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Hello, Gus.

Felicity.

Better make myself a date in here.

So, you on your way home?

I guess so.

You shouldn't get so overheated. You'll catch pneumonia.

Ah.

Strong as a bull.

Yes.

I'm stuck here until I finish stacking all this hair of wood.

I'll help.

Let's be with baby carrots.

Oh, gosh, I love you. Oh, I love you, boy.

There you have it.

Complete. Finished.

I've brought you my manuscript to critique in exchange for like services

as per our agreement.

Although, of course, I have no way to rush the creative process of your own

unfinished work.

Lord, you do churn them out, don't you?

Perhaps we could, and I know it's short notice.

Would you enjoy dining with me tomorrow night?

Dining? Perhaps at the White Sands, at my house with the children around. It's

not very intimate.

Intimate? No, it isn't.

Much easier to perform our editorial task away from prying eyes.

Oh, Ted, I see.

Well, uh...

Privacy is a must amidst dangling participles, to be sure.

Lucy, love God!

Lucy, love God!

You're a bunch of trousers!

Lucy,

don't pay any attention to them.

Well, what was it like?

What was what like?

Did he embrace you in his arms first, or did you have to kiss him?

How could you be so vulgar, Sarah?

Nothing happened.

How could anything happen?

I never get any privacy.

Not at school, not at home, not anywhere.

You're so lucky living on your own with Aunt Hedy. You can't be serious.

Living with five other people is like living in a fishbowl.

At least you have your own room. No one barges in on you. Aunt Hedy nearly makes

notes of anything that's moved from its place in my room. It's not the same.

I'm sick of... Dean, you'll know soon enough.

I want to be treated like a woman.

I want to know what it feels like to swoon in a man's arms.

I thought you wanted to be kissed. I mean, how can you swoon and kiss at the

same time?

Well, you... I don't know.

Sarah, what if I never find out?

What if I die an old maid in Avonlea without ever having been kissed?

Or swooned.

And you too, Daniel. Look at the mess you've made for Mummy. Oh, my God.

Look what your son's done.

Look at this mess.

Mess, this?

I got a brood of incontinent pigs.

That dog is possessed, I swear.

It's inspiring to make my life a misery.

We'll take the devil over nature any day. One more foot of snow on that barn

roof, it'll collapse.

I have been lugging children and wet laundry and pails around all day long.

arms are about to snap off. Well, you don't need arms as much as you need a

back. And mine, oof. Well, sell it.

Don't be silly. Arms are way more important than back.

Janet, a back is like a chin. It's what defines a man. It's what makes us

different to jellyfish. I mean, arms. Oh, well, arms are what?

Accessories, I suppose.

Well...

You're right, if I didn't have arms, I couldn't do that.

What?

I mean, I couldn't take dancing.

Dancing?

Oh, Alec, we haven't had a real night out since... I don't remember when.

Well, my beauty, what do you say?

We should be able to steal away for one evening.

How romantic, Father.

Surely you could knock.

If you were to live up to your intentions, Father, I'd be more than

babysit.

Without a care in the world, you and Mother could stay out as late as you

to.

What a heavenly idea.

Father and father are going off to the White Sands tomorrow night, and I'm

babysitting. Not me, you're not.

Exactly. If you make yourself scarce, I won't tell if you won't.

Oh, Felicity, shame on you.

Do we have a bargain?

You could stay at our house. You could stay in a rabbit hole for all I care.

Just don't be at home.

What's in it for me?

A night of freedom.

What's in it for you, Felicity? I know you're up to something.

Oh, God.

Felicity, don't be so juvenile. And don't be so stuck up and serious.

If you tell your father that you're at my house and I tell my parents I'm at

your house... Then we can go anywhere and do anything we want. We could go to

the lighthouse and maybe see the ghost of the golden flea.

But what about Gus?

I'll bet Gus won't be there if Felicity has anything to do with it.

Oh, no, I do hesitate to leave you on your own now.

