proud of her, I sure am.

- I want to do something so's to make you proud of me.

- Oh, honey, you do every day, just by being my daughter.

It pleases me to walk down the street with you by my side.

When I spot you coming across the field,

sometimes, I tell you, I grow 10 feet tall

right then and there from all the pride you send my way.

(pig squealing)

- [Ben] Myrtle, Myrtle!

- Oh-oh, sounds like trouble.

- [Ben] Dag nabit, ya dumb pig!

- Dumb pig?

She's smarter than you!

It's more like dumb boy!

- [Ociee] Ben, you're just a pile of mud

with eyes and teeth!

- Let's get this mud stack to the well,

pour a few buckets of water over it.

You suppose we'll find a boy in this muddy goo

or just an angry pig?

- A boy, that's what!

Papa, I think it's about time we roasted that stupid--

- Now, it's your turn!

- [Ociee] Papa!

(cock crowing)

- Fred and I are going into town today

to pick up some supplies.

Ben has chores to tend to in the barn

and I want you to tend to the house chores

until we get back.

That means no romping in the fields or chasing gypsies.

- But, Papa, what about my locket?

- There will be no discussion.

We'll look again when we get back.

I don't want you and Ben getting into any mischief.

Understood?

- Yes, sir.

(knocking on door)

- Woo hoo, anybody home?

It's me, Miss June.

- Morning, Miss June.

- Good Morning, George Nash.

Morning, Ociee honey.

Oh, you pretty little motherless thing.

I just wanted to drop by a little something.

- Miss June, I do believe you're spoiling us.

- Now, now, you and the children deserve a little spoiling.

Now, this pound cake is for you and the boys,

but I'm going to make a big batch of butter cookies

later on this week just for you Ociee,

for the day that you trav...

Well.

Well, I must be running along before this summer heat

just bakes me like a honey bun.

Good-bye.

Tootle loo.

Oh.

Oh my, my, oh.

- Miss June's as nervous as a June bug.

- Yeah.

- That night they reached a little village

in a woody hollow.

The village schoolmaster, pitying their weariness

and attracted by the child's sweetness and modesty.

(thudding)

Ben?

Then he gave them a lodging for the night

nor would he let them leave him

until two days more had passed.

(thudding)

Ben?

Oh, Ben!

Quit foolin'!

(horse whinnies)

Huh!

Papa, Papa.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps echoing)

(dramatic music)

- What is this I find?

A frightened rabbeet, I think!

- I am not a rabbeet!

I'm Ociee Nash and you're in my house!

- And I am John Leon and you were at my camp

with your little friend!

- But your house is on the outside and we're just kids!

My Papa and brothers will be here any minute

and they will not let you kidnap me!

- Kidnap you, whatever do you mean?

You invited me in!

- I did not!

- Yes, you say oh-pen, oh-pen!

- No, that was my brother I was calling for.

Ben, oh Ben!

- Your brother, Ben?

Oh, Ben!

Well, how could I know this?

Here I am, I think you are inviting me into your house

and you are not!

- No, I'm not!

- Well, I think I shall leave!

- Yes, then leave! - I think I shall!

- Why did you come?

- Why do you care?

- What happened to your eye?

- What happened to yours?

- Nothing happened to my eye!

- Well, nothing happened to mine!

- Why does it look funny?

- Oh, you mean this one.

Well, let me just say it was a beautiful woman.

- She must have been mad!

- Oh, no Miss, I did not fight with this woman.

I fight for this woman.

It was a very, very long time ago,

but her memory I paint on my wagon.

As to why I am here,

I think that in your great hurry yesterday, you drop this.

It is yours, no?

- Mama's locket!

Oh, you found it!

Thank you sir, thank you.

- You are welcome, Miss Lady.

- Um.

I want to give you somethin', too.

Here you are, sir, this is from my Mama and me.

- I think your Mama is a very good baker woman.

- Oh, no, Mama didn't make that, Miss June made it.

Mama died.

- Oh, Miss.

- Would you like to see her picture?

I'll show you.

See, that's my Mama.

She should be smiling, she always did,

but Papa says she was being fashionable.

She was real pretty.

- [Gypsy] Yes, like a beautiful flower.

- The measles got Mama last spring.

- How sorry I am for you, and for your family.

- It's been awful sad, but I'm strong.

Look, I didn't even cry when I did this.

- I can see you are very brave for a little girl.

And so I am even more happy that I have found

your Mama's locket for you.

- I am even more happy, too!

- Farewell, Miss Lady.

My day is very good now that I meet Miss Lady Ociee!

Farewell!

- Farewell, farewell Gypsy!

Farewell, John Leon!

Farewell!

- [Fred] Did you tell her, Pa?

- [Papa] No, son, I didn't.

I find myself fighting to get the words out.

Step up.

Step up.

Whoa.

Not again.

- Papa! - Papa, you won't believe it.

I saw it with my own eyes.

- What's all this about here?

- Look, look, it's Mama's locket.

- Oh, that's wonderful.

- But you're not gonna believe what happened!

- Tell me you kids didn't go back down to that Gypsy camp.

- No, he was here!

- He came right into the house!

- He came into the house?

- At first, I hid under the table.

- Ben, where were you?

- I had my chores.

- [Fred] Good Lord.

- It's okay, he was a nice man

just like Papa said he would be

and he wanted to give me Mama's locket.

He found it and brought it back to me.

I gave him Miss June's pound cake to thank him.

- Yeah, what?

What'd you go and do that for?

- You think he's mad about the pound cake?

- I'm the one mad about the pound cake!

C'mon Woofer.

- [Ociee] Are you mad about the pound cake, Papa?

- No, honey, come sit down here.

Ociee, honey, there's something I've been meaning

to tell you, and Ben, you should hear this, too.

It's about your Aunt Mamie.

- [Ben] Did she die?

- No son, nothing of the sort.

Now listen, your Aunt worries about us.

Always has, but it's gotten worse

since your Mama's been gone.

Remember I was telling you how Aunt Mamie

wishes we could be closer?

And how she loves you very much?

- Is Aunt Mamie coming to visit?

- Oh, Ociee, I don't have any other way

to tell you than to just say it.

