All language subtitles for Road To Avonlea s01e03 The Quarantine at Alexander Abrahams.eng

(bird chirps)

(regal music)

(pleasant music)

(cheerful music)

- Good morning, Reverend.

- Miss Cuthbert.

(contented music)

- That'll be 35 cents, please.

(happy music)

- Aunt Olivia, doesn't
it make you think of

birds of paradise in a fiery red sunset?

- Well, I don't know, Sara,

I think that the cotton will
wear a lot better for school.

- Please?

I love it.

- Olivia, I'm amazed that

you're even considering such material.

Red is certainly not an
appropriate color for a young lady.

- Oh I love red.

I always feel so much more clever in it

than any other color.

Brown for instance
makes me feel very dull.

You should try red, Mrs. Lynde.

I'm sure you'd feel much more clever.

- Wouldn't catch me in red.

Red shouldn't appear on anything
but the devil, that's what.

Don't you agree, Reverend?

- What?

I'm sorry I didn't quite--

- The color red, it's not appropriate.

- Well, I don't know,

I've always been rather
partial to red myself.

- Your attitude shouldn't amaze me.

I don't think that any but fools

go into the ministry nowadays.

A fine example to set for
the young people of Avonlea.

- Mrs. Lynde, if you're that concerned

about Avonlea's younger generation,

you might like to lend a
hand in the Sunday school.

- What a wonderful opportunity, Rachel.

Think of it, molding all
of those young minds.

- Well, if it's proving
too much for you, Reverend,

uh, which class would
you like me to teach?

- Well, there's a boys
class and a girls class.

- Then I shall take the boys.

- Don't be hasty, Rachel.

- Uh, you might like the girls class best.

They're a very wild set
of boys, I'm afraid.

- I've never known boys who weren't,

and it's not what I like best

that must be considered, Reverend Leonard,

it's what's best for those boys.

- And heaven help those boys.

(merry music)

Rachel, I never cease being
amazed at your lack of tact.

- I have no tact.

I'm noted for that.

I would rather come
straight to a given point

than meander aimlessly about it.

- Say what you will.

You had no reason

to go after the Reverend
Leonard in that manner.

- Marilla, it is my experience that

these young pups of
ministers are apt to think

they can run everything and everyone

unless they're wholesomely
corrected now and again.

(lighthearted music)

- The girls class will be outside today

with Reverend Leonard.

(peaceful music)

(kids shouting)

Stop jabbering, all of you, and sit down!

I am aware that I am treading
where many have failed,

but I want you to know
I do not give up easily.

(kids laughing)

That's enough!

It's plain to me that if
you're not in mischief,

you're like as not plotting it,

but mark my words, you
won't get away with it.

Now I want to see no wriggling
and squirming in your seats

and no whispering.

I want to see two feet
planted on the floor

and your hands folded in front of you.

And I warn you,

I am a disciple of spare
the rod and spoil the child.

Now, I shall begin with attendance.

Clive Rupert.

- Present, ma'am.

- [Rachel] Fred Bell.

- Here.

- "Present, Mrs. Lynde."

- Present Mrs. Lynde.

- Andrew King?

- Here, ma'am.

- Mrs. Lynde to you too, thanks very much.

Felix King.

Felix King?
(thuds)

- Present, Mrs. Lynde.

- Jimmy Spencer.

Where is Jimmy Spencer?

- He ain't been here for three weeks.

- Is that so?

Why not?

Well, where does he live?

- He's the handy-boy
at Alexander Abraham's

down on White Sands Road.

- I shall have to speak
to Alexander Abraham then

about Jimmy Spencer.

Chasing errand boys all over the county.

I don't know what religion
in this island is coming too.

- Well, if I were you, Rachel,

I wouldn't go interfering
with Alexander Abraham.

He's not known to take kindly to visitors.

No woman has been known
to get inside that house

since his sister died 20 years ago.

- Oh yes, I remember his sister.

Matilda Abraham.

She scrubbed that kitchen
floor every second day.