Aunt Hattie, I'm old enough to stay by myself.

You are?

Well, all right.

Besides, with Janet and Alex so close by, should you get lonely, you can

stay there, can't you?

Felicity, come in.

Hurry, don't let in the cold.

Hello, Aunt Hattie.

I'm so nervous.

Will you take care of Cecily and Daniel?

Of course, but you are taking a chance inviting God.

Sarah, come with me.

Felicity, if you're too frightened to even ask him to dinner, how are you

to eat with him?

I heard your voice and I thought I was dreaming.

I was in the neighborhood.

I mean, um, do you like beef?

Well, it doesn't have to be beef, really. Not everyone likes beef.

If you'd like to, would you like to come to dinner tomorrow night?

Sure.

What time would your mother expect me?

My mother.

You're probably working, aren't you? No. It's my night off.

Well, you might have other plans.

I never turned down a meal.

Oh.

God.

Fine.

Oh, wonderful.

Six o 'clock, then.

Six and a half.

I don't know what's possessed you for.

You're making eyes at me all day.

I said to you, really, Janet, don't go putting nonsense in the girl's head.

Good night, Felix.

Yes, you behave yourself with the pettibones, huh? Yes.

You must be imagining things, Father. Mr. Pettibone doesn't let us get away

anything. It's worse than here.

Good. Good night.

Oh, yes, Felicity. When you give Daniel his bottle, be sure and rub his back

afterwards because if he has any gas at all, he won't sleep.

Oh, and don't, for heaven's sakes, jiggle him. I won't.

And make sure he's in bed no later than 7 .30. Yes, Mother.

And don't let him suck his thumb.

Oh, and... Good night.

Cecily, they're gone. Hurry.

Hurry.

All right, I'm going. But remember, you promised to help me with my mathematics

for two months. Yes.

I promise I promise I promise

I can't decide.

Will this do?

And how do you look absolutely resplendent?

Now, Sarah, you mustn't be excessive.

After all, it is only a... A business dinner.

Oh, yes, quite.

What?

Aunt Hattie, you wouldn't mind if Bethel and Daniel stayed to keep me company,

would you?

Oh, what a good idea.

Where's Melissa Day? Oh, Lord.

Well, I hope there's enough supper for everyone.

I don't know.

Great Josephette.

Calm yourself, children.

Calm yourself.

Just a minute.

Uh -oh.

Forgot my manners.

Wouldn't want your father hearing me doing something so disrespectful.

My father isn't home.

Oh.

Sure is quiet around here.

Jeff, you and... Me.

Everyone else had an urgent plan that came up at the last minute.

I couldn't bear to inconvenience you guys.

You know, I think that you are more radiant now than the day I married you.

Well, Alec, maybe that's because I'm married to a man like you.

Who gave you four wild children.

Oh, but they're very good -looking children, Alec. I mean, they could have

wild and...

Hideously ugly. No.

Not with a mother like you.

Would you like some more beef?

Uh, yeah.

Please.

Uh, you had to know it was my favorite.

Better than Chef Pierre can cook up over at the White Sun.

How thoughtful of you.

The potatoes. Uh, yes, please.

The carrots.

Not to mention that you look a darn sight prettier in an apron.

Oh, they're my favorite vegetable.

Also my favorite, yeah.

And parsnips.

Uh, did I tell you how much I like your hair up?

Alec, I'd never agree to that, and you know it.

So you see, it turns the plot 360 degrees.

Oh, that's positively ingenious.

A romantic liaison with a handsome neighbor.

Ah, interesting.

Oh, Alec.

Alec, the positive.

Improper. That's what I call it.

Improper.

Inelegant. And inequivocably flat.

Oh, without adjectives, it's like... Janet,

Alec, are you out? For criticism.

Good evening.

You certainly know how to dish it out quite very well.

But can you take it? That's what I want to know. I'm sorry, but will we stop

acting like children?

Children?

Children.

Children.

You're watching mine.

You're watching mine.

Teddy, I'm sorry.

