 They will blow... they will blow all along the street streets around the village. This is nothing that happened. This is nothing that happened. This has been transparent for a few years. Is it nothing that happened? Is it since this spring was still here? I was calling. I was calling. Hello? Hello? Please let me have the newspaper office. The journal, that's right. Hello? Is this the newspaper office, please? May I speak to the editor? Thank you. Hello? This is Mrs. William Spring on Chester Street. I have a story for the front page of your newspaper. Please send a reporter to see me, by the way. I have so very much to tell him. I beg your pardon? Yes. My... My Mr. Spring. Oh, yes. Have a good one. You, Mrs. Spring? Yes, I am Mrs. Spring. I'm Casey of the Journal. I'm here to get a story about Mr. Spring. Could you tell me something about him? About Mr. Spring. Yes, I could tell you a lot about Mr. Spring. Oh, thank you. You're welcome. Mr. What day is it going to be? Oh, when I was born. His full name. When you were married, you know. Oh, thank you. Yes, of course. William Haley Spring. That was his full name. He was born in 1874. Yes, he was just 16 years old. We were married in 1894. He died together. What did he do, Mrs. Spring? He did everything. Oh, what was that pressure? Well, I wanted to know what Mr. Spring did. Oh, what he did, what he did, yes. Well, it's hard to say. He was a farmer, wasn't he? Yes. But... Mrs. Spring, maybe you could tell me how you met him. Something about your courtship. Oh, yes. All right, I will. I'll just tell you all about Mr. Spring. About my Mr. Spring. I always liked to remember that thing. I met him. It was at a box social at the church. We'd go past the luncheon, and the boys would give for them to get their pardon. Who wants you best, Mary? You know? Oh, yes, I know. It's so pretty. All done. I'm from the group later. Is it yours? Yes, it's mine, Uncle Martin. I'll be quiet. I want to see who buys it. Who do you hope I am? Well... Come on, you can tell me. Well, Billy Spring. Billy Spring? Oh, Mary, he's just a spring boy. He's so shy. And look at that funny cowlick. Oh, I know. And he did choose me blue shirt, but I hope he buys it. Anymore bits for this one? Hold on. Uh, 35 cents. Who? 35 cents. Going, going, gone to Billy Spring. Here you are, Billy. And your partner is Mary Jenkins. Yep, that's just what I reckon. Did you hear that, Mary? Oh, yes, but that's the kind we've been talking and didn't hear. He's coming over here. He's been watching you all the time. He knows what you've been doing. I'd better leave you alone. Oh, no, Uncle Martin. Goodbye, Mary. Hello there. Oh, hello. You're Mary Jenkins, aren't you? Yes. I'm Bill Spring. Yes, I know. Oh, that's all right. I wanted to buy your lunch. I bid 35 cents to get it. Yes, I mean that's nice. Shall we sit down? Let's go over there in the corner. All right. Maybe you won't like the lunch now that you've bought it. I bet I do. Hold it. Some chicken sandwiches and cold chicken. Oh, what kind of sandwich is it? It's jelly. Oh. Oh, you don't like it? Well, I put up the jelly myself last summer. Sure. I like jelly sandwiches. As a matter of fact, I... I love jelly sandwiches. They look delicious. Do they help you? Well, no, there's really nothing there that we can print in the paper for. That's all right. I thought that we wanted to know a lot about Mr. Spring. He just died today. And I thought the paper would do. I know Mr. Spring. We'll find something. Why don't you just tell me some more? No. Well, we... There was much more of us. Just whatever you remember. We'll find something we can use. Oh. I love turkey. When I was a baby, they showed up. I was 20. I told the kids. They were toasts. They were toasts. They were round. I remember that night. Oh. You can't ask them. Oh, they're going to die. Probably the rest of the world. Oh, I'll forget about that night. Sure. It didn't just happen here in the moonlight. Yeah. Hey, I got enough essentially in that night. That's nice. Now, this is my favorite spot. It's with apple tree all in bloom. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. It's probably pretty of your hair. Oh, you pop that beautiful pulleys. That makes me sad. No, no, no. I have so much to tell you. I wish I had any old porcelain. So I could tell it to you real proper life. But I'm not sure. I'll have to be satisfied with my hands and heart. Oh, go on, Mr. Stainless. Well, you know that little plant of land, I bless. Uh-huh. Well, it's doing all kind of nice. Little spots of corn are just bursting out around. It's rich land, man. It's more in your hand. That's a good card. I'd love to work on it. I feel good when I know I'm working towards something I want. I guess that's what you want, Mr. Stainless. Well, a little bit of land like my little business. A beautiful white house. A good house, man. Right now I just have a little crumble down place. It's too big for one, isn't it? Well, uh, it means it's such a soft hand. Oh, what are you trying to say, Mr. Stainless? Well, I'm trying to be a nice superior, aren't I? Well, Mr. Stainless, are you sure to know I didn't refuse any of the apple blossoms? Oh, yeah, yeah. But then, Mr. Stainless, I thought there was more than a bell could dare wish for to be spring over life. And if yes? Yes, Mr. Stainless. I want to be Mr. Stainless forever and ever. I see, Mr. Stainless. Did your husband become a very successful farmer? No, he was a good farmer. We only had a bad little cake. But we could sit up. I know that. Did he develop any new farming processes, or was he prominent in starting farming