She was a good housekeeper,

but she was a real crank too.

- I heard him threaten that

if a woman ever came into his yard,

he'd chase her off with a pitchfork.

- (laughs) Well, you can
mark my words, Marilla,

Alexander Abraham will not chase me off.

- Rachel, I don't know how you
think you can change anyone

when your own mind is so set.

(door slams)

- Everyone at church thought
you were a show-off, Sara,

dressing up the way you do.

- Oh, Felicity, you're just jealous

that no one even noticed
what you were wearing.

- If you really want to make
yourself noticed, Felicity,

then you shouldn't care so
much about your clothes.

It's all in how you wear it.

- [Felicity] Well, I
think you look ridiculous.

- It's no more ridiculous
to wear flowers in your hair

than on your dress.

- Well, if you're so smug, Sara Stanley,

I dare you to wear that old
funeral wreath on your head.

- Fine.

- Don't do it, Sara.

You have no business daring her, Felicity.

- Hurry up, I've gotta warn Jimmy Spencer.

He's gonna catch it this time
for missing Sunday School.

(pleasant music)

- There it is.

It's plain that there's
no one around that place.

- An old house with its windows all bare

always looks so lonely to me.

- To me it looks like something dead

with its eyes picked out.

- Felix.

What a dreadful thing to say.

- Come on, let's check the barn.

I gotta warn Jimmy.

- [Felicity] I don't know
why you're making such a fuss

over a hired boy.

- [Felix] He stood in for me

when I played hooky from Sunday school.

- [Cecily] You did?

- [Felix] Don't you say a word about it.

Come on.

(calm music)

- Well, so much for your plans, Felix.

He's nowhere to be seen.

- Yeah, poor Jimmy.

Maybe Mrs. Lynde's already been here

and taken him back to church.

- Please, let's go home.

I'm afraid of Mr. Abraham.

- Well, I'm not afraid of him.

In fact, I'd like to meet him.

He sounds interesting.

- Oh, Sara, you make me sick.

You think you can make
friends with anyone.

- Not with Old Man Abraham.

He hates women.

- I'm not a woman yet.

- All right then, I dare you
to make friends with him.

Go up to the door and knock.

You see.

She is so scared.

- I am not.

- Leave her alone, Felicity.

- Well then, go.

We'll wait.

(knocking on the door)

(dog barks)

- [Felix] Keep calm.

Don't show him you're scared!

(dog barking)

- I can make friends with anyone.

(knocking on the door)

He's not home.

- Well then I dare you
to go into his house.

- I can't do that.

- All you have to do is go inside,

count to 10, and come back out.

- All right, I'll do it.

- That ought to be interesting.

(ominous music)

- It's locked.

- So, try a window.

(concerned music)

- It's beautiful up here.

I can see for miles.

- Would you just hurry up?

Mr. Abraham might come back at any minute.

(troubled music)

(knocking on door)

(dog barks)

- Go on.

(dog barking)

Go on now.

(dog barks)

Go!

(dog barks)

Go on!

- Rachel Lynde!

Let's get out of here!

- I'm caught.

I can't move.

Felix.

- All right, all right.

Why me?

- Down, boy.

Get down.

(dog barking)

(puzzled music)

Down I said!

(dog barking)

Get away, you vile creature.
(dog barking)

(troubled music)

(dog barking)

(Rachel cries out)

- What do you think you're
doing in here, woman?

You're trespassing!

- Trespassing?

I should report you and that beast

to the Carmody Magistrate.

I ought to have you prosecuted
for having such an animal!

- You clear out.

- Alexander Abraham, I
have come to speak with you

whether you want to or not.

- Ow, quit it!

You're hurting me.

- It's better than falling two stories

to the ground, isn't it?

I probably saved your life.

- [Alexander] I'll call the dog off

if you get out!

- We can't get out that way.

- We'll have to go through the house.

(worried music)

Try and get out the front door.

(sneaking music)

- [Alexander] Confounded woman,

do you not understand the King's English?

