ep01 Alice Might Leave Town

There's music in the air, when the infant mourn is night, and fidget blushes sin, from the bright and loving sky. Down our way, where folks really enjoy living. Maybe they're a little bit old-fashioned, but they consider singing a mighty important part of living.

The people have a ready smile and a heart that's bigger than their town. They like home cooking in fresh country air. Most of all, they like to gather at Eli Jenkins and practice their songs.

You win thunderation. Everybody knows I've been closing up at five o'clock for thirteen years. Alright, alright, I'm coming. I don't know why folks have to come around this turbine. What is it? I'm so sorry, Father, you're Mr. Jenkins.

Oh, Alice. Well, that's all right. I just didn't know who it was. I never expect to see you coming around for groceries, being as how you boarded the Myrtle Foster. I didn't come for groceries, Mr. Jenkins. I was just passing on my way home from school, and I wanted to ask if I might come a little early to the

singing rehearsal tonight. I'd like to ask you advice about something, if I may. Oh, I reckon it's how that'll be all right, but what's troubling you? Within the next few hours, I must decide whether to stay with my school teaching here or whether to go away to To an entirely new life. Well, now that is serious. You think you might go away

You don't seem exactly happy at the thought of it either But I'm afraid that's what I'm going to have to do. Well, now you just come around early and we'll talk about this Alice Jenny and me will be through with supper by a half past six and this door will be locked so you come to the side stairs. Thanks, Mr. Jenkins. You're always so understanding. See