It was only meant as constructive criticism. Surely you can see there are

many adjectives. Teddy, please.

One night out after something like two years ruined.

It's not like Felicity let the children get away with murder.

She's usually so on top of everything.

Father, you won't believe what we heard.

For your sake, Izzy.

I hope I do.

Nate,

hot bear.

More wood still?

No, no.

That's all right.

Coffee's cooling down, huh?

Oh, but this is your best shirt.

It's fine.

Really. Well, don't you need it for work tomorrow?

Uh -huh.

Coffee stains if you don't get it out quickly.

All right, what's going on?

You're home.

Mr. King, sir.

Gus Pike.

I want to know just what business it is of yours to be here with Felicity

unbeknownst to us.

I asked him, Father.

Felicity, how could you be so irresponsible to ship our babies off

night?

Mr. King, it's not what it... You'd better get out of that house.

Now.

And that's for you, young lady.

I never get to be alone.

Oh, Felicity, that's not the point.

We trusted you.

We brought you up to be responsible.

I told you, nothing happened.

Have respect.

For us, for yourself, for the moral code of this community.

Why can't you believe me?

Believe what?

The lie about your babysitting the children?

Or the lie you had your brother tell us? Or the lie... Alec. You had the

Pettibone children tell us? Or the lie you had Sarah tell?

Alec.

Everything you have done tonight has been a lie. Now, why should I believe

now?

We didn't do anything.

We just wanted to spend some time together.

We just wanted to be together. Is that so terrible?

Well, your freedom is a thing of the past, young lady. If I catch you so much

speaking with Gus Pike, even thinking about him, I'll... Doesn't anybody

understand?

It's awful.

How could I be such a fool?

I've got to apologize to Gus, but I'm not permitted to see him or even speak

him.

He may never want to speak to me again.

They're the lowest moment of my entire life.

You'll have to write Gus a letter.

But it'll be so feeble.

I mean, what do I say?

Dear Gus, I'm so sorry I lied to you too.

He'll laugh at it anyway.

Not if it's heartfelt.

Dearest Gus.

Well, well, well. A secret message, perhaps?

Is there any reason we all can't be privy to it, Miss Stanley?

It's nothing, sir, really.

Let us be the judge of that.

Would you please read it to the class?

My dearest Gus.

My heart is breaking at the thought of never speaking to you again.

I quiver at the thought of your hand touching mine.

I apologize from the very depths of my soul.

I must speak with you through an intermediary.

Intermediary, indeed.

Who, I wonder?

Please go on.

Mr. Pettibone, sir.

Please forgive my reckless adventure.

Reckless is misspelled.

Perhaps, Miss Stanley, you will do me the honor of staying after school. You

will write an essay on how reckless ventures most often end in disaster.

Yes, sir.

Isn't that right, Miss King?

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes... Push it.

Straight home.

Miss Stanley?

Have you got a good start on your assignment?

Yes, sir.

Then you may go.

Since you're so adept at delivering letters, perhaps you could deliver this

to your aunt.

It's about my reprimand.

Please, sir.

Please, just give it to your aunt.

I don't care what they say.

They can't keep us apart. Quiver at the thought. How romantic.

Well, I suppose that... I respect your father,

Felicity.

But he don't respect me.

And I ain't coming around to King Farm till I change it.

But, Gus, I... That's just the way I feel.

You're afraid of my father, aren't you?

No, Felicity, I'm not.

But I'm not so foolish as you've been, making up all them stories.

You're a coward.

afraid of is ruining my chances with you.

We have to lay low now.

That's what your father said, and that's what we have to do.

You're right to be afraid.

If my father doesn't shoo you away, I will.

I think, Sarah, Mr.

King was looking for an excuse to separate me and Felicity.

He doesn't think I'm good enough for her, and I'm not.

I mean, I don't know why she acted like she liked me in the first place.

Gus, she worships the ground you walk on.

Really?

You're just saying that.

I like you, Gus.

Why shouldn't she?