Get out!

- Don't pride yourself,

it's you've I came to see, Mr. Abraham.

Where is Jimmy Spencer?

- Jimmy is not here.

He, uh, he no longer works for me.

- Well, in that case I won't
trouble you any further.

- Oh, I think that would
be the wisest thing.

Please leave quietly
(horse whinnies)

and quickly.
(dog barks)

- It's Doctor Blair
and Constable Jeffries.

- They've probably been
arrested for trespassing.

Oh, Felicity.

(dog barking)

(puzzled music)

- Mr. Abraham, you promised

you wouldn't let anyone in the house.

I see I didn't make it clear
how grave the situation is.

- I didn't let her in!

She barged right in
before I could stop her!

- How unfortunate.

- Would someone kindly
explain to me what--

- Mrs. Lynde, I have just
taken Mr. Abraham's hired boy,

Jimmy Spencer, to the
hospital in Charlottetown.

He's gravely ill with the smallpox.

Since Mr. Abraham has been exposed to it,

this house is under 14-day quarantine.

As you are here, you are
also under quarantine.

- Why didn't you tell me,
you cantankerous old fool?

- Tell you?

I did the kindest thing I could think of,

let you leave in happy ignorance!

- We've got to get out of here.

I don't want to be quarantined.

- Our only chance is to go now

while they're still in the sitting room.

- [Rachel] You can hide yourself away

from a ton of other things, Mr. Abraham,

but you can't hide away from me!

(Sara screams)

(catastrophic music)

- Sara Stanley, what in
Providence are you doing here?

- Are Felix and Sara going to jail?

- Shh.

They'll hear you.

Abner Jeffries is on duty.

Do you want to be arrested too?

- You're gonna have to
spend a lot of time together

under the same roof.

You won't improve the
situation by arguing.

And don't worry about the farm, Alexander.

Your hired hands will look after the work

while you're unable to.

Until I am sure that
you're all out of danger,

everybody must remain here.

If you need me, send one of
the hired hands to fetch me.

Constable Jeffries cannot leave his post.

- I have no idea why I must remain here.

I was vaccinated for the
smallpox not three weeks ago

as all sensible people were

at the first hint of
the disease in the area!

What's more, I have never
been sick a day in my life,

and I think this quarantine
business is just poppycock,

that's what!

- Mrs. Lynde, for once in your life

listen to a voice other than your own.

- I've been vaccinated
as well, in Montreal.

- Montreal, ha!

Providence knows what good that'll do you.

- It doesn't matter whether
you've been vaccinated or not.

You're still a carrier
of the disease to others.

- If in fact I must
remain here a fortnight,

may I ask that someone
go to Marilla Cuthbert

and have her pack a few things for me?

Tell her to put my two
print wrappers, some aprons,

and some changes of underclothing
into my third best valise.

I wouldn't want my best
one overrun with fleas.

- You'll have to make
out a list, Mrs. Lynde.

- Oh, and will you please
take this vile dog away?

I will not live with a dog in the house.

I'd rather have the smallpox.

- Look, I've got to put up with
you, two sneaking children.

You'll have to endure Mr. Riley!

- Keep a special eye on Felix.

He hasn't been vaccinated
and it could be a problem.

- I'll keep an eye on him, all right.

I wouldn't trust him as
far as I could throw him.

- Afternoon, Mrs. Lynde.

- Wipe that smile off
your face, Abner Jeffries,

and keep out of my way.

I will not tolerate a local handyman

with pretensions to being a policeman.

(lively music)

- But they're quarantined.

They might die.

It's all because you dared her, Felicity.

- It's not my fault she
was fool enough to do it.

(concerned music)

We'd better tell mother.

- Matilda Abraham would
turn over in her grave

if she could see this.

- I never did get your name.

- My name, sir, is Mrs. Rachel Lynde.

- Ah yeah, you're that
meddlesome do-gooder

always collecting money
for the foreign missions.

Tell me, have you managed
to save all the heathens

of the world yet?