Aunt Mamie wants you to live with her in Asheville.

- Live with her in Asheville, Papa?

- [Papa] That's right.

She's been getting after me for a while now.

- But you told her no, didn't you, Papa?

Didn't you tell her no?

- Aunt Mamie can teach you all the girl ways that I can't.

Believe me, this will be for the best.

It's simply that between running with the boys and gypsies

and no women around to care for you properly

and a clumsy old father trying to hold us all together,

this is just not the place for you to be growing up.

- You're sending me away?

- [Papa] You are a big girl.

You'll do fine, just fine.

- I'll be good, I swear.

I'll make tea, and I'll just stay in the house every day,

I promise.

- Oh, Ociee, I'm not punishing you.

This decision is about to tear my heart

right out of my chest.

- Then let me stay.

- [Papa] Oh, darling.

- Don't you need me?

- Ociee!

Ociee!

- You're sending Ociee away?

- Just for a little while, Ben.

Ociee needs to learn to do lady things,

like sewing and fixing fancy food.

- Why would she want to go and do that?

- Now, son, you'll see it's for the best.

Once you get used to the idea, you'll feel better about it.

Ben!

(chickens clucking)

Shh, shh, shh.

You hush now girl.

Everything's gonna be fine.

It's all gonna be fine.

Ben.

Come on over here.

I want to tell you children a story on myself.

When I made this decision,

I was so worried about telling you

that I practiced how I'd explain it

way out in the middle of the corn field.

Night after night, I tried different ways.

And those stalks swayed, and moved, and listened,

and even gave me a few suggestions.

By and by, they were all right with the idea.

But cornstalks aren't children.

I suppose I should have figured

that you'd have a little more

to say about it than that corn.

So, I'm sorry if I fumbled my words.

I know this is difficult for you both.

It's difficult for Fred, and me, too.

But, in my heart, I know this is for the best.

- I don't wanna go, Papa.

- I know you don't, darling,

but this is what your Mama would want.

- But, Papa I don't--

- Now, I need you to be strong for me now, sweet corn.

What do you say we look at this

like another one of your adventures, Ociee?

Another chapter in the adventures of Ociee Nash.

You'll be on a train for almost a day and a half.

All the way to Asheville.

What about that!

- That ain't nothing.

- You're just jealous.

- See, everything is gonna be just fine, I promise.

Time has a way of making things right.

- I'm going to have to be mighty old

to understand everything that's happened to me today.

- [Papa] C'mon, Ociee, c'mon out, honey.

- [Ben] I gotta see this!

- [Ociee] Make him go away, Papa.

- [Papa] Oh, he just wants to see the prettiest girl

in Marshall County's all.

C'mon out here.

- [Fred] Come on out, Ociee.

(laughing)

- Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

We won't laugh, I promise we won't laugh.

You just look so darn pretty.

C'mon, back out here.

- [Fred] I wasn't laughing, you didn't hear me laugh.

- Well, I sure was!

She looks like a dern fool!

- Oh, honey, it's just that we're not...

The boys aren't used to seeing you

in a dress, that's all.

Come on back out.

- [Fred] Come on, Ociee!

- [Papa] Ah, Ociee.

- [Fred] You looked like a pretty little girl in that dress.

- [Papa] Little girls are supposed to wear dresses.

- But Papa I'm not that kind of girl!

- Well, what's your Aunt gonna say

if you show up lookin' like that?

- She's gonna say, hello, Mister, where's your sister?

(laughing)

Hey, Ociee?

- [Ociee] Yeah?

- [Ben] You scared?

- [Ociee] Scared, what for?

- [Ben] About tomorrow.

- [Ociee] I ain't scared of nothing.

- Just checking.

(cock crowing)

(dramatic music)

Miss Ociee Nash, age 9 years,

daughter of George Nash from Abbeville, Mississippi,

going to Miss Mamie Nash, 66 Charlotte Street,

Asheville, North Carolina.

- Why, thanks, Ben.

We're glad to know that hasn't changed

since the last time you read it.

- You're gonna be my brave girl.

Put your chin up, honey.

- If I put my chin up the tears will fall down.

- Oh, baby.

- [Conductor] All aboard!

- My name is George Nash.

This is my daughter, Ociee Nash,

who will be riding with you today.

- Well, hello, Miss Nash.

My name is Mr Charles.

Now, don't you worry, Mr Nash,

we'll be takin' good care of her.

- Go with Mr Charles now and remember,

send a telegram when you get there.

Now.

You be a good girl.

Remember wherever you are, is where my heart is.

- I love you, Papa.

- Go on now honey, it's time.

- Papa!

Papa!

(train rumbling)

- Miss Nash?

You okay?

You know to call on Mr Charles, if you need anything.

Right?

(somber music)

(dramatic music)

- [Ociee] Gypsy!

(dramatic music)

(brakes squeaking)

- Why is this a problem?

I say wait five minutes!

Five minutes!

- [Ociee] What are you doing here?

- [Gypsy] I have a little gift for you.

- [Ociee] But how'd you know I was on the train?

- When a Gypsy cares about someone,

he has ways of knowing these things.

- [Ociee] I'm wearing Mama's locket.

- So I see.

I want to thank you for the cake.

It was very good to my taste

and now, I have for you a gift of my choice.

I do this, to please my friend.

- Mama, Mama's face!

She's smiling!

- I think of her as she appear in her portrait.

Then I paint the sparkles that I see

in her girl child's face.

That, Miss Lady, is your Mama, for your memories.

- Thank you, thank you.

- I am glad this pleases you.

Perhaps one day, we shall cross paths again.

Always remember John Leon will be here for you.

Farewell, and a safe journey.

- Farewell, farewell Gyspy!

Farewell John Leon!

- What's the story here, Miss Nash?

Looking after you might be more of a responsibility

than I had originally thought.

- Well, that's the only Gypsy I know.

But Papa does say I'm a handful.

- I think I can understand that.

(upbeat music)

- Mr Charles, I've never seen trees move so quick.

- They do at that, Miss Nash.

- You don't need to call me Miss Nash.

I almost don't know who you're talking to

when you call me that.

