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Boy: ♪ Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? ♪

♪ Oh, where have you been, charming Billy? ♪

♪ I have been to seek a wife ♪

♪ She's the joy of my life ♪

♪ She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother ♪

♪ Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? ♪

♪ Did she bid you to come in, charming Billy? ♪

♪ Yes, she bid me to come in ♪

♪ There's a dimple in her chin ♪

♪ She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother ♪

♪ Did she set for you a chair, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? ♪

♪ Did she set for you a chair, charming Billy? ♪

♪ Yes, she set for me a chair ♪

♪ She has ringlets in her hair ♪

♪ She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother. ♪

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Boy: Did Mama sing every day?

Every single day?

Girl: Every single day.

And did Papa sing, too?

Yes, Papa sang, too.

Don't get so close, Caleb.

You'll heat up.

What did I look like when I was born?

You didn't have any clothes on.

I know that.

You looked like this.

I had hair.

Not enough to talk about.

And she named me Caleb

'cause Caleb means bold.

I would have named you "troublesome."

And before she died, Mama handed me to you

in a yellow blanket and said...?

And said...?

And Mama said, "Isn't he beautiful, Anna?"

And I was.

The end.

That's your end of the story, Caleb.

I thought when you were born--

I said you were homely and plain

and you had a terrible holler and a horrid smell.

And that it was my fault Mama died the next morning?

I never thought that, Caleb-- never.

I forgot to say good night to her.

That's all I could think about.

And Papa didn't sing anymore?

Caleb: Do you remember Mama's songs, Anna?

Anna: Kind of. Some of them.

Caleb: Maybe if you could remember her songs I could remember her, too.

(Caleb humming "Billy Boy")

Nice soapy smell, that dough.

That's my hair, Papa.

I caught a horny toad today, Papa

and I kept him in my pocket.

Is he still in your pocket?

I put him in the vegetable garden

so he can eat all the bugs.

Good thinking.

Caleb...

God, thank you for all the food except the turnip.

A while back I placed an advertisement

in the newspaper.

An advertisement?

What for?

Someone to help us out.

Another housekeeper?

Not like Kelley; she snored.

No, not for a housekeeper.

Well, then... Hush.

For a wife.

You mean a mother?

That, too.

We had a mother.

There.

"Needed: A kind woman to share a life

"with a widower and his two young children

"to make a difference.

No picture necessary."

Oh, Papa.

I have received an answer.

"Dear Mr. Jacob Witting:

"I am Sarah Wheaton from Maine.

Sarah: I am answering your advertisement.

I live with an older brother William

who is about to be married.

I have always loved to live by the sea

but at this time, I feel a move is necessary

and the truth is, the sea is as far east as I can go.

My choice, as you can see, is limited.

This should not be taken as an insult.

I am strong and I work hard and I'm willing to travel

but I am not mild-mannered.

If you should still care to write

I would be interested in your children

and about where you live and you.

Very truly yours, Sarah Elizabeth Wheaton.

"P.S.: Do you have opinions on cats?

I have one."

Papa?

Yes.

Ask her if she sings.

Jacob: The children are named Caleb and Anna.

Caleb is the youngest-- only six.

Too young to write a long letter

he asked me to send you the footprint of his dog Nick.

He asked if you could live in a house with small rooms.

He wanted me to tell you he holds his breath--

that he has been holding his breath for a long time.

There you are.

Sarah, you don't have to go.

You're wrong, Will; I do.

There's plenty of room in that house.

Meg wants you to live with us.

Nothing has to change.

Things do change if you let them.

You belong here.

If I don't go now

I'll never know what it's like to have my own life.

But, Sarah...

This is my chance, Will.

Jacob!

It's been so long, you broke Jack, finally.

More or less.

Caleb: He loves Jack...

no matter how bad he is.

Maggie: You look tired, Anna.

Stay for supper

can you?

I've got chicken left over, biscuits, currant pie...

We found some baby rabbits.

Want to see?

Yes!

How many are there?

(sighs)

So, you look fine.

(chuckling): Big, Jacob. I look big.

And what about you, Jacob?

Anything new?

Go ahead, Anna.

Go with the others.

Jacob...

is something wrong?

I've had a reply to my advertisement.

A woman in Maine.

She's interested?

She's coming.

Forgive me, Jacob

but are you ready for what is going to be like?

I better start supper.

Sarah: Dear Anna, my favorite colors are the colors of the sea--

blue and gray and green, depending on the weather.

My brother William is a fisherman

and he tells me that when he is in the middle of a fogbound sea

the water is a color for which there is no name.