- No, sir.

Obviously there are still some left.

- Oh, there are more heathens

amongst those old women gossips of Avonlea

than anywhere else in the
world that I can think of.

- I need a cup of tea
to settle my thoughts.

Where's your tea pot and I'll make some.

- You needn't mind.

I've been in the habit of
making my tea for 20 years.

- I daresay,

but you haven't been in
the habit of making mine.

I wouldn't eat anything you cooked.

I'd rather starve to death.

- You have your tea.

I'll have my own brand of comfort.

Ah!

- I am the president of
the Temperance Union.

We will drink tea in this
house while I am in it

and tea only.

- Confound you, woman.

You can go straight to-

- Halifax!

I would love to if I
could, but since I can't,

let's make the best of
it like sensible people.

And in the future I
will ask you to remember

that my name is Mrs.
Rachel Lynde, not woman!

And that goes for you two as well.

Felix, you look as if you
could us a little exercise.

Start a fire.

And you,

let's see if you even
know how to make toast.

Give me that ridiculous-looking wreath.

Looks like something
you'd put on the grave.

(defeated music)

- Oh, Alec.

How am I gonna explain
this to Hetty and Olivia?

They've barely left for Charlottetown

and they've entrusted Sara in
my care for the first time.

- Well, I'm sure it's not
as serious as you think.

And as for you two,

I can just imagine how Sara
ended up in that house.

I'll give you cause to remember
this till your latest hour.

Now march.

I'll go and get some
things together for Felix.

Go and find a doctor, Alec.

Rachel Lynde looking after my boy.

- Rachel Lynde and Alexander Abraham

trapped together in the
same house. (laughs)

(cheerful music)

- Morning, Miss Cuthbert.

Mind you, don't come any closer.

Nothing personal, just doing my job.

- I can see that.

Now, uh, how do you suggest
that I give this to Mrs. Lynde?

- Just entrust it to me.

- Did you bring my wrappers?

- I brought everything that
was on the list, Rachel.

- This house is a pigsty
from center to circumference.

- Ah, a fine kettle of fish
you've found yourself in.

- It's beyond me how I'm going to put up

with that dreadful man,

not to mention his beast of a dog.

What am I going to do?

- Do?

What is there to do?

Some day you'll, uh,
get some sense, I hope.

- Abner Jeffries, make yourself useful

and put my things where I can reach them.

(lighthearted music)

I've been dying to fall on this house,

but I can't scour it in a silk shirtwaist.

(coughs)

- Mrs. Lynde, please shut the window.

You're letting out all sorts of germs!

- Let me know if you need anything.

- I will, I will.

(uncertain music)

(cows mooing)

(chickens clucking)

- It simply has to be cleaned.

I can tolerate men and
dogs if I'm compelled to,

but I cannot and will not
tolerate dirt and disorder.

Go into the sitting room.

- Since it's my sitting room,

that's what I shall do, you
unspeakably dreadful woman.

(thoughtful music)

- Well, don't just stand there.

Get out of this ridiculous
dress and help me.

Felix?

Take this outside.

Yeah.

Ugh.

(modest music)

Well, at least we can see the furniture

now that the dust is gone.

(delicate music)

Mind you say your prayers.

Thank God you didn't stumble in here

without me to look after ya.

Better get to bed.

Early start in the morning.

Lord knows there's enough cleaning here

to last us a month of Sundays.

- When I get out of here

I swear that you and
Felicity will do my chores

for the rest of my life.

- Felix, it's not all my fault.

You're the one who broke the branch.

- Well you shouldn't
have agreed to the dare

in the first place.

- I am taking a solemn oath
never to accept a dare again

as long as I live.

Can't let her get the best of us.

- Who, Felicity or Mrs. Rachel Lynde?

- Neither of them.

(simple music)

- Rise and shine!

The sun's been up for an hour!

I suppose people sleep
until noon in Montreal.

(calm music)

Ah, Sara, get the cornmeal
down from that shelf over there

and mix some batter for muffins.