You know, I had my cop set for Felicity a long time ago.

Somehow I got to set things right.

I know you will, God.

See you later.

What if I were to add a tragic romance?

Say, with a handsome neighbor who happens into her life, then you see

torn between reason and passion. Oh, yes!

Oh,

that's a great idea!

Oh, hello, Sarah.

Are you delivering the post now?

Ah, yes.

Aunt Petty?

It all started out quite innocently.

I want you to understand that it was all for Felicity's sake.

Mr. Pettybone asked me to give this to you.

Don't judge me too harshly.

Don't worry, Sarah.

Hardly consider Mr. Pitybone the best arbiter of good conduct.

Note on your conduct, Sarah?

My dear Miss King.

Oh, Hattie, this isn't about Sarah at all.

What the riddle? Listen to this.

As a bee longs for honey, so do I long for your forgiveness.

That's sweet.

I suffer interminably, no comma.

I await your reply.

Well, suffer on, Mr. Pettibone.

The poor man is trying desperately to apologize.

He's neither poor, Olivia, nor is he much of a man, as far as I can discern.

I don't think I'm wrong on that, Janet. I mean, Gus Pike has always seemed like

a decent young fellow, but it takes two to dance. I've come to the conclusion

that they're both at fault.

Well, Alec, they're in love.

When you're in love, you do silly things. She is too young to be in love.

not prepared.

You're not prepared?

Huh? To let your daughter grow up.

No, I...

You can't protect your little girl forever.

I mean, we've got to let her make mistakes, or else she'll never learn

Look, if she's old enough to be inviting boys for dinner and gallivanting

around, then I'm... Well, you're not ready to be put out to pasture yet, if

that's what you're worried about.

I don't know.

I've been thinking.

You're right.

I was too harsh, Sarah.

Maybe you should talk to Felicity.

Put my foot in it again?

Sarah, could you... Would you write one of those letters yours to

Felicity for me?

Not you too.

Can't stand her being angry.

Please? All right.

Let's see.

Uncle Alec and Aunt Janet usually go to bed quite early.

A love letter delivered under the cover of darkness.

Doc! I have something for you.

I'll come down.

No.

I have a letter.

Begging your pardon, sir, but you misread what happened last night.

Look, you may be able to put something over on my daughter. She's young and

innocent, but you can't do it to me.

Whoa there, Mr. King.

I do like your daughter, but I assure you I have only the best intentions.

Oh, I know all about your intentions. I was young once myself.

Sir, can't we step inside and sort this out reasonably?

Father. To let you into my house with my daughter, you must think I'm a bloody

fool. Father, don't hurt him.

Look, you get back into the house right now and cover yourself up, girl.

And you, you better get off my property right now before I do something I may

regret.

Yes, sir.

Gus!

I hate you!

You humiliated me to the bone!

I'm disowning myself and this entire family forever.

I tell you, Sarah, we made a mess of it.

Why?

Well, there's Sarah, you see, so you're acting as good between us, managed to

complicate matters even further.

Let this be a lesson to you. I suppose this means I won't be running any more

letters back and forth between you and Mr. Pettibone?

Oh, sh... Sarah Stanley, such impudence. Could everybody just stop fighting?

Please.

What I'll do, respect, Miss King.

I never knew till now how hot -headed your family could be.

Love seems to bring out the worst in all of us.

Doesn't it, Miss Ken?

I'd almost rather not be in love. It means I have to give up my good name.

I don't know which I'd choose.

Being able to share my heart with someone or

being able to hold my head up high to my neighbors.

Watch what you do with that gun.

Oh, you're wise for your years, you are, Gunspike.

If I have my way, you won't have to choose.

You look more upset than I thought.

Eddie, what can I do for you?

Alec, why in heaven's name are you being so bullish with Gus?

Well, you don't have a 16 -year -old daughter to worry about, do you?

Well, if you ask me, it's a clear case of the pot calling the kettle black.

Now, what is that supposed to mean?

Just this.