He catches flounder and sea bass and bluefish.

Sometimes he sees whales.

(dishes clattering)

Anna?

You have nice things...

all around you.

Oh, darling...

your mama had nice things, too.

Do you remember?

A little.

I remember candlesticks on the table;

a painting of a black bird;

a quilt Mama made-- stars of color.

Papa put them away.

I know.

Your mama made this for me a long time ago

when you were a little girl, before Caleb.

Somehow this shawl makes me

less lonely for her.

She won't stay, Maggie.

I know she won't.

I don't want her to come.

Anna,I came to be Matthew's wife--

Rose and Violet's mother--

when they lost their mother--I stayed.

But what if she's not like you?

Your papa won't do anything what isn't right for you.

What if he doesn't know what is right for us?

Maggie: ♪ Come on, ye fair ♪

♪ And tender maiden ♪ (harmonica accompanying)

♪ Take warning how ♪

♪ You court young men ♪

(children joining in): ♪ They're like a star ♪

? On a summer's morning ?

♪ As they appear ♪

♪ And then they're gone... ♪

(Maggie humming)

Caleb: Maybe I could get a harmonica.

I could carry it with me wherever I go.

It would be like a little music in my pocket.

Jacob: Caleb, Anna... time to go.

Thank you both.

Wait, Jacob.

For Anna.

No need for that, Maggie.

Let her keep it. Please.

Anna.

Thank you, Maggie.

Come on.

(horse neighing)

(rain falling)

Read my letter again, Anna.

You said you would.

You've memorized it already.

Just read it.

"Dear Caleb, my cat's name is 'Seal'

"because she is gray like the seals

"that swim offshore in Maine.

"She is glad that Nick sends his greetings.

"She likes dogs most of the time.

"She says his footprint is much larger than hers

which she is enclosing in return."

Caleb: Papa, look!

"Yes, Icankeep a fire going at night.

"I do not know if I snore.

Seal has never told me."

Thank you.

Read your letter again, Papa.

(thunder rolling)

"Dear Jacob:

"I will come by train.

"I will wear a yellow bonnet.

"I will stay for one month

"to see if I can make a difference.

"Very truly yours, Sarah.

P.S.: I'm plain and tall."

Caleb: She's really coming.

Doesn't mean she'll stay.

What's that written at the bottom?

"Tell them I sing."

"Tell them I sing."

(whistle blowing)

Jacob: Anna?

Why did you ask her to come?

We don't need a stranger.

You and Caleb need someone.

We don't!

We're fine by ourselves.

She won't be my mother.

She can be Caleb's, but not mine.

Anna.

This doesn't mean we'll forget Mama.

I get so scared, Papa.

Sometimes I can't remember what she looked like.

Go, Papa. You'll be late.

Not until you're all right.

Not until you smile.

(sobbing)

(whistle blowing)

(cat meowing)

Ma'am?

One-way ticket, please, to Camden, Maine.

Let's see. Camden, Maine.

There you are.

Thank you.

Sarah?

Sarah Wheaton?

Mr. Witting.

Is your trunk outside?

Yes.

I'm Jacob.

Yes.

(cat meowing)

Your cat?

Yes. No, thank you.

I'll carry it.

This is my trunk.

(cat meowing)

There you are.

Man: Afternoon, Jacob.

Is it my hat?

We don't get many new people here.

Not many visitors.

So I see.

Is my face clean?

Can my face be too clean?

No, your face isnot too clean.

What if she thinks we're loud and pesky?

You are loud and pesky.

Sarah loves the sea.

We don't have a sea.

(sighing)

What if she doesn't like our house?

I told her it was small.

Maybe I shouldn't have told her it was small.

Hush, Caleb... hush.

Will she be nice like Maggie?

I don't know.

Wait... just wait.

How far away is Maine?

You know how far.

Now leave me alone, Caleb.

Will she like us?

Of course, she will like us.

We are nice.

It's six miles from town to home.

Some say the spaces here make them nervous.

I'm used to the open sea.

How's the train?

Fine. Comfortable enough.

Where are the children?

Home.

I thought the two of us should...

It would be simpler.

We could talk.

Anna is shy about this

but Caleb loves your letters.

My wife died six years ago.

It's been difficult for me.

I hope you...

I hope you won't expect...

It's all right, Mr. Witting.

I didn't come for love.

What I was saying is...

I hope you won't expect the house

to be in perfect order.

I didn't ask for love.

A bonnet, Anna.

I see a yellow bonnet.

Whoa!

(barking)

Nick!

Did you bring some sea?