Most folks call me Ociee.

- All right.

Miss Ociee.

- Like Ocee Canned Corn.

- [Mr Charles] Oh?

- Well, my real name is Josephine.

So, well, when my brother Ben was little,

he couldn't say Josephine.

He could only get out Josie, without the J.

So, it came out Ociee.

- Well, all right then, but where does the corn figure in?

- Oh, well, that started the day when my brother, Fred,

found Ocee Canned Corn on the store shelf.

Dern, if I didn't think somebody had named

their corn after me!

I was called Ociee Canned Corn from that day on.

- I do declare.

- Even Papa sometimes calls me sweet corn.

I don't mind.

- Well, that's what I'd call a term of endearment.

- A term of endearment.

I'll have to remember that, Mr Charles.

(bright music)

- Excuse me, is this seat taken?

- Help yourself.

- Gotta sit down and get a load off these dogs.

What's your name then?

- Ociee Nash, I'm headed to Asheville, North Carolina,

all by myself.

- So you say!

Well, I went all around the world all by myself

and I was only 22 years old.

How old are you, 'bout 16?

- I'm nine!

- Nine, geez, ya look about 16.

Well, anyways, I'm Nellie Bly, ever hear of me?

- No.

- Don't ya read the papers, kid?

I'm famous, I'm a newspaper woman.

'Course my real name is Elizabeth Cochrane,

but I had to change it 'cause it's improper

for women journalists to use their real names.

Buncha hogwash if ya ask me,

but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do.

Anyway Nellie Bly's been a good name to me.

Took it from the Stephen Foster song, you know.

♪ Nelly Bly, Nelly Bly ♪

♪ Bring the broom along ♪

♪ We'll sweep the kitchen good and clean ♪

♪ And have a little song ♪

♪ Hey, Nelly ♪

♪ Ho, Nelly ♪

♪ Sing a song for me ♪

♪ I'll sing for you and play for you ♪

♪ A dulcet melody ♪

(passengers clapping)

My voice is a little rusty.

Anyways, I went around the world in '89

to prove I could beat Phileas Fogg's record and I made it!

- Who's Phileas Fogg?

- Gosh kid, where you been?

- Mississippi.

- Oh, I been there.

You know, from the Jules Verne story

Around the World in Eighty Days?

Well, Jules made all that up, but I did it for real.

I told my publisher, Joseph Pulitzer at the New York World,

that I could break that record, and I did it!

Wrote about all my stops along the way

and everybody and their mother followed my progress.

When I got back home, ah, ya shoulda seen the parade.

Everybody from New York was there to greet me.

Tripled the subscription to the World,

but 'course they didn't raise my salary a dime.

But no matter.

I'm filthy rich now.

Went and married me a millionaire.

He's 50 years older than me, could be my grampa,

but a girl's gotta live, don't she?

- I guess so.

- 'Course she does!

So, what line of work you in?

- I'm a kid!

- So you say!

(train horn hooting)

(upbeat music)

(man snoring)

- [Conductor] Chattanooga!

Chattanooga, Tennessee.

- [Ociee] Mr Charles, what's going on?

- [Mr Charles] Oh, that's right!

It's for the President, Ociee.

President McKinley is passing through town

on the Southbound.

I don't know how you talked me into this.

We got five minutes before I gotta get you back

on that train.

Don't let go of my hand.

- Our earnest prayer is that God

will graciously vouchsafe prosperity, happiness and peace

to all our neighbors and like blessings

to all the peoples and powers of the earth.

(audience clapping)

- [Ociee] Mr Charles!

- [President McKinley] Stop, everyone step back!

My dear girl, are you all right?

- People should be more careful.

- Yes, Miss, people can be careless in their haste.

- Well, then I guess people should make haste slowly.

- Make haste slowly.

Why yes, Miss, I couldn't agree more.

A philosophy for life and for politics.

Make haste slowly!

That is sensational!

I presume you are Miss Ociee Nash.

- How did you know my name?

- Well, Miss Nash, people do say I'm pretty smart,

but, Miss Nash, there's a tag on your shirt

with your name right on it.

- Oh, that's right!

My Papa put this here.

- Miss Ociee!

Miss Ociee!

- Mr Charles!

Well, this is my friend, Mr Charles.

- Pleased to meet you, sir.

I've been having a little talk with Miss Ociee Nash.

A very interesting young lady if I do say so.

I hope you have a pleasant journey, my dear.

Make haste slowly.

I must write that down.

Write that down.

(audience clapping)

- Well, Miss, this is the end

of the line for me.

Mr Louis will take you from here.

You've had quite a journey so far,

meeting the President and all.

Your Papa's not gonna believe it.

- [Conductor] All aboard!

- I can't wait to tell him.

I'm gonna send him a telegram as soon as I get to Asheville.

- I'm gonna tell my grandchildren.

They won't believe it either!

- You have grandchildren, Mr Charles?

- Yes, Miss, I have 13 grandchildren and five children.

- That's a heap o' kin, Mr Charles!

- I reckon it is.

Now, why don't you get on this train

and see if you can get some rest, that is, if your head

can settle down from all this excitement.

- I'll try.

- Ah, this has been certainly a pleasure meeting you.

I'm gonna tell my grandchildren all about the time

I spent with Miss Ociee Nash!

Goodbye to you, Miss.

- Goodbye, Mr Charles.

Don't be a stranger, now.

- Don't be a stranger?

Yes, don't be a stranger.

Goodbye, Miss.

- Excuse me, Mr Louis, how long until we get to Asheville?

- About two more hours.

- We're almost there, Mama.

(train rumbling)

(gentle music)

- Miss?

Miss?

Coming into the station.

(gentle music)

(clears throat)

- Sir, this is Asheville, North Carolina, isn't it?

- [Man] Yes, it is, Miss.

- Well, has anybody been looking for Ociee Nash?

- No, can't say as they have.

But your train pulled in a good 30 minutes early today.

- That explains it, I thought my Aunt plum forgot.

- Well, you can sit right there

and wait on your people if you'd like.

- I'd like to send a telegram.

- It's five cents a word now.

Where you want it sent?