- [Sara] I don't know how.

- Well, that's what you
get with fluffs for brains.

I told your Aunt Olivia
she was in for a struggle

when you came along.

I see she hasn't made much progress.

Mind you, you can't make a
silk purse out of a sow's ear.

(Alexander sniffs)

Don't over-stir, child.

They'll be as tough as nails.

Now where's that boy?

Felix?

- Yes?

- Oh no you don't.

Before you have anything to
eat there's work to be done.

I need kindling for the fire.

- I'll never be able to find anything now!

- There's gratitude for you.

Men are bigger babies than babies.

Sit down and have your breakfast.

Sara, Felix, sit down.

You think I'm going to
serve breakfast twice?

(expressive music)

- Don't feed that creature at the table!

It should be in the barn where it belongs!

- It's certainly got a
cleaner mouth than you do!

- Which is probably more than you can say

for yourself, Mr. Abraham!

Get out of here, you filthy mongrel!

You'll get no food from me, you scavenger!

- That woman is straight from--

- Halifax.

(bemused music)

- Just make sure you take
proper care of that boy.

He needs three solid meals a day.

- You feed that boy too well.

He'll be a lot healthier
with me than at home.

- Well, I'll thank your own counsel

on how I raise my children.

- If you kept a tighter reign on them

they wouldn't be in this
mess in the first place.

- You mark my words, Rachel Lynde,

if either of those children gets sick

I'll hold you personally responsible!

(lively music)

(Janet grunts)

- Uh,

so, uh, Felix tells me they
call you The Story Girl.

- Aren't you the one they
call the woman hater?

- (laughs) Well, if all
the woman of the world

were like that dreadful creature
that's taken over my home

I'd have to say there
was some truth in that.

- Well, maybe you don't like her

because you don't understand her.

- Oh, I understand her, all right.

She's a confirmed busybody.

- I'm sure she has her
good qualities though.

She's a very good housekeeper.

- My sister prided herself
on her housekeeping.

Let me tell you something,

living with perfection is hell on earth!

Oh, excuse my language.

At my stage of life

why should I even think
about having a bath?

- Because a lady asks you to.

- Because a lady asks me.

Yeah, I like that.

(expressive music)

- The knife should always be set

with the blade facing inward.

When you do something, Sara
Stanley, do it thoroughly.

I am noted for doing things thoroughly.

This will be a thoroughly good supper.

Alexander Abraham, for all his faults,

does not scrimp in the larder.

(exalted music)

- For what we are about to receive

may the Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

(regal music)

I appreciate the fact that

I've had such an influence
on you, Mr. Abraham.

I knew you would try to raise
yourself to my standards.

And I want you to know it
has not gone over my head.

- You certainly can cook, woman,

eh, excuse me, Mrs. Rachel Lynde,

even better than my sister could.

- Matilda was not noted for her cooking.

- Well, you're a good cook.

It's a pity you're such a detestable crank

in other respects.

(dreadful music)

(uncertain music)

- At supper you called me a crank.

- Yes, I'm sure you find it
convenient to be a crank.

People are careful with how
they meddle with a crank.

- I'm sure you've found that

in your own experience, Mr. Abraham.

- I simply wish to be left alone.

- Cheer up, Mr. Abraham.

Quarantine will be up in a while,

and then you'll certainly be left alone

for the rest of your natural-born life.

Then you can return to
your wallowing in the mire

and be as dirty and as
comfortable as you were

before the fates threw us all together.

- Sleep well, Mrs. Rachel Lynde.

(pleasant music)

- Mrs. Lynde!

Come quick!

Mr. Abraham wants you!

(worried music)

- What is it?

- [Alexander] What are
the symptoms of smallpox?

- Chills and flushes, pains
in the limbs and back,

nausea, and vomiting.

(Alexander coughs)

Why do you ask?

(Alexander coughs)

I said, why do you ask?

(Alexander coughs)

I think we'd better get Abner Jeffries

to send for the doctor.