Something from the sea...

and me.

(cat meowing)

And Seal, too.

(cat meowing)

(Nick barking)

Jacob: Cat will be good.

In the barn, for mice.

She'll be good in the house, too.

I brought this for you, Caleb.

Where I live

the gulls fly high and drop shells on the rocks below.

When the shell is broken, they eat what's inside.

That is very smart.

And Anna, this is for you.

A sea stone.

The sea washes over and over and around it

rolling it until it's round

and perfect.

That is very smart, too.

No, thank you.

(cat meowing)

Caleb...

Caleb means "bold."

Are you bold?

Yes, very.

When will we sing?

I like to sing.

So do I.

Soon.

She isn't snoring.

Shh.

Jacob: Caleb, Anna.

Chores.

(Nick whimpering)

(Seal meowing)

(Nick barking)

(sighing)

(cow mooing)

(Seal meowing)

Seal likes it here, Papa.

(door opening)

(cow mooing)

Seal is happy here, Sarah.

(horse whinnying)

Caleb's pretty eager.

I know.

Who made the coffee?

Anna... trying her hand at it.

Well, she doesn't drink it, does she?

After this, I'll make the coffee

and I'll get up earlier.

No matter.

You're a guest here for a month.

Would you like to see the barn... animals?

Could we walk first?

Sure.

It's windy here.

Not too many trees to protect us from it.

Katherine never really liked the wind.

Said it made a sad sound at night

like it was looking for something it couldn't find.

Over here is sorghum.

We'll harvest that soon.

You'll have to teach me.

No, that's not for you.

I hope you won't think of me as just a guest, Jacob.

I've worked all my life.

Fine, but there are certain things that...

I'm used to rolling up my sleeves

working alongside my brother, doing what needs to be done.

And I'm used to having things done a certain way.

And I'm not used to being told what to do.

I see that.

Our ways, perhaps, are different, but...

Ways can change.

Stubborn, aren't you?

And you're not?

(bird chirping)

Friendly, Anna.

They're friendly.

They're not.

They're not?

I think... I think Sarah's not... Sarah...

what Papa thought she'd be. Sarah...

Papa thought she'd be like Mama.

Mama did everything Papa wanted.

Oh.

(birds chirping)

Sarah: Here's one of my treasures, a crab.

This is a sea urchin.

You can touch it.

Here's a scallop.

Look at that pretty design.

Anna, there's a razor clam on my bed stand.

Would you get it for me?

Here's a mussel...

and a sea snail--

very simple

and beautiful.

This is a sea clam.

What's the big one?

Oh, this is a conch shell someone gave me.

Now, if you hold it to your ear

you can hear the sea.

Papa

listen.

You can.

Wow, that is nice.

So, that's the sea.

Anna, listen.

(horse nickering)

(dog barking)

At least Sarah can hear the sea.

(creaking)

Good evening, Jess.

Jacob.

Matthew says you might need help later with the harvest.

I'm looking for work.

Yeah, for the harvest I can use you and your horses.

(creaking)

This is Sarah Wheaton.

She's a friend from Maine.

Jess Stearns, Sarah.

I've been to Maine.

Really?

Portland.

It was beautiful

and the ships and the water...

cobblestone streets.

Yeah.

You sure you got no work here now

m-maybe mending fences?

I could bed down in the barn.

Fences, maybe.

Not right now, though, Jess.

I got to go to Topeka for posts and wire.

Well, then...

I'll see you at the picnic?

Well, I don't know.

Papa's taking Sarah to the picnic.

Then, I will see you there?

We'll talk about Maine.

(insects buzzing)

Evening, folks.

It's at the church

the picnic.

We schedule the harvesting...

sign on workers.

There's food and music.

Caleb: And dancing.

Papa never dances.

Everybody dances.

Not me.

I don't know how to dance.

Well, then, I'll teach you.

Here.

Put this in my pocket.

Put your hand here.

You ready?

Mm-hmm.

One, two, three...

One, two, three...

One, two, three...

One, two, three...

One, two, three...

Maybe... couldn't we... just the four of us

have our own dance here, away from everybody?

Where are you going?

To pick flowers.

I'll hang some of them upside down to dry

so they'll keep their color.

There'll be flowers all winter long.

Sarah said, "Winter."

That means she will stay.

Wait, I'll come, too!

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(horse nickering)

Whoa.

(tongue clicking)

(bird calling)

Do you miss the sea a lot, Sarah?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do...

but the land here rolls a little like the sea

and when the wind ripples over the grass

it looks just like the wind on the sea.

I've never seen this before.

