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The Avonlea School Board has invested a pretty penny in these readers.

I want you to keep them clean and crisp.

Oh, great. New reader.

The topic of your first essay is on the chalkboard. Dora Keith, please.

Read what I've written?

My summer vacation.

Thank you.

Davy Keith?

You're tardy?

I'm speaking to you. Look at me.

Do you know what day it is?

Monday, sir.

It is the first day of school, Davy Keith. I want no shenanigans. Straighten

there. Take off your cap.

Where's your other shoe?

Bottom of the pond, sir. Under the mud, I reckon.

Never mind, Davy.

Just sit down.

Not there. Look at the seating plan.

You seem to have the mistaken impression that you occupy a privileged position

in this classroom, young man. That you may arrive whenever you please, wear

whatever you please, and sit wherever you please. You may not.

This is your assigned seat.

Come on, Milton.

Let's play baseball.

You and you are in.

Anybody else want to try?

I'm going to take a swing.

Alice Green wants to play.

Try standing in front of the plate.

She's never going to hit it.

Go pick some things, Alice Green.

Next. Come on, Izzy.

She can hit a ball, but she can't tie a bow in her hair.

What's the matter? Jealous?

Me? Jealous of that tomboy?

At least I look like a girl.

I bet she doesn't even own a dress.

She doesn't need a dress.

She's one of us.

Don't worry, Izzy.

If I were a girl, I'd rather wear pants any day.

Pop the cover off it, Felix!

Woo! Yeah!

Yeah! Go get it.

No, the ball.

Why should I?

And who are you calling names, pig face?

Well, I think you're good for two things.

Wearing the dunce cap and chasing after the ball. So go get it, lump head.

Nobody calls me lump head.

Davey, stop. You want to get in more trouble than you're already in?

Break it up.

I can guess how... this started. He hit me first. But he called me Lumphead.

Sticks and stones, Davy Keith. Go inside. Sit by yourself.

And for homework, write out 100 times, I will not fight at school.

But... And 100 times, I will not be late.

But... March!

I'll get that.

Where's Alvara?

She should have opened up early.

Mr. Lawson bought a store in Fredericton.

No.

Mrs. Lawson stopped by this morning with the keys to the store and asked me to

take charge.

She's on her way to join him.

Just like that.

Must be breaking her heart to leave Avonlea after so many years.

Well, I don't know.

She has family near Fredericton.

Lucky for her, you could help out.

Well, it gives me something to do while I'm waiting for my entrance exams for

teacher's college.

I thought I'd be glad to be finished school, but I think I'd rather be busy.

Finally. I've been trying to get in all morning.

For sale?

The Lawsons have moved to New Brunswick.

They told me to keep the store open until everything was sold.

Then lock it up and send them the money.

My word, what are we going to do without a store?

Travel to Markdale?

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to stock up while I have the

Have a good first day?

Yes, sir.

But do you miss Morgan?

Yeah. Do you?

Very much. But he wants to be a soldier.

And a military school is a good start for him.

Do you wish Arthur had become a soldier?

He's becoming a respected veterinarian. That's honest work.

And who knows, the Lancers are always looking for a good man to doctor the

horses. I wish I could go to military school.

There's no doubt in my mind you'd make a crackerjack cadet.

It's not fair.

Best you learn right now, Izzy.

Life isn't always fair.

I've got to pick up Annabel's harness of delivery.

You get in and do your homework.

I expect you to set an example.

You're right. Life isn't always fair.

She can hit a ball, but she can't tie a bow in her hair.

At least I look like a girl.

Bet she doesn't even own a dress.

Who would like a slice of nice, fresh plum cake?

Or should I say, who deserves a slice?

Did you two little toots behave yourselves in school today?

Yes, ma 'am.

I was as good as I was able.

Oh, arithmetic.

That was always my downfall in school.

Never could get the hang of decimals, all that fuss over a dot.

Well, I've got laundry waiting.

There you are.

Come and help me when you're finished, Dora.

Aren't you going to tell her what happened?