(concerned music)

Well, Doctor?

- It is definitely smallpox.

A very mild form, very minor,
but smallpox nonetheless.

I hate to tell you this,

but it means another
two weeks of quarantine.

- Oh, Lord help us.

- I'll see if I can get a nurse,

but it's going to be difficult

as they're over busy with cases in town,

but I'll do my best.

- I should hope so.

- In the meantime,

as Mr. Abraham doesn't
need anything at present,

no one must go near him,

and that means you, Mrs. Lynde.

I'll go to Carmody and see
who I can bring back to help.

I'll see myself out, thank you.

- I don't take orders from
anyone, even if he is a doctor.

Sara, go and make a pot
of tea for Mr. Abraham.

- Shall I bring him some
of your lemon puffs?

- Gracious providence, girl.

You don't give lemon puffs to a person

who's feverish and sick.

Make some toast.

I can trust you with that, can't I?

Lemon puffs.

Maybe they do that in gay Paris,

but they don't in these parts.

(expressive music)

- Oh, Matilda, leave me alone.

- I am not your dearly
departed sister, Mr. Abraham.

And if you would just stop groaning

and exert a little willpower,

you'll be better in no time.

(hopeful music)

- Is his fever still very high?

- If it was any higher
this house would burn down.

He's as delirious as a coot.

Oh, thank you, Sara.

I don't know what I
would've done without you

these past few days.

Oh, Felix, will you get
this dog out of the room?

Everywhere I go he's there.

- I don't feel well.

- Saints preserve us.

Go and get some sleep, Sara.

I don't want anyone
else to up and get sick.

- Felix, are you asleep?

- No.

- Is there anything I can do?

- Can you tell me one of your stories?

- [Sara] Of course, Felix.

I'll tell you one of the nicest I know.

(contented music)

- Whoa.

Constable Jeffries?

If you slept with your mouth closed

you'd be lest susceptible to disease.

- Miss Cuthbert.

- May I entrust you to
deliver these safely?

- They're not lack for supplies.

It's all I can do to keep
her out of the house.

(bemused music)

- Morning, Janet.

Fine day, isn't it?

- I suppose I could call it fine, Marilla,

if I didn't have a sick child
lacking for his mother's care.

- I don't think that Felix
is lacking for care, Janet.

- Well, if he'd been cared for
properly he wouldn't be sick.

I hold Rachel Lynde responsible.

- Now, don't be hasty, Janet.

(simple music)

- Of all the ungrateful
women in the world,

you are the worst, Janet King.

I'm doing my very best for those children.

- I just saw my boy through the window

and he's so pale and thin

he looks like he's
ready to meet his maker.

- Ladies, please.

- Well, I ask you.

It would take a lot more than
smallpox to ruin his appetite.

- Mrs. Lynde, it is my duty to
ask you remain in the house.

- Abner Jeffries, don't
be such a pompous fool.

- I do hold you responsible, Rachel Lynde.

I wouldn't trust you to look
after a dog I didn't like!

- Janet, don't be unreasonable.

Rachel is a very capable manager.

It's a good thing for those
children that she's there.

- How can you stand there
so brazenly and defend her?

You couldn't possibly
understand how a mother feels.

- Janet King, if I had two children

as foolhardy as Felix and Sara are,

I'd be ashamed to admit to anyone

that I had anything to
do with putting them up.

Rachel is doing her best,

and once you calm down
to the point of sanity,

maybe you'll, uh, come to your senses.

(expressive music)

- You shouldn't come near me.

You're risking your life.

- Nonsense.

I couldn't see a fellow creature
starve to death, even you.

It's my duty and I never shirk my duty.

- More than death I detest
the idea of a nurse.

- You are a man I would not
normally give the time of day to

and you have a vile dog,

but I won't see you die for lack of care.

- Have you given my poor
dog anything to eat yet?

- Of course.

He has had a better dinner
than many a Christian.

(happy music)

- You know, Sara, you have surprised me.

You're pulling your load, that's what.