What's it called?

Bride's bonnet.

(cat meows)

Well, we don't have it in Maine.

We have seaside goldenrod and wild asters

and woolly ragwort.

"Woolly ragwort"?

(chuckling): Isn't that a name?

(chair sliding)

Caleb: ♪ Wooly ragwort on the ground ♪

♪ Wooly ragwort all around ♪

♪ Wooly ragwort grows and grows ♪

♪ Wooly ragwort up your nose. ♪

Here you are.

Anna...

Caleb.

God

thank you for all the food.

Thank you for sending us Sarah.

Would you please help her like it here?

Amen.

(cat meows)

Supper's fine, Sarah.

Ayah.

Bread, too.

Papa baked it.

It's my mother's recipe.

What does "ayah" mean?

Well, where I come from, it means, "Yes."

Want some beans?

Ayah.

Sarah: ♪ Sumer is icumen in ♪

♪ Loudly sing, "Cuckoo" ♪

Sarah and Children: ♪ Groweth seed and bloweth mead ♪

♪ And Springeth would anew ♪

♪ Sing, "Cuckoo" ♪

♪ Ewes are bleating after lambs and loweth calf and cow ♪

? Bulleth starteth, buck to burn ?

♪ Doth merry sing, "Cuckoo" ♪

♪ "Cuckoo, cuckoo" ♪

♪ Well singst thou, "Cuckoo" ♪

♪ Oh, cease thee never now. ♪

(hands clapping)

Sarah: My mama used to sing that to me when I was your age, Caleb.

Caleb: I like it.

Sing it again.

All right.

♪ Sumer is icumen in, loudly sing cuckoo ♪

♪ Groweth seed and bloweth mead ♪

♪ And Springeth would anew ♪

♪ Sing... ?

Sing, Jacob.

(crickets chirping)

♪ Sing, "Cuckoo..." ♪

♪ Ewes are bleating after lambs and low with calf and cow ♪

♪ Bulleth starteth, buck to burn ♪

♪ Doth merry sing, "Cuckoo" ♪

♪ "Cuckoo, cuckoo," well sings thou, "Cuckoo" ♪

♪ Oh, cease thee never now. ♪

Tomorrow, I would like to meet the sheep.

You know I've never touched one?

Never?

Never.

I've touched seals, though-- realseals.

They're cool and slippery

and they slide through the water like fish.

They can cry and sing.

Sometimes they bark, a little like a dog.

Woof, woof.

(barking)

Nick.

Caleb: I wish I could touch a seal

right now.

Mmm... so do I.

(insects chirping and buzzing)

(water flowing)

How was your walk?

It's beautiful.

The wind dies down and it's peaceful.

You should take Nick

if you go any distance from the house.

I love the sound of water.

I expect.

I expect you might feel lonely here.

Anyplace can be lonely.

Sarah...

I want this to work

but...

I know.

So do I.

(humming "Billy Boy")

I cut Caleb's hair

most times.

I'm sorry.

Here, you do it.

I'll watch.

I want Sarah to do it this time.

You do it.

What's the name of William's boat?

It's called theKittiwake.

It's gray and white.

It's named after a little gull that's found way offshore

where William fishes.

We have three aunts who live next door.

They wear silk dresses and no shoes.

They call themselves "the unclaimed treasures."

You'd like them.

Yep.

Does your brother look like you?

I'm afraid so.

He's plain and tall.

What are you doing with the hair?

It's for the birds.

They'll use it to build their nests.

Later we can look for nests of curls.

Sarah said later.

That means she will stay.

Sarah: Anna...

Here, this is for you.

May I?

When I was a little girl...

when I was ten, my mama died.

My papa was away for long days

fishing after that.

Sometimes I...

I think he worked harder than he had to

because... he was so sad.

I had the aunts who loved me and William, but...

it wasn't the same.

I know.

(footsteps approaching)

You look alike--

like family.

(whimpering)

(Anna crying)

Anna: No! No!

No!

Anna? Anna?

It's a bad dream.

Anna, wake up. Wake up.

Shh.

Mama!

Mama!

(sobbing)

Your mama made this, didn't she?

This was my mama's.

Maggie gave me this shawl--

Mama made for her.

Papa put away all the things that she loved--

quilts, her picture.

Papa doesn't understand.

(Seal meowing)

Go on.

She all right?

She's wrapped in her mother's shawl.

I don't know what to say to her.

When Katherine died, Anna had these...

Nightmares.

Every night.

She'd hang onto me for an hour.

When I'd let her go she'd cry again.