As I recall, you once found yourself in...

Much the same predicament with the Reverend Ward, did you not?

Back then, when you were pursuing Janet over Hill and Dale like some mad bull

terrier. Now, hold on. Janet pursued me.

We all know that Janet was flighty, somewhat less than proper, perhaps,

There was nothing improper about Janet's behavior.

Poor girl was just madly in love with me.

Oh, well, then.

Why would you think any the less of your daughter than you did of your wife?

You needn't worry about Gus, Pike.

He's a gentleman, through and through to the very core of his being.

I'll stick my reputation on it.

Well, he's certainly more of a gentleman than you ever were at that age.

Now, wait a minute.

I remember it well.

as Mr. Pettibone, but Jasper would dearly love some male accompaniment and

hopefully somebody older than three months.

In that case, I accept your dinner invitation. Oh, good.

Here we are.

As luck would have it, my children will be at the King's. I wasn't looking

forward to a lonely evening.

Oh, well, rest assured you won't be lonely for a minute.

Well, see you tonight.

Oh, Olivia, what a surprise.

And how is our Montgomery today?

He's fine.

I did drop by to invite you to dinner tonight, Hattie.

Jasper's away, and the baby's been asking for you.

Oh, well, you don't speak yet, do you, my boy?

So how could she possibly know that you miss your favorite aunt?

Mother's intuition, I guess.

I can't stand this anymore.

I'm living in this fistful.

Every move I make is subject to mother and father's scrutiny.

They pushed us away and made me look like a jellyfish.

I'm running away, and you're going to help me.

You mean you'll be very happy.

Thank you, Felix, for your trouble.

It's customary to give your valet a tip.

All right, Felix, here's a tip.

Don't brush your teeth with a brick.

to believe that you don't want me.

I lugged my thing all the way out here.

It's not that I don't want your felicity.

You know how I feel about you.

It's just not right.

We have to respect your father's wishes.

My father's wishes?

What about our wishes?

I just want us to have some time to ourselves.

To be able to be by ourselves.

Obviously, that's not what you want.

It is, Felicity.

I want everything you want.

You're amazing, you know that?

Cooked up that harebrained dinner scheme.

Defied your parents.

Lied to half of Avonlea.

Ran away from home.

All so you could be alone with me.

Now we're alone.

I'm about to throw you out.

Olivia?

Jasper?

It seems we're the only ones here,

madam.

Olivia?

It's a ruse.

How could she? A trap set by my very own sister. Now, don't go flying off the

handle again, Hetty. Please, look me in the eye.

I'm sorry I offended you.

Oh, you're sorry, are you?

I miss our talks.

Our friendship has broadened in scope beyond mere literature.

Hetty, please.

If it makes you feel better, I re -read my book.

And you were right. I got the plot all wrong.

Oh, it's not all wrong.

It's one of your best -in -facts.

No, mine was all wrong.

Aunt Olivia, I

do want the truth.

When I fall in love...

Will all this trouble come my way?

Oh, Vera.

Nothing of real worth ever comes completely without pain.

You know what, though?

You always remember the love more than the pain.

Really? Mm -hmm.

You'll just have to take my word for it for a little while, I guess.

Let's talk about this mind to mind.

When a man decides... No.

When she's grown up and she's old enough... No.

Oui.

I got my own play.

I'm holding down two jobs and furthering my schooling.

I read books at night, too.

Books about the world.

I honor value.

And I value honor more than most everything else.

I... I'm coming to you with my head held high and not like a thief in the night.

I... I

want to see your daughter, Felicity.

In the open.

And with your blessing.

Now, are you two going to come in for some hot cider, or are you going to

out here and whisper in each other's ear?

Hmm.

Thoughtless mutt.

Oh,

I suppose I have been overreacting all along.

After all, we were once young and in love.

What do you mean?

Tell me, when we were courting, was I ever anything

but a gentleman?

Oh, no.

No, you were a perfect gentleman.

Thank you.

You drove me crazy.