- To Papa Nash, Route Four, Abbeville, Mississippi.

- What would you like it to say?

- Arrived Asheville, stop.

Am fine, stop.

Met the President of the United States of America, stop.

Better make that last line, met the President, stop.

Ociee Nash, stop!

- That's ah, 45 cents.

- Can you tell me how far it is to 66 Charlotte Street?

- Yep, it's too far to be walking.

You can catch a buggy around the corner at the trolley barn.

- Thank you, Sir.

- You're welcome.

- [Wilbur] I do not know how to be any more clear.

- [Orville] Did you see it crash into the ground?

- How many times - Did you see that?

- Do I have to tell you?

It's pitch, roll and yaw.

A flying machine is controlled by its three axes of motion.

It's all a matter of control!

- Wilbur, I'm not disagreeing with you.

I'm just saying without able wind velocity,

as this model has proven, as well as the other

countless kites we've destroyed,

we're gonna crash into the ground!

- Orville, even a child can see without a system of control

our efforts will be dashed.

- [Orville] What an arm!

- That's it!

Propulsion, of course!

- Control, lift and propulsion!

- That's Cracker Jack!

- Listen brother, we've gotta hurry

or we're gonna miss our train back to Dayton!

- Then, we shall, fly!

- [Ociee] Excuse me, sir?

- [Mr Lynch] You need a ride, Miss?

- Yes, sir, to 66 Charlotte Street.

- 66 Charlotte Street?

Why you must be Mamie Nash's niece.

Look at that, Ociee Nash!

I heard you were coming into town today.

- The train got in early.

I reckon that's why Aunt Mamie's not here.

- You can bet it is.

She's been looking forward to this day for some time.

Step on up, let me have your bag.

- [Ociee] Thank you.

(gentle music)

- [Mr Lynch] Whoa.

Whoa.

Here we are.

- Good afternoon, Mr Lynch.

- [Mr Lynch] Let me have your bag.

- Oh!

Oh!

- [Ociee] The train got in early.

- Ociee, oh just, oh just,

look at you.

- I picked her up right outside the station.

Nothing to worry about.

I knew her right away from your description.

- Oh, you poor dear, no one there to greet you

after traveling so far.

- It weren't nothin', Aunt Mamie.

- It wasn't anything, dear.

- Not at all.

Mr Lynch is very nice, and on the train,

Mr Charles was my friend, and I saw my Gypsy,

and I met Nellie Bly, you know?

♪ Hi, Nelly ♪

♪ Ho, Nelly ♪

And I met the President, too!

- Oh you did, did you?

- [Mr Lynch] The President?

- Of the United States of America.

I got lost from Mr Charles, and I fell, and he--

- Now, now, now, now, there's plenty of time for stories.

You must be exhausted.

How much do I owe you, Mr Lynch?

- This one is on me, Mamie.

Welcome, Ociee.

Now, you ladies enjoy yourselves.

- Oh, we will.

- Mamie.

- Let's get you settled in, dear.

- [Ociee] The President was really nice,

and then there were two men outside the trolley barn,

and they said they were going to fly, Aunt Mamie, to Dayton!

- I hope you will think of this as your new home, Ociee.

(gentle music)

- [Ociee] Aunt Mamie, your house has a lot of stuff.

- Yes.

Would you care to see your room?

Yes.

Here we are.

Do you like it?

- Ben wouldn't believe it if he saw it with his own eyes.

- Let's get this off.

Are you hungry?

- Hungry as a hog.

- Oh, my.

Okay, then.

When you're ready, I've prepared something special.

- Okay.

- Okay, then.

- Okay, then.

- You settle in dear.

- At first, I was real scared of him,

but then he found Mama's locket for me,

and then he painted a picture of her

and then he stopped the train,

and, right after that, Nellie Bly got on,

then she told me all about going around the world,

and then, right after that,

I saw the President of the United States of America.

He helped me up when I fell down,

'cause I couldn't find Mr Charles.

- My child, what a vivid imagination you have!

- It's true, Aunt Mamie!

I really do have a friend, John Leon, and he is a Gypsy!

Sure as sunshine!

And Nellie Bly really did tell me about camels and pyramids,

and the President really helped me up when I fell down.

- Nellie Bly, the President?

Gypsies and camels!

Well, let's have no more talk of it, hmmm.

Ociee, now that you are in Asheville,

you need to try and behave with a little more

decorum and eloquence.

We'll discover together what's proper behavior

for a young lady nine years old.

- But Aunt Mamie.

- That's enough dear.

After dinner, you are to go upstairs and wash

and then get a good night's sleep.

- Yes, Aunt Mamie.

- I'm sure in the morning you'll be able to see things

much more clearly.

- Hey, you!

Hey you, little boy!

Don't you hear me talkin' to you?

I said, hey.

- Hey, yourself!

- Where's the little girl who was supposed

to be moving into Miss Mamie's?

- I'm the little girl, whatcha think?

- A girl?

But, you don't look like a girl to me!

- But I am a girl!

- Whatcha' wearin' those britches for?

Don't you know only boys wear britches!

- I'm Ociee Nash and I can wear anything I like.

- Well, I'm Elizabeth Murphy and I don't like 'em.

No, I don't at all.

- Well, who cares what you like?

- Who cares what you like?

Who asked you to come here?

- None a your dern business.

- I'm tellin' my mother you said dern.

- I don't care what you tell your dern mother.

- My mother told me you're here

'cause you don't have a mother.

- I do so, too, have a mother.

She's just in heaven!

(groaning)

Dumb girl.

(quirky music)

- Ociee!

That is not the behavior of a proper young lady.

You shouldn't be playing with these things.

They belonged to your grandmother.

They're very expensive.

- [Ociee] Yes, ma'am.

- Oh, you'll have pretty things

of your own soon enough, dear.

Now that I have you here, I can finish the dresses

I've been making you.

Get you out of these dungarees.

(knocking on door)

Oh, my, that would be the Murphy's.

They're stopping by to introduce you

to their daughter, Elizabeth.

She's a precious girl.

Oh.

I should have done your hair.

Tuck in your shirt, dear.

Good morning, come in.

- Morning, Mamie. - Good morning, Mamie.

