An Old Fashioned Thanksgiving2008

Mathilda Bassett:
[narrating as Mary reads the manuscript and Prudence and Solomon bring in wood] A long time ago up among the New Hampshire hills lived a man, his wife, and a pile of sturdy children. We were poor in money, but rich in land and love. The wide acres of wood, corn and pasture fed and clothed the flock, while mutual patience, affection and courage made our old farmhouse a very happy home. [Gad leaves his house running] For those who dream of adventure it may seem to simple a place to start our story, until we remember the best adventures begin with simple things. Not Gypsies or sword fights or dragons, but hope, and family, and love.

Gad Hopkins:
[the carriage carrying Tilly and Isabella is driving away and Gad is running after them] Hey. Hey! Write.

Mathilda Bassett:
I will. Every day.

Gad Hopkins:
I'll wait.

Mathilda Bassett:
You'd better.

Gad Hopkins:
I love you.

Mathilda Bassett:
Me, too.