Maybe there's hope for you after all.

- I've enjoyed helping you, Mrs. Lynde.

I've felt that we were
sisters of mercy together.

- (laughs) Sisters of mercy.

Well, I guess we were.

Now, you go and get some sleep, child,

while our two patients
are resting comfortably.

- [Sara] I'm going to sit
with Felix for a while.

(touching music)

- Don't look at me with those sad eyes.

Your master's going to be just fine.

You know, Mr. Riley,

I think I have something
that you might like.

I've been saving this for you.

(lulling music)

(rooster crows)

(sentimental music)

- I must say, Mrs. Lynde,

I couldn't have found a better nurse.

Both patients have come a
long way in the past week.

- Just doing my duty, Dr. Blair,

as one human being would do for another.

- I must be going.

Unfortunately not all the
inhabitants of Avonlea

are doing as well.

Thank you again.

You're a good soul, Rachel.

- Good soul, my aunty.

- But you are a good soul, Mrs. Lynde.

You don't sit up with
someone night after night

unless you care about them.

- Mrs. Rachel Lynde,

must I die of thirst before
anyone hears me calling?

- There is nothing worse in this world

than the convalescing male.

- Isn't it enough that you
come into a man's peaceful home

and turn it upside down?

Do you have to go and
alienate his dog's affections?

- He'll get fond of you
again when I go home.

Dogs are not very particular that way.

All they want is bones, that's what.

What ever are you reading, Sara?

I never saw a girl with
her nose in a book more.

You should be keeping your
hands busy, not lolling about.

- Ah, she's keeping her mind busy.

- You have some wonderful
books here, Mr. Abraham.

I especially like this one.

- Well child, I wish you could
cook as well as you can read.

You can starve on words.

- Food for the soul, Mrs.
Lynde, food for the soul.

(perky music)

- The doctor has arrived!

Bye, Mr. Abraham.

I've no doubt you're glad to be rid of me.

I suppose this house
will be dirtier than ever

in a month's time.

Mr. Riley will have discarded

any little polish his
manners have taken on.

Reformation in men and
dogs never goes very deep.

- You're quite a woman, Mrs. Rachel Lynde.

That tongue of yours is going
to hang you one of these days.

Do you think you could...

- Could what, Mr. Abraham?

- Visit me?

- Well, perhaps I will visit,

if just to shame you into
keeping house a little better

now that you know my standards.

(Mr. Riley barks)

Mr. Riley, I'll come to see you too.

- Oh!

Felix, you're a sight for sore eyes.

- I was so sick I almost died!

- He's none the worse for
wear, Janet, as you can see.

Looks like you've done a
good job here, Mrs. Lynde.

- Oh.

- Oh, yes, Mrs. Lynde.

I do believe I owe you an apology.

- That's not necessary.

I understand how some people

can lose their head in a crisis.

Not like Sara, here.

She was a great help to me.

- Thank you, Mrs. Lynde.

- (laughs) Well, Dr. Blair,

I'm glad you could take time
out of your busy schedule

to make sure that we could
resume our normal lives.

- I wouldn't dream of letting
you and the children stay here

a moment longer than necessary,

and nor you, of course,
Constable Jeffries.

- Thank you, Doctor.

As long as you're sure the
situation is, uh, under control,

I guess I can take my leave.

(sentimental music)

- Goodbye, Mr. Abraham.

- Mind you come back from time to time.

Visit me.

- Of course I will.

Thank you.

(friendly music)

- Bye, Mr. Abraham.

Take care of yourself if that's possible

and maybe I'll look in on you on Sunday.

I'll make one of my red currant cakes.

I'm noted for them.

- Thank ya.

(modest music)

- Take care of Mr. Riley.

- Bye.

- Ah, you have surprised me, Rachel.

You are not as unbending as an oak.

There is a bit of the willow after all.

- Well, Felicity, I won the dare.

Mr. Alexander Abraham is now
one of my very dear friends.

(pleasant music)

(bird hooting)

(soaring music)

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