- I hope you don't mind, I brought this bit of mending.

- Oh.

It's right on the seam.

It will only take me an instant.

Ociee!

Don't play with the drapery, dear.

I'd like you to meet Mr and Mrs Murphy.

- Hello, my dear.

Oh, Mamie, she is the spitting image of her mother.

- Yes, isn't she?

And she'll have her grace in no time.

- Your mother and I were childhood friends, Ociee.

That's why I thought you'd like to meet

my daughter, Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth?

Elizabeth, come around here and say hello to Ociee.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Why don't you girls go out on the porch?

Hmm?

You can get to know each other.

I'll bring you some juice and some cookies.

- Elizabeth, why don't you tell Ociee about your doll house?

- I do hope they get along.

- I'm sure they'll be fast friends in no time.

- Say you're sorry!

- I ain't sorry for nothin'!

- Say you're sorry or I'll tell Mother what really happened.

- [Ociee] Let go of me!

- Say it!

(girls laughing)

- So, what'd you tell them happened to your dress?

- I told them that I tore it on a gate.

- I met the President of the United States.

- You did?

- I really did!

I fell down in a train depot when he was giving a speech

and he helped me up.

I don't think Aunt Mamie believes me.

Hey, look, there's Mr Lynch.

Hey, Mr Lynch!

- Whoa, Old Horse.

Whoa.

Good afternoon, Ociee, how are you settling in?

- Just fine.

- How's your Aunt Mamie, Ociee?

- She's fine.

Oh, this is my new friend Elizabeth Murphy.

- Oh, yes, I know the lovely Miss Murphy.

How are you today?

- Fine, thank you, Mr Lynch.

- What's that there boy?

Mr Lynch, Old Horse has a stone under its shoe.

- Well, lookie there.

Thank you, Ociee.

- Elizabeth, see the stone?

- Let's see what we can do with that.

- Ociee Nash!

What on earth are you doing?

- Mamie.

- Old Horse has a stone in his shoe.

- Come up here right this minute.

- There's no harm, Mamie.

- Mr Lynch, I believe I know what's best for my niece.

And digging stones out of the hooves of horses

in the middle of Charlotte Street is not acceptable.

- Thank you, Ociee.

Good luck to you.

- What's happened to your shirt?

- Nothing.

- Take your hand down and tell me what you did.

- Well, um.

I.

I just.

- Speak up, child, and tell me what happened.

- I,

tore it on a gate.

- Seems to be catching.

- Sometimes when little girls are too loud, too excitable,

or they talk too much, they play with horses,

they tear their shirts.

- Ow, Miss Mamie!

- I'm so sorry.

Sometimes people get the wrong impression.

Think that they haven't been raised properly.

You don't want anyone to think poorly of the way

your dear Father raised you, would you?

- No, ma'am.

- No, of course not.

There are certain things that will change

now that you are in my home.

We will work toward your becoming a young lady.

Is that understood?

- Oh, no.

- Excuse me?

- Um, I don't mind.

- Good.

Sit up straight, dear.

- [Ociee Voiceover] Dear Papa, how are you?

- How's Ben?

How's Fred?

How's Woofer?

Asheville is big.

I have a new friend.

Her name is Elizabeth Murphy.

She is fine.

Aunt Mamie is fine.

You were right, Papa.

She sure knows a lot about the girl stuff.

Love from your Ociee.

- My dungarees, I took them off and laid them right here.

(quirky music)

Uh!

- Ociee Nash!

Come down from there this instant, and let me see it!

- [Ociee] I'm never coming down!

- Want to go to my house and play?

Miss Mamie said it would be okay.

She told me about the dress.

Come down and let's get a look at it.

- [Ociee] Go away.

- I'll let you play with my snake.

- You have a snake?

- Yes, all the girls in Asheville have snakes.

- I don't believe you.

- Suit yourself, I'm going to go and feed it a mouse, then.

Well, that's not so bad, not so bad at all.

- Where's the snake?

- Oh, I don't have a snake.

You should have just guessed I was foolin'.

I just wanted to see the dress.

It's not bad, really.

- I don't care one itty bit what you think

of this dern dress.

You told a lie.

- I didn't lie.

- You just said you had a snake.

Then you said you didn't and that's a lie.

- That was a white lie.

- [Ociee] A white lie?

- That's when you gotta fib to someone for their own good.

- You mean for your own good!

- Hey wait, I'm sorry.

Do you want to go to my house and play?

- Okay.

- Come on, I'll show you a shortcut.

(upbeat music)

Wait, here, I'll go and get us some cookies.

- [Ociee] Okay.

(men talking indistinctly)

- [Mr Richards] I know I've had some problems,

but that's all behind me now.

- [Mr Murphy] The bank has already been very generous.

- You've got to give me another chance.

You know my luck's down right now.

- You're a gambling man, Mr Richards.

I pass no judgment on you or what you do in your spare time.

However, as President of the bank,

I simply cannot extend your loan one more time.

I'm sorry, you've given me no choice.

- So help me, Murphy.

- Be careful, Mr Richards.

- I'll lose everything.

- Lower your voice, my family is here!

(dramatic music)

- Come on.

My, my this is such a good cookie.

I know you made it with butter

and sugar and sugar sprinkles.

It's just about the best cookie I ever ate.

Yes, yes, I do love a good cookie.

Would you like some milk to go with it?

Yes, that would be delightful.

Ociee, you be Nora.

My, my, I'm such a messy girl.

I have cookie crumbs all down my dress.

Here, let me help you brush them off.

Hey, wait, where are you going?

Wanna play something else?

What's the matter?

- Just 'cause I'm wearin' a dress

doesn't mean I have to play with dolls!

- Well, what do you want to play?

We can play something else.

Want to jump rope?

- What'd I want to do that for?

Don't you got a crik or nothin'?

- Sure, we've got a creek.

- Then what are we waiting for?

Get a leg up, and let's go!

(energetic music)

(boys yelling)

- Well, there it is.

(boys yelling)

- [Ociee] Let's go down there.

- The boys are here.

- I ain't scared of no boys.

(dramatic music)

- Elizabeth Murphy, you know the rules!