Sound asleep...

mournful, abandoned, terrible sound.

She's better now.

Katherine's not coming back

no matter how much you and the children

want her to, Jacob.

Perhaps...

perhaps it's a mistake

to deprive the children of their memories.

That's enough!

What do you know about it?

Katherine meant for her things to be used and loved.

I said no.

She's dead, Jacob.

The children are alive.

They need the connection to her.

You asked for someone who would make a difference.

Cutting their hair, teaching them to cook

singing with them

helping them with their schoolwork.

This is a help to me.

It's all I want.

I cannot make a difference until you come to peace

with Katherine's death.

This is not your business.

The past steps on the heels of the present

whether or not you like it.

In this matter you will do as I want, Sarah.

And you are not to encourage

the children otherwise.

We will do what is right.

What is right in my house

is what I say is right.

(horse whinnying)

(door closing)

(door closing)

I did it for Anna.

I know you're angry and I'm sorry for that

but I'm not sorry I did it.

I'm sure of that.

(fiddle playing lively tune)

Anna: Come on, Caleb, I see Rose.

Jacob, what have you told people about me?

Matthew and Maggie know, of course.

And the others?

Jacob: They've been told you're visiting

from the east for a month.

Old family friend.

You're such a fool, Jacob.

Not a soul here believes I'm an old family friend.

Matthew: Jacob...

Over here.

This way.

Sarah, this is Matthew, Matthew Grant.

Pleasure.

Hello.

This is Maggie, Sarah.

Hello.

Hello, Maggie.

Jacob has told people I'm an old family friend.

Somehow I don't think they believe it.

Somehow I think you're right.

Come sit here with us.

These people aren't really unfriendly, Sarah.

They protect those they love.

Yes, those alive and those dead.

We don't live very far away, you know, Matthew and I.

We are the closest farm.

Sometimes when I walk at night

I imagine I can see your light.

Jacob: Sarah Wheaton...

The Parkleys.

We'll be at your...

at Jacob's house

for the harvest.

Good.

Mavis Ridley, Sarah Wheaton.

Hello.

That's Mavis.

She likes Papa.

She invites him to dinner all the time.

Sarah, we practiced.

Excuse me.

Come on.

Papa, Jess took Sarah away.

It's called cutting in, Caleb.

You cut in.

Take Sarah back.

I'd say Jess looks quite smitten.

Thank you, Jess.

Now I must dance with an old family friend.

Straight, Sarah-- keep contact.

Don't let Ben take the bit...

or he'll go back to the barn.

Few days, we'll plow up some more grass

for next year's planting.

The gang plow...

Matthew and Maggie'll come with the horses.

Whoa!

I want to do that, too.

You want to do everything.

(panting): Drive a wagon, ride a horse...

so I can go into town by myself.

What are you looking at?

(laughs)

Is it so strange to see a woman behind a plow?

Surely Katherine knew how to do this.

Katherine...

She grew up on a farm.

It was like breathing to her, all the work.

I'd known her all her life.

Then one day we were married, and...

it was as if we'd always been married.

What about you?

You must have had someone--

A man who felt that way about you.

(sighs)

Ayuh.

I wouldn't marry him for the same reason.

Everyone expected it.

Well, we'd known each other for so long, he thought...

He thought he knew everything I was thinking.

That's the way it was... with Katherine.

I know.

I loved Katherine, Sarah.

You still do, Jacob.

Sarah: I think these lambs need names, don't you?

How about Harriet, after one of the aunts, and...

that little one over there

with the black face will be Mattie.

She reminds me of her-- her walk

her steady eye.

And that little one over there will be Lu.

Caleb: ♪ Sumer is icumen in, loudly sing "cuckoo" ♪

♪ Groweth seed and bloweth mead... ♪

Oh, I'm hot. What do you say?

Shall we be wicked and go swimming?

Swim? Swim where?

We don't know how to swim.

You don't know how to swim?

Well, come on! I'll teach you in the pond.

Come on!

(all laughing loudly)

(laughing)

(yells)

(children laughing)

Come on.

I drown every time.

Sarah: Look, you just take

a big, deep breath and hold it

and you'll float like a balloon. Watch.

That's what whales do, Caleb.

Is this like the sea, Sarah?

Oh, goodness, no.

The sea is salt...

it stretches as far as you can see...

gleams like sun on glass, and there are waves.

Like this?

(all laughing)

Shh...

Shh...

Anna: Papa...

I dreamed a perfect dream, Papa.

I dreamed the field had turned into a sea

that gleamed like the sun on glass.

I dreamed Sarah was happy.