organizations? No. No, nothing like that. Oh, I don't know what to tell you. I thought that I can see in your eyes, Mr. Stainless, you shouldn't have come here at all. I guess it's poorly told what I can see now. There are hundreds of important things about Mr. Stainless. But there's nothing you can print in your head, Mr. Stainless. If only the world could see that one of my loves has nothing, if they could understand or understand their needs to know them for what they truly are, rather than for what they seem to be. There is no great news story here upon which to pile black scareheads. No scoops to stop the presses. Nothing to widen the eyes or raise the eyebrows on the city deck. Just Mrs. Springer. And a desire bent down to have the world know her as well as she was and as she still is, with an assault of her memory-cloying obsession. Hello, Mrs. Springer. Oh, there. Is that water cold in here? Oh, yes, I just brought it up from the well. Oh, Mary, you're the finest wife a man ever had. And you know, he's got quite a farm here. Yes, it's a fine farm, Mr. Stainless. You know, I think it looks pretty as just a sunset. That's a pretty sunset, too. Pretty sky, the fields, they're pretty. And you're pretty. Are you sure? Always. You'd ever get tired of holding my hand, do you? What? We're going to bring this together more or less. Two of us are strong. We can do it together. No, I only wish we had our house. That's special. Oh, that doesn't matter. We have little billies. He's probably crying for you right now. Oh, no, he's on the porch. I'll hear him if he cries. He just lies there and looks for these big blue eyes. I think that blue is yours, Mr. Springer. William Springer. Oh, he's our eternal spring, Billy. He's something to work for. Something as solid as this earth. Oh, it makes me feel good, Mary. Oh, yes. It makes me feel like my prayer. Yes. Oh, my heart's pounding, Mr. Springer. That was insane. But that's called... that's called the cross, really. It's like a nightmare, remember? Everything seems to cross. All the hopes of a lifetime. Look at it, Billy. The whole crop is dead. It's all gone. Oh, my God, look at them. They're horrible. They look like my children dying. Oh, Mary, don't. See here, Mr. Springer. You mustn't. Oh, the pity at me. The pity for the end of our road. No, Mary darling. No, no, we're not. Oh, but Billy... Here, hold my hand, Mary. Now, don't cry. Yeah. Oh, Billy. Everything we've went for. Everything we've built in our hearts and hands. It's gone. No, no, Mrs. Springer. It's not a gond. We still have the best land of all young Billy. And we still have each other. But what do we do? Oh, the crops above the ground may be dead, but there's still richness and power in the earth. We can't give up. Wait until spring. We'll plant again and hope again. And someday we'll have a special little white house. Oh, we've so much to hope for. But we have a whole life ahead of us, Mary. There'll be more spring. That is the rest of our self-power. And that rhythm. It's hard. And I just couldn't wait to cross the river back. But this is how I am. I didn't want spring to come again. Nothing's hard. And then I got sick. I didn't want to live. But Mrs. Springer held my heart. You know, all spring, he did work in the field. And at once he would spit by my bed and hold my heart. I would say, Uncle Michael, it might be a little better, but it's easy. I don't know. The doctor said that the night would be the worst. But he still held my hand, and I got well. But I'd better take my spot now. I'm not going to stay there any longer. Look, it's tired. I can't be tired, Uncle Michael. I don't need it. The doctor says he's more than fine. He has a world of it. He won't tell you what to hold on to. And that's the problem. He won't tell you what to do. This is right. But I'll come early any more. All right. He'll be there. He'll be there. I don't know. He'll be there. He'll be there. He'll be there. He can't go there. He talked to me like a kid, but I couldn't talk to her. He'd hold me down, telling me to be by her. He'd like to say that a shit could fall to a shit, so I could just do it. Hold on, Uncle Michael. Hold on, Uncle Michael. Hold on, Uncle Michael. I want to hear your life too, wifey. That was a long, long time ago, wasn't it? Yes, a long, long time ago. What about this house, Mrs. Gray? Is it your house? Is it your own house? It looks like it's on the other side. It's on the other side. It's on the other side. It's on the other side. It's on the other side. It's on the other side. Yeah. Where'd you know it was Mrs. Gray? Oh, stop right there. Look at that. Whatever you're going to do with that. Are you going blind for it? No, Mrs. Gray. Are you still a police or a boy, Mrs. Gray? No, Mrs. Gray. You're going to get a place to play, baby. Oh, Mrs. Gray. Stop babbling, Mrs. Gray. I know what I'm doing. Stop babbling, Mrs. Gray. Oh, it's there. No, it's there. It's there. Oh, this is my house. There we go. There we go. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. What are you doing there? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. It's so beautiful. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. How can a wonderful, wonderful man like you have a funny looking old lady like you? It's the time for the first housework, isn't it? Mrs. Gray. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Gray. No such a thing. I know how you feel. Now, I don't know if I want something that can come in our next day. But all I just saw was that no such thing was a ghost, no. No. I never saw this ghost that way before. But he won't. He won't. Oh, he won't. Okay.