No girls allowed!

- We can be here if we want to be, Harry Vanderbilt!

Your uncle doesn't own these woods!

- Yes, he does!

He owns all of these woods and all of Mount Pisgah!

- I don't see no signs.

- I'm just showin' her the creek.

- And now you've seen it, go home!

- [Boys] Yeah, go home!

Go home!

- [Boy] What are you doing?

- [Boy] Don't do that!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, so what?

Bet you can't do this.

Okay, okay, so you can stay.

But Elizabeth Murphy, she must go.

- [Boys] Yeah!

- Come on, Elizabeth.

- I'm okay over here.

- [Boy] She's nothing but a dumb girl.

- Okay, if you don't do it,

those boys are gonna think you're a sissy.

All you gotta do is find your bravery and do it.

Come on.

Okay, it's right here.

Okay.

Okay, don't let go.

Hold real tight and don't let go.

- [Boy] She's gonna fall.

(boys laughing)

- And don't even think about coming back!

- We'll be back, don't you worry about that!

- Oh!

Oh, my heavens, what happened to you?

- This is nothing, you should see mine.

- What happened, child?

- Apparently, they took a little trip to the creek.

And as you can see, that old swing rope

got the best of them.

My Elizabeth is soaked through.

- Ociee Nash, don't you know better than that?

- I made it across alright.

But, it was Harry Vanderbilt's dern fault!

If those dern boys hadda caught Elizabeth

like they were supposed to, then she woulda never fallen in!

She swung out okay, but then she couldn't make it back.

She stopped right in the middle,

slid down the rope and fell in.

- I don't understand a word you say, girl.

What am I to do with you?

Oh Francis, I am so sorry.

It may be that Ociee is not lady enough

to play with your little girl?

- Oh, Mamie, I don't think it's as bad as all that.

- Well, it's just awful.

Look at you, look at this dress.

I just finished that.

Get on upstairs to your room and put on some dry clothes.

I just don't know what I'm going to do with her.

- She's just all full of fire.

That'll settle out of her.

Fact is, she bears a striking resemblance

to someone I used to know.

Yes, definitely.

Mamie Nash.

- [Mamie] You must consider that Elizabeth Murphy

does not play rough like you do.

- It wasn't my fault!

- Perhaps, but nevertheless, there was an accident.

Elizabeth could have been hurt.

You could have been hurt.

If anything ever happened to you,

your father would never forgive me.

I would never forgive myself.

From now on, there won't be time for these shenanigans.

- Yes, ma'am.

- [Mamie] Tonight, you are to stay in your room

and go without dinner.

Yes, I think that is your punishment.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(somber music)

(humming)

- Mrs Murphy has just telephoned.

It seems Elizabeth has come down

with a terrible cold.

You see what can happen, young lady?

I'm going to deliver this dress to Mrs Jenkins,

and I want you to remain on this porch until I return.

Is that understood?

- Yes, ma'am.

(humming)

(gentle music)

- Ociee, how'd you get up here?

- I climbed the tree.

Aunt Mamie told me you were sick

so I thought I'd come say, hey.

- You climbed all the way up that tree?

- I climbed bigger trees back home.

- I'd be too afraid.

- I can tell we're gonna have to work on your bravery.

- My bravery is just fine, thank you.

And your Aunt is gonna tan your hide

if she finds you in that tree.

- She won't, she took a dress

to someone named Mrs Jenkins.

- Mrs Jenkins, oh, she lives right next door!

Oh, Ociee you better get home fast!

- Oh, dern the gizzard!

Hope you feel better soon!

- Thanks!

- Dag nab bit, you stupid dress.

(quirky music)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

- [Ben] You suppose Ociee's doing dishes right now, Papa?

- I reckon she might be.

- [Ben] You suppose she's wearin' dresses?

- I reckon.

- [Ben] You suppose--

- No, I don't, now stop worrying about it!

- Oh, shucks, I just know

she's gonna come back all sissified.

- Ben!

- [Ben] Well, suppose I don't even recognize her.

- Don't you worry about that.

We'll always know our Ociee.

- [Mr Lynch] Whoa, Horse.

Whoa.

- Mr Lynch, I've been waiting for you

and Old Horse all afternoon.

Look and see what I have.

- [Mr Lynch] Old Horse, look at that.

Look what Ociee has for you.

- [Ociee] Can I feed them to him, Mr Lynch?

I mean, may I?

- Of course you may, Ociee.

How's your Aunt Mamie these days?

- These days she's fine.

Mr Lynch, may I ask you a question?

- Why, of course.

- Why is it that you always ask how Aunt Mamie is,

and Aunt Mamie always asks me how you are,

but you two never ask each other?

- Well, Ociee, I suppose you're right about that.

I tell you what.

Why don't you go in and ask your Aunt

if the two of you might go for a buggy ride?

Then I could inquire of her welfare for myself.

(dramatic music)

- Sorry, Mr Lynch.

She asked how you were doing, but she's too busy

for a buggy ride.

- Well, we certainly tried now, didn't we, Ociee?

Well, pretty lady, would you like to accompany me

on this fine day?

- I'd like that very much, Mr Lynch.

Very much!

Mr Lynch, why do you suppose Aunt Mamie never got married?

- [Mr Lynch] Ociee, it isn't proper to ask such questions.

I imagine you'd have to ask your Aunt that question.

- [Ociee] I did.

- [Mr Lynch] And?

- [Ociee] She said it wasn't proper to ask such questions.

Elizabeth Murphy said she's an old maid.

- [Mr Lynch] An old maid!

Your Aunt is anything but, child!

- [Ociee] Do you fancy her, Mr Lynch?

- [Mr Lynch] Aren't you full of questions today?

- [Ociee] Well?

- [Mr Lynch] Ociee, I've known your Aunt

since I was just a little kid.

Just about your age actually.

She and your Papa, and I--

- [Ociee] What?

Mr Lynch, you knew Papa?

- [Mr Lynch] You bet, we all used to run wild

through these streets.

Especially your Aunt Mamie.

She was the wildest.

And funny, we'd laugh for days.

- [Ociee] Are you sure you have the right Aunt Mamie?