Caleb: Is this for William-- the prairie?

Sarah: Yeah.

There's something wrong with it.

Something's missing.

But what?

Is that a camel?

Sarah: That is a cow.

Ah.

Couldn't tell by the ears.

Caleb: "Windmill" was my first word.

My first long word.

Papa told me so.

Mine was "daffodil."

What was yours, Sarah?

"Dune."

"Dune?"

At home we have rock cliffs by the sea

but William and I found a sandy place, and we made a dune.

When we were little, we'd slide down into the water.

We have no dunes here.

Yes, we do.

We do?

We do? Jacob: Come on.

Come on.

(barks)

(Nick barking)

Sarah...

our dune.

It looks high up!

Are you scared, Sarah?

Scared? Scared?

You bet I'm not scared.

(Sarah and children laughing)

Jacob: If you do it

I'll teach you to ride.

You'll teach me

to ride anyway.

(children laughing)

(sighs)

Anna: Jump, Sarah!

Whoo!

(laughing)

Caleb: Is it a good dune?

Oh, it's a fine dune!

Go on. Climb up.

That's right.

Big jump.

You can do it.

(laughter)

Now Anna.

Caleb: Jump, Anna.

Whoo!

(laughing)

Now you, Jacob.

No, no.

Are you scared, Papa?

(Nick barking)

Anna: Jump, Papa!

Caleb: Papa, jump!

(laughing)

(all laughing)

Caleb: I want to go again.

Anna: So do I!

(laughing)

Anna: Whoo!

(children laughing and hooting)

Jacob... coffee?

Nice difference you've made.

Coffee, I mean.

Jacob?

Yes?

Thank you for the dune.

Oh, well, it wasn't a big thing.

It was a big thing to me.

Then I'm glad. You're welcome.

(Nick barking)

(horse neighing)

Hello!

Whoa! Whoa!

It's a grand day, isn't it?

Ah, yeah. It's wicked hot.

Oh, God...

Gently.

I'm getting heavier every day.

Jacob.

The light, Maggie-- I thank you for it.

You noticed. Yes.

Matthew: Maggie...

the chickens.

Maggie: They are for you, Sarah...

for eating.

Sarah: Aren't they dear?

Those chickens won't be for eating.

Maggie: These are for your flower garden.

My garden?

Mm-hmm.

Oh...

Maggie, you shouldn't be lifting.

I'm fine. It's not due for another month.

Zinnias, marigolds and wild fever-few.

Please do have a flower garden.

At Mama's grave

we always put flowers there that wilt and die.

Papa doesn't want us to plant flowers there.

I don't know why.

But it would be a good thing

wouldn't it, Sarah?

Yes. It would be a very good thing.

Anna, would you please bring us some lemonade.

It's not what you expected, is it?

(laughs)

Well, in some ways, it is.

But there are some things I never reckoned for.

Katherine.

She's here, you know?

I can feel her here.

Sometimes, I... I think I can smell her scent.

I know.

Jacob... can't let her go.

And the children?

Well, Caleb... Caleb has so much room for me.

Anna's trying.

But it's not enough.

Shouldn't we plant the flowers?

Ayuh. Right now.

There is something about a garden.

It's very dirty.

(both laughing)

Soon you can drive your wagon to my house

and I will give you more.

I have tansy.

Ah, I had tansy in Maine.

But I've never driven a farm wagon.

Jacob can teach you.

So can I.

Maggie brought us these flowers, Jacob.

It's my garden.

It's nice you're here, Sarah.

You must miss your friends and family at home.

Well, there's always something to miss...

no matter where you are.

You will come? I'll come. Soon.

Before the baby.

Bye-bye. Bye.

So, now, what are we going to name these chickens?

I knew it-- These chickens won'tbe for eating.

This one's "Ayuh."

And that one's "Dune."

And that one's "Woolly Ragwort."

(children laughing)

Okay, come on... get some supper.

Children: ♪ Sumer is icumen in, loudly sing "cuckoo"... ♪

Shoo! Shoo! Go on!

Sarah: Wash your hands, all right?

Thank you.

Can Nick come to town?

He'd be happier here with gophers to chase.

Come on, Nick.

(Nick barks)

Did you ever have a dog, Sarah?

William did.

Her name was Gracie.

Sometimes she went fishing with him

but she barked at gulls.

Papa did when he was little.

Ask him.

Ask him what?

Ask him what the dog's name was.

All right.

What was his name?

Guess.

All right.

Rex?

No? Well, then...

Rover?

No. Guess!

Um, Willy?

Mortimer.

Henry.

