When Calls the Heart

Previously on When Calls the Heart...

It's time for you to officially step in as Mayor, Abigail.

We're neighbors!

Isn't it fabulous?

Since you're my business partner,

I guess you'd have no problem running the cafe

if I take over as Mayor.

Our whole town's praying for healing, Jack.

: Spring has always been

my favorite time of year.

It brings the promise of happiness,

new hope, new life, new dreams,

and nowhere is that promise more real

than it is in Hope Valley, on a beautiful spring morning.

Penny for your thoughts?

I'll give 'em to you for free.

Rip desperately needs a bath.

I hope Abigail made scones this morning, and you...

look absolutely beautiful.

You know, it isn't usually a good idea

to make a woman blush while you're rowing.

- Why's that? - Because she might just kiss you

and then you'd drop the oars.

And then we'll be stuck in the middle of the pond all day.

Well, we wouldn't want that to happen, now, would we?

Maybe we would.

Then who would do your morning rounds?

I'm sure Hope Valley could get along without me for just a day.

I couldn't.

Sure you could.

I'm serious, Jack.

When you had pneumonia, and I thought I might lose you...

You're never gonna lose me, Elizabeth.

Well it's easy to say that now...

I knew it, even back then.

How?

I don't know.

Just had a feeling that it wasn't my time yet...

that there was more I was meant to do.

Oh! There's the man of the hour.

The 7:00 a.m. hour?

The breakfast hour...

Mm... honey-bunny.

- Do you have to call me that? - Don't change the subject.

There is no better way to start the day

than with a good breakfast,

and this morning, it is Eggs Benedict, Vienna sausage, and toast.

I think I'm gonna have to go with just the toast.

Lee Coulter! That is the fourth time this week

that you have skipped breakfast.

Well, there's just so much happening at the mill right now.

Well, you still have to eat.

I am! Toast!

That is not what I meant, and you know it.

I gotta go. But I promise to be home for dinner, okay?

- I love you! -

: Here she comes.

You must tell Mrs. Sartori

she can't raise chickens in town.

They woke me up at 4:00 a.m.

Chickens can't tell time, Florence.

But, Abigail, you are the Mayor,

- and as the Mayor... - I'm not the Mayor until 10:00.

My neighbors are burning grass today.

Wednesdays are the day I do my laundry.

How am I supposed to get my clothes clean?

My point exactly.

What's the use of having laws if we don't enforce them?

I'm not sure we have laws about chickens and laundry.

Then maybe we should.

Someone giving you trouble out there?

Ever since I became mayor.

You need me to talk to them?

What I need is a break from petty complaints

from people who have nothing better to do.

You know, there's a chance you may have to stay on as Mayor. What then?

That sounds like you don't think Henry Gowen

will be cleared of the criminal charges.

It's not a stretch.

One day at a time, right?

Abigail, there's someone out front who wants to see you.

- I hope it's not about chickens. - It's a man I've never seen before.

May I help you?

Hello! I told the young lady I was looking for the mayor.

- Do you know where I could find him? - You've found her.

Her?

- You're the mayor? - Last time I checked.

A woman mayor.

Now, that's different.

Well, we like to be different here.

And I like your attitude.

And you are?

Ray Wyatt. With the National Pacific Railroad.

I'm here to bring the future to Hope Valley.

You may want to polish those boots.

Why's that?

I heard a rumor that Superintendent Collins is coming to see you tomorrow.

Where'd you hear that?

My buddies at Mountie Headquarters.

Any idea what it's about?

Not a clue. But we both know

Collins never stops by for a social visit.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Bill.

: Now, you already have a spur line

that runs to the sawmill and back,

but the railroad wants to put in a main line

right through Hope Valley, straight through to the West Coast.

The depot will be just outside of town.

How far outside?

About a quarter-mile. Right here.

: The train'll stop once a day. That'll mean plenty of people

spending plenty of their hard-earned money in your town.

I'm sure everyone would love a little more business,

but how we go about it is another matter.

And that's why we wanted to talk to you first.

- Get your approval for the route. - In my opinion,

I think the town should hear all this directly from you.

You just tell us when and where, and we'll be there.

You look like you're working hard.

Ah, cows pushed a hole in the fence.

Lucky thing none of them got out.

Let me give you a hand.

Hey, Laura. How's school?

Good. See you later, Dad.

I am glad to see you and Laura doing so well.

Yeah.

Hard to believe we've been here nearly two years.

It must be time to renew the lease with the town.

I'm gonna talk to the Mayor about it tomorrow.

I couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

All right, everyone. This is Cyrus Rivera.

His father works for the railroad company,

and they just moved to Hope Valley.

Can everyone say "Hello, Cyrus."

: Hello, Cyrus.

You can take a seat right here, next to Hattie, okay?

Can't he sit over there?

He can sit next to me!

Well, thank you, Opal, but I already assigned Cyrus a seat.

Now, with the railroad coming to town,

there are going to be a lot of new students in our classroom.

There are already a lot of new students.

Well, our friends from the settlement

aren't new anymore, we're a family now.

But we like sitting with our friends.

You know what?

It's time for a change.

Anna... I want you to sit next to Maggie,

and Robert,

you may take a seat next to Timmy.

Richard, next to Paul.

Okay, so deposit that into the business account,

so we're ready for payroll in two days.

- Yes, sir. Mr. Coulter? - Yeah?

If the railroad does come to town,

do you think we'll get a contract?

Well, we're certainly gonna try.

There you are!

Oh, you have company.

Uh, Rosemary, Murphy McBride. My new manager.

Mr. Coulter talks about you all the time.

That's my little honey-bunny.

- Excuse me? - Murphy. Bank.

Ahem. Yes, sir.

So, what is all this?

Fabric swatches for that old chair of yours.

Old? I just got it last spring.

Well, it's drab beyond words.

I was leaning towards this tone.

I think it'll really brighten up the room.

- It's pink. - It's fuchsia.

Oh... You're a man. You don't know what you like.

Actually, there is one thing that I really would like.

New curtains!

I couldn't agree with you more.

No. No. Not new curtains.

When you're in my office,

maybe you shouldn't call me honey-bunny.

It's a term of endearment.

I-I know, but don't you think it's a little...

silly?

- Silly? - Yeah.

Oh. I see.

I guess you'd prefer me to call you Mr. Coulter?

Like your other employees?

I never said you were an employee.

Lee. Married couples

- have nicknames for each other. - : Not that they use in public.

What was that?

Nothing. No. Um...

Actually, you know, I was just thinking...

maybe I need to come up with a nickname for you.

Yeah. Something like, um...

"Squidget."

Squidget? That's not even a word.

I know! It's not! It's a nickname.

It's... It's your new nickname.

- Lee, that is... - Silly?

Sweet.