You must think I'm really stupid.

You can have my plum cake. I don't want it.

You love plum cake.

Can't hold a fork.

Must have bit my finger back when I hit Melty.

Then how are you going to write I will not fight a hunter touch?

I can't.

It hurts too much.

Mr. Pettyporn will tear in your hide.

Can't be helped, I guess.

Why don't I do your writing for you?

You? I'll do it faster than me.

Then never mind the laundry.

I'll use my good hand to help Mrs. Lynn. The night they were even.

Thanks, darling.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe I should get another bag of those navy beans.

Aunt Hattie, you've got enough food here to feed a dozen lumberjacks till

Christmas. Yes, but when word gets out that Elvira Lawson is gone and left us

high and dry...

Oh, there'll be a run on those goods. You mocked my words. In fact, Felicity,

you should set some aside for your mother before they're all gone.

I can't play favorites.

She's given me her order and I've already boxed it. Good.

Aunt Hattie, what are you buying?

Never you mind.

You should be home by now doing your homework.

Where's my meal?

Oh, I know I picked it up from the post office. Did I leave it inside?

Here it is.

Hello, Sarah. How was school?

Oh, don't rub it in just because you don't go anymore.

Oh, for pity's sake.

This letter's not for me. It's for Rachel Lind.

I'll take it to the post office for you. Oh, no, no. It's closed now.

Well, I could run it by Mrs. Lind's house and then meet you at home.

Is that all right, Felix?

Yeah.

Her son, Billy.

The one she's forever bragging about.

Digger!

Get that back!

Digger, come back here! Digger, come back!

Don't read it. That's snooping.

Don't you want to know what it says?

Would you want someone reading your mail?

I don't get mail.

Reading's from the county jail.

What did he do?

You don't want me to read it, remember?

Well, you've read that part. You might as well read the rest.

If you insist.

Guess you never thought I'd end up here.

The judge will be here in a few days.

Judge?

He's waiting to be sentenced.

Sure wish you could come and visit, but don't bring Davy and Dora.

There's no room in the cell.

Ha, ha.

That's a joke.

Your loving son, William.

Poor Mrs. Lind.

Poor Billy. He's the one in jail.

What do you think he did?

I don't know.

But we're not asking.

We're going to seal this up, and we're going to deliver it to Mrs. Lind, and

we're not even going to tell her that we know about this awful secret.

Now, come on.

Digger!

My Billy wants me to visit.

Right away, he says.

Well, he's probably scared and lonely considering.

Considering how far away he is from his mother and all.

Felix, don't be absurd. He's a grown man. He doesn't need his mother for any

reason whatsoever.

Oh, but this is important.

I have to go.

But only who will mind Davy and Dora?

What about your Aunt Olivia?

Maybe she'd take them in.

Oh, no, no. She's got her hands full with the cannery and her baby and...

Say, Felix, what about your mother?

I'm sure she'd like to help, but... She has her own brood.

Oh, dear.

I wish I had somebody sane and sensible I could rely on.

Mrs. Lynn, don't worry.

You can count on Aunt Hetty and me.

Oh, shh.

Well, I had to offer.

Well, yes, I suppose you did.

Oh, Rachel can very well take two small children with her to visit her.

Jailbird, can't you?

What do you imagine it is that Billy Lynn did?

I don't know, but it seems to me like Davy Keith is following right in his

footsteps.

It only confirms what I've long suspected.

Our Rachel is a bit on the dim side as a guiding light.

Oh, but I suppose we do owe it to her to keep her secret.

Oh, no, we mustn't utter a heap.

about Billy's predicament. I promise.

Aunt Hattie, only the most insensitive oaf would do a thing like that.

Billy Lynn is in jail?

Not so loud. No one's supposed to know.

Well, what'd he do?

I don't know.

All I can say is that Billy Lynn must have done something a whole lot worse

get drunk.

Could have been armed robbery.

Davey, the bell rang.

It did?

You know, sometimes I wonder if you work at getting in trouble. Does it just

come naturally to you?