Because that doesn't sound like my Aunt Mamie.

- Your Aunt Mamie was really something else.

I'll tell you, prettiest girl around.

And smart, just look at her.

She manages a beautiful home, has a thriving business,

respected member of the community.

Your Papa knew what he was doing sending you here.

Whoa, Old Horse.

That's a good boy.

I enjoyed our visit, Ociee.

- Thank you for the ride, Mr Lynch.

How 'bout having supper with us?

On Sunday, after church and all.

- What would your Aunt have to say about that, Ociee?

- Well, she won't mind.

- I'd be delighted.

However, if something should come up,

tell your Aunt I'll understand.

Ociee, let me help you down.

- I've been hopping off wagons all my life.

I gotta keep in practice for when I go home.

Spoon.

Knife.

Big fork.

Little bitty baby fork.

- [Mr Lynch] Whoa, hold on there.

- Aunt Mamie, he's here!

- Calm down, child, wait until he knocks.

And greet him pleasantly.

(knocking on door)

Wait.

- Mr Lynch, you got a new haircut!

Aunt Mamie, Mr Lynch got a new haircut!

- Yes, he did, and you look just fine.

Please, come in.

- Thank you.

- It'll be okay, Mr Lynch.

You can do like my Pa and wear a hat till it grows out.

- Ociee!

- Something sure smells good

coming from your kitchen, Miss Mamie.

- Thank you.

I thought it might be nice if we ate on the porch.

- Oh. - Yes, come on!

- [Mr Lynch] Good.

- [Mamie] I heard him snoring.

- We did, we thought he was asleep, but he wasn't.

There was Old Mr Morgensen,

yellin' like there was no tomorrow.

Ye kids get outta there.

- Ye! - Remember that Mamie?

We said it for weeks.

Ye Mamie, ye Georgie.

- I'd forgotten that!

- Ye kids high-tailed it outta there so fast.

- I think George lost his shoes.

- No, that was me!

Oh, Mr Morgensen never caught us,

but I caught heck for losing those shoes.

- We never tried to ride his horses again.

- Well, we never tried his, but it wasn't a week later

we weren't sneakin' in at the Griffiths.

- Oh, remember Mabel Griffith?

Lord bless her, she was sweet, but I don't know

how she ate anything with just the one tooth.

Excuse me, did you have enough, dear?

- You never thought of us as young, did you, girl?

- No, that's not it.

It's just, well,

Aunt Mamie, you rode horses?

- Did she ride horses?

Lord, your Auntie could ride like the wind.

Tell her, Mamie.

- Now, Mr Lynch.

- I'm not foolin', you shoulda seen her.

Your Aunt could outride your father and me any day.

- Better than Papa?

- I'm not saying.

Stop.

Now, who wants some pie?

- Oh. - I'll get it.

I need some time to 'cuperate.

- 'Cuperate?

- Yeah, from all the new stuff I'm learning about grown ups!

- I can't remember the last time

I had such a fine meal, Margaret.

- I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mr Lynch.

- Well, I can't imagine what she could be thinking,

taking on a child like that.

Why, did you hear what happened to that Murphy girl

when she first arrived?

- I heard the poor girl practically drowned.

- Well, Doctor Wilson said she nearly caught pneumonia.

- Well, at least Mamie has gotten her

out of those terrible dungarees.

What was George Nash thinking sending his daughter

out in public like that?

- Or, not thinking is more like it.

- Remember George as a boy?

I always say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

- Trouble waiting to happen if she is not raised properly.

Spare the rod, spoil the child, that's what I say.

- Well, I tell you that girl is an exasperation.

- [Mamie] Ladies.

- Why, hello Mamie.

- Mrs. Riley, forgive me if I don't make an introduction.

My niece will not have the pleasure of knowing you,

as you obviously have not had the pleasure of knowing her.

Good day.

(women chattering)

- She absolutely stood back there

and listened to every word we said.

I'm shocked!

- Dear God, thank you for Mama in heaven,

thank you for Papa.

(knocking on door)

Come in.

- Oh, excuse me, I just came to say good night.

- It's okay.

- Continue with your prayers, dear.

- Like I was saying, God, thank you for Mama in heaven.

Thank you for Papa, Ben, Fred, and Woofer.

Tell them that I miss them very much

and that I think of them every day.

Thank you for my new friend Elizabeth,

and for Mr and Mrs Murphy, Mr Lynch, Old Horse,

and dear God, thank you for my Aunt Mamie

for letting me live with her, and for teaching me

how to be a lady even though, I never thought

I wanted to be one.

Amen.

- Up you go.

- Aunt Mamie, what's an exasperation?

- I want you to pay no mind to a single thing

those ladies said today.

- I reckon it wasn't a term of endearment.

- Ociee, there's something I want you to understand.

Sometimes people will judge a person

just because they're different.

Without taking the time to find out

who that person truly is.

- Papa says that, too.

- They don't know what they've been through,

or what a joy they truly are.

More importantly, they don't know how lucky

they would be to know them,

if they'd just given that person a chance.

- Do you mean me?

- I certainly do.

I know it hasn't been easy for you, Ociee.

Coming here, leaving your Papa and your brothers.

- I try not to be homesick but sometimes it hurts.

- I know, sweet corn.

- Sweet corn.

Did Papa tell you that's what he calls me?

- He did indeed, and now it's time

for you to get some sleep.

- Aunt Mamie?

- Yes?

- Will you tuck me in?

- Oh.

Well, I suppose I could.

- Good night.

- [Mamie] Good night.

- [Man] Fire!

Fire at the Murphy's!

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Fire at the Murphy's!

- [Man] Fire at the Murphy's!

(dramatic music)

- Ociee!

(dramatic music)

(sinister laughing)

- Burn, Murphy, burn.

(dramatic music)

That will teach you, Murphy.

Who has the last word now!

(dramatic music)

(men yelling)

- Jonathon!

Help, help, please!

Help our little girl!

(men yelling)

- [Jonathan] Frances, I couldn't get to her!

She's still in there!

- [Ociee] Elizabeth!

Elizabeth?

(Elizabeth crying)

- [Elizabeth] Ociee?