(kids laughing)

Spot.

Jacob: No, Sarah. Guess.

Uh, Mike?

Tom?

Sarah, the list.

Good morning, Mrs. Parkley.

Hello.

I was wondering whether you have any canned peaches.

Yes, I have those.

What about those homemade ones over there

in the glass jars?

Fine.

Sarah, Mrs. Parkley's peaches are terrible.

Doesn't matter.

These are my peaches, Miss...

Sarah.

Sarah.

Well, they look wonderful.

I'll take two.

Oh, well, good.

Caleb: Listen, Sarah.

(blows harmonica)

Anna, do you like to draw?

I don't know how.

Would you like to try?

Yes.

Sarah, we have fresh oranges.

Good. I'll take this sketch book

and these, too.

And one more thing.

(Caleb blowing harmonica)

Aren't we going to stop at Mama's grave?

Not today.

Jacob, it's all right if Anna wants to.

No.

I don't mind, really.

It's early.

We can stop if you want to.

No! We'll do it another day.

Papa, listen.

You'll be sorry for that.

Maybe. At least we'll know where he is.

That's fine, Caleb.

Are there ever any geese here?

Sometimes flocks of them come in.

The next day, they're gone.

Going somewhere.

(Nick barks)

Oh, Nick! Oh, Nick!

Nick!

"Guess."

The dog's name was Guess.

Is that right, Anna?

Jacob: Smart woman

but crazy, you know?

She bought Mrs. Parkley's peaches.

(kids laughing)

(chuckling)

Whoa!

Jacob, what's wrong?

Vultures.

Something's dead.

Come on!

Jacob, it's Mattie!

Do something.

Coyote got her.

What? In the middle of the day

while we were in town?

Bones will be picked clean by morning.

No! Shoo!

Go on! Go away! Shoo!

Go on! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

They're doing their job.

Do something, Jacob!

Do something!

The sheep have got to be out.

They've got to eat! This happens!

You can't let yourself get attached.

Hungry?

The barn's a good place to think.

Space.

You would think, wouldn't you

that in this big land

there'd be enough space for everyone

but there isn't...

is there?

(thunder rumbling)

Are those your overalls?

I borrowed them from your father.

Women don't wear overalls.

This one does.

The roof needs fixing.

Caleb, better get the sheep in now.

I don't like the look of this.

Anna, bring some provisions to the barn.

I'll get the roof fixed before the storm comes.

I'll help you.

I've done it before.

I know about roofs.

I'm a good carpenter.

Remember? I told you.

(cow lowing)

Caleb, the sheep.

Anna, you know what to get.

Then help Caleb.

You fast?

I'm fast and I'm very good.

Those my overalls?

Caleb: Why does she want to wear Papa's overalls?

Did Mama ever wear overalls?

Hurry! Hurry, Caleb!

(dog barks)

(dog barks)

Jacob: Quickly, Sarah.

It's not safe up here.

Sarah, come to the barn now!

You go on.

Seal, where are you?!

(animals bellowing)

Where's Sarah?

Sarah, where were you?

Are you all right?

Is Seal in here?

No.

Sarah, don't go back out!

Sarah, no.

Papa!

Come back here!

Seal?! Seal?!

Seal?!

Seal?!

Seal?!

What are you doing?!

Jacob, the chickens.

Seal?!

Sarah, come on.

Jacob, please!

Forget the cat.

We're going to get killed.

We got to get back.

Let me go!

Seal?!

(shrieks)

Sarah, are you all right?

(gasping)

Jacob: Anna, go back.

Go back!

Anna: Sarah!

Anna, where's Seal? Do you know?

No!

I never should have brought Seal!

I never should have come here!

I didn't mean that!

Yes, you did!

I saw the train ticket in the drawer by your bed!

You never meant to stay!

Anna, hurry!

Sarah, come on!

(chicken clucks)

(cow lows)

What colors are seen in storms?

Blue and gray and green.

Why?

Now I know what's missing from your drawing.

What do you mean?

Colors. Colors of our sea.

Colors of our storms:

Blue and gray

and green.

(clattering)

Jacob?

That's hail.

(dog whines)

It looks like sun on glass.

Oh, Jacob.

Everything dies.

Anna.

We'll plant more flowers, I promise.

(banging)

Sarah: Jacob?

The crops?

Two fields are gone, maybe another.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jacob.

Can you replant?

It's late.

Maybe.

Might have to sell the sheep.

Sell the sheep?

The sheep are not pets, Sarah.

We live by them, one way or another.

I know that, Jacob.

I just want to help.