- [Ociee] Dag-nab-it, Elizabeth!

What are you doin' under there?

- I've got to go back in!

(dramatic music)

- [Ociee] Come on, Elizabeth, let's get outta here.

Follow me!

(Elizabeth crying and coughing)

- [Elizabeth] Down the tree?

But, Ociee, I can't!

- Of course you can, I'll show you.

Just step where I step.

- But, Ociee, I'll fall!

- You won't fall!

(thudding)

- [Jonathan] Elizabeth!

- Now's the time, Elizabeth.

You've gotta find your bravery!

You can do it!

(dramatic music)

Take it slow, grab that branch right there.

- [Elizabeth] Ociee, it's so high!

- [Ociee] Don't look down, you're almost there!

- [Man] Look, there's Elizabeth and Ociee Nash!

- Jonathon, Jonathon!

They're in the tree!

Come on, come on!

Hurry up!

- [Man] Get a ladder!

(dramatic music)

- [Elizabeth] Daddy, Daddy!

Mother!

- [Jonathan] Oh, my daughter!

- Good girl, Ociee!

Good girl!

(dramatic music)

- Thank you, young lady, thank you.

Thank you.

- [Ociee] Mr Murphy, there's something I gotta tell you.

- What?

- [Ociee] I saw someone running away from your house

when I cut through the woods.

It was the man you were arguing with in your study

when I came to visit.

He said that'll teach you.

- Richards, Tom Richards?

Are you positive, Ociee?

Ociee, now listen to me.

You mustn't mention this to anyone.

Mr Richards, he's a very dangerous man,

and he mustn't have an inkling that you saw him.

Now, I'm going to take care of this, all right.

(dramatic music)

- What is this I find?

A frightened rabbeet, I think?

(dramatic music)

- Frances, is everyone all right?

- Yes, yes.

- Mr Murphy, your beautiful home!

- My family's safe, that's what's important.

- [Mamie] Of course, of course.

- That niece of yours is a remarkable girl.

- How do you mean?

- Ociee saved Elizabeth's life.

We couldn't get to her past the fire.

- What? - But Ociee did.

Ociee climbed the tree

and went through Elizabeth's window.

She helped Elizabeth all the way down the tree to safety.

Ociee saved our daughter's life.

You should be very proud of her.

We owe her the world.

- Aunt Mamie, she wouldn't come out.

- Ociee! - She was under the bed,

and there was smoke everywhere.

But I knew she could find her bravery.

I just knew she could.

She just had to be shown how.

Aunt Mamie, I wasn't scared, really I wasn't scared.

- Oh, my dear, brave, girl.

Oh, oh my dear, sweet, beautiful, brave Ociee.

(knocking on door)

Good Morning, Mr Lynch.

- Good Morning.

Mamie, you look absolutely lovely.

- Thank you.

- These are for you and Ociee.

- Oh, she'll love them.

- Did you hear about Tom Richards?

- Yes, I did.

Seems he won't be seeing the light of day anytime soon.

- Well, I can't get over how they found him.

Lassoed to the sheriff's doorstep.

- Ociee's still convinced it was her Gypsy.

But there'll be no talk of that today.

Today is a day of celebration.

- Where is our girl?

- I can't imagine what's keeping her.

(knocking on door)

Ociee, are you ready?

Hmm, may I come in?

- Okay.

- You look so pretty.

Are you excited?

- I am, Aunt Mamie.

- Well, you don't look it.

What's wrong?

- It's just, well,

I wish my Papa, and my brothers could be here.

And my Mama, too.

- Well, your Mama is up in heaven right now watching you.

Very proud.

And you know if there was any way for your Papa

and your brothers to be here with you today they would be.

You know that, don't you?

- I guess so.

- Mr Lynch is downstairs waiting for us.

So, let's get a leg up!

(upbeat music)

- Attention, attention!

If we'll all take our seats we can get started.

It's always a pleasure for the mayor of a city

to address an audience of whom he is extremely proud.

Good citizens of Asheville, you met the challenge

during the Murphy's tragedy last month.

Your generosity and love of your fellow citizens

poured out in every manner.

Many of you contributed food, clothing and shelter

along with your prayers.

And I've been told, as a result,

that the Murphy's will soon be back in their home.

As Mayor of this city, I commend each and every one of you

for the fine job that you've done.

Give yourselves a hand.

Now, having said that,

there are a few people I must introduce.

Will the Asheville Firefighters please stand?

Take a bow, firefighters.

Here we go.

Now, it is with great pride

that I stand here before you to commend

a young lady whose selfless, heroic deed

saved the life of young Elizabeth Murphy.

It reminds us all, what one person,

even one child, can accomplish.

Miss Ociee Nash!

Now, I have in my hand a telegram

that I'd like to read to ya.

It's addressed to Miss Ociee Nash,

and it's from the President

of the United States of America.

President William McKinley.

Dear Miss Nash, although our meeting was brief,

I do hope you remember me.

We met at the train station in Chattanooga, Tennessee.

I was impressed with you then as I am now to learn

of your fearless act of heroism.

You extol the spirit and determination

upon which this great Republic thrives.

May your life be joyful and full of adventures.

God bless you, Ociee Nash.

Now, this is a mighty fine letter

to Asheville's very own, Miss Ociee Nash.

Ociee, is there anything you'd like to say?

- Well, thank you very much.

The only thing that could make it better

is if my Papa were here.

(dog barking)

Papa!

(dramatic music)

Papa!

- [Papa] Ociee, girl!

- Ben!

Fred!

Papa, you're really here!

- Oh, we could hardly stand another day without you.

When your Aunt Mamie wrote and told us what happened,

well, we boys decided we had to be with our girl.

- I am your girl, aren't I, Papa?

- Yes, Ociee, you've always been my girl.

You know you've never left our hearts, sweet corn.

And from now on, we're going to figure out a way

to all be together.

- Really, Papa?

Really?

- Sure as sunshine, Ociee!

- Indeed, this is a very fine day!

It is my privilege to declare this day,

September 2nd, 1898, Ociee Nash Day!

(dramatic music)

(laughing)

- [Ben] Ah, that ain't nothin'.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)