How can I help?

We'll be all right.

We'll manage.

I have some money.

You're welcome to it.

No!

I don't need that.

You don't need anything, do you?

You don't need anyone.

You don't need.

You can't take anything from anyone

because you're still so filled with her.

Filled with Katherine.

There's no room in your life for anyone.

There's no room for anyone to make a difference.

There's no room

in your heart.

That's not true.

I wanted this to...

I'm doing the best I can.

Some things you just can't make happen.

I know

but...

This isn't going to work, is it?

The children are very fond of you, Sarah.

So am I.

It just...

Isn't going to work.

You got the worst of the storm.

We hardly got wet.

Sarah?

Hmm?

Something isn't right.

I'm not right.

Matthew: Sarah?

It's been so nice.

She brought out all of Mama's things

and Papa didn't make her put them away.

But the month is almost over.

She's not going to stay?

Sarah: Oh!

Seal...

Seal, you're all right.

Yeah, my girl.

Now that she's found Seal

she has everything she needs to go home with.

Don't tell Caleb I said that.

Are you sorry she came?

No.

Neither am I.

We're going to Maggie's first, and then where?

Well, first, you're going to teach me

how to drive this wagon.

The line, traces, cooper, hame, collar.

Mama would like this.

Yes.

But, Anna, these flowers aren't for her.

They're for you.

But it will hurt Papa.

Not any more than he's hurting now.

I'll tell him.

Are you going to leave us?

Oh, Anna...

I can't...

Your father wants the kind of woman I can't be.

But you could try, couldn't you?

For Caleb?

(sobbing)

Jacob?

I did something you will not like.

Anna: Wedid something you will not like.

We planted flowers on Mama's grave.

It wasn't your place.

No, it wasn't.

It was your place.

Matthew: Sarah!

Jacob!

(horse galloping)

Sarah, the baby.

It's too early.

The doctor's gone.

We'll come.

Caleb: Will she die, Papa?

Will Maggie die like Mama?

Caleb!

No, Caleb! No!

(gasping and groaning)

I don't know how to do this, Sarah.

I know.

I don't how to, either.

And I'm too old.

Oh, no.

My mother was old when she had me.

How old?

How old are you?

(laughing)

(laughing)

You did not expect to love him.

Did you?

(gasping)

Get Matthew, Sarah.

Matthew.

(Maggie groaning)

Jacob, I'm so afraid.

I know.

Maggie: Sarah!

Sarah: Jacob?!

Jacob!

She's not breathing.

I don't know what to do.

Matthew! Matthew!

She's not breathing.

Matthew, quick.

I don't know what to do.

(baby crying)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(sobbing)

She was too young, 17 when Anna was born.

It took two days.

Terrible...

Terrible pain.

The doctor said it was

because she was so young... small.

Said maybe we shouldn't have any more.

I thought three years...

I needed... a boy.

Then she...

...wasn't there, wasn't curled beside me in bed

and I couldn't stop long enough to...

I had a newborn, Sarah, a three-year-old...

farm, crops, animals, the house, but she just...

...wasn't there.

I... I couldn't stop long enough to... tell her good-bye...

that I was sorry... and that itwasmy fault.

That I missed her... more than life itself.

That you loved her.

(door closing)

(footsteps)

Remember, a strong hand.

Yes, Jacob.

Best to be home before dark.

Driving is hard if there's no full moon.

Yes, Jacob.

Why can't we come?

Why do you have to go alone?

Because I do.

Take care of Seal.

I am loud and pesky.

You said so.

No, Caleb.

She would tell us.

The house is too small.

The house is not too small.

She's leaving.

She's not.

Not without her trunk and Seal

and saying good-bye.

Not yet.

What has Sarah gone to do?

I don't know, Anna.

Sarah's Sarah.

She does things her way, you know?

I know.

Ask him if she's coming back.

Of course she's coming back.

Caleb.

(meowing)

Papa, it's gone!

What's gone?

Sarah had a train ticket home in her bed stand.

It's gone!

You'll say it's not my place to know it

but it's true, Papa, and it's gone.

Go after her

Papa.

Jacob, I... I turned in my ticket.

I have this money.

(playing a sad tune)

(barks)

Hush, Nick.

Seal was worried.

And the house is too small, we thought.

And I am loud and pesky.

We thought you might

be leaving us because you missed the sea.

Well, I'll always miss my old home

but the truth of it is I'd miss you more.

For you, Anna.

And for Caleb.

For all of us.

Blue and gray and green.

Papa, look!

Sarah has brought

the sea.

(Sarah laughing)

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