The waves may rage and the winds may roar, but he fears not wreck nor need,

he rides the sea in its stormy strength as a strong man rides his steed.

The white seagull, the bold seagull.

He makes on the shore his nest, and he tries what the inland fields may be.

Yet he loveth the sea the best.

Now I get to listen to you.

Turn to page four in your reader's class.

The picture is reading aloud, beginning with Davy Keith.

Davy, please read.

Don't worry.

You.

Davy.

Insubordination. That's the word he underlined.

Twice. Not back in school a week and Davy's already getting a calling down

his teacher.

Here's where Clive Pettibone's not one to tolerate tomfoolery, you know. You

don't have to tell me.

Davy Keith, this is a fine kettle of fish.

You can be a heap of trouble.

Much as I need the rest, I'm tempted to cancel my trip and stay home where I can

punish you good and proper.

Mrs. Lindy mustn't cancel your trip. We know how much this means to you.

Well, I just hate to leave you holding the oar, that's all.

But there are times when it's a mother's duty to be with her son. Oh, of course,

of course. Of course, we understand completely, don't we, Sarah?

Completely. Besides, Dave is not the first obstreperous young boy I've dealt

with, remember?

Oh, he can rest assured.

I'm quite up to the task.

Well, in that case, there's nothing to say but thank you.

Now, you two be good. You hear me? You mind Miss King and Sarah, and no back

-talking, no monkey business.

Yes, ma 'am. Come along now, Rachel.

Aunt Penny?

Yes, this is for Billy.

Oh, what is it? Oh, something to occupy as a spare time. It's five of the longer

works of Charles Dickens.

God bless.

Behave yourselves and, uh, worship me tonight.

side, the two of you.

Uh -uh. Carry your bags. Come on now. Carry the bags.

No dawdling.

Hurry up.

Hello, Rachel.

Oh, you're lately Margaret.

Stocking up before the store closes, are you? Oh, I wish I could, but I'm on my

way to Kirksville. Some distance.

Oh, well, it's worth the trouble. I'm going to see my son, Billy.

So I've heard.

Oh, gracious news travel fast.

I just stopped by to pick up some salt pork.

Billy's favorite.

Well, I'd love to chat, but I've got to get to the flag store or I'll miss my

train. Well, have a lovely trip. Thank you.

Lovely trip.

Don't you know why she's visiting Billy?

No, why?

He's in jail.

Jail. True as you live.

Felix King told Charlie McKenzie at school, and Charlie told his mother, and

told me.

What did he do?

Armed robbery.

What did he rob?

Well, he didn't rob anything.

It only makes sense to rob a bank. That's where the money is.

Was there gunplay?

Lady, dear, they don't arrest you for armed robbery if you carry a slingshot.

Gather them up and try again.

Fork on the left, knife and spoon on the right.

Hello, it's me.

Sarah, not aware of Billy.

That's right, sir. Fork on the left, knife and spoon on the right.

Olivia, where's Montgomery?

Oh, he's just sleeping in the buggy.

Aunt Olivia, look who's here.

Yes, hello, Davy. Hello, Dora.

Hello, Mrs.

Dale. Sarah.

I have a quick favor to ask. Jathra's working late again at the cannery, and

I've just got to go cover a story. Do you think I could drive you home to sit

with Montgomery?

I'd love to, except that Mrs. Lynn's on a trip, and Davey and Dora are staying

here. Really?

That's odd. Now, Rachel Lynn never goes anywhere. Where on earth is she off to?

Well,

if you'd like, you could leave Montgomery here.

The more, the merrier.

Oh, thank you.

Sarah, Sarah, you're putting too much salt.

If you're putting much too much salt in that shortbread dough.

No, I'm not.

I assure you, you are.

Davy, would you please check the recipe and see how much salt it requires?

You want me to check the recipe?

Yes, how much salt does it say?

Um, on second thought, maybe I'll just ask Izzy Pennybold to sit with

Montgomery. She's offered before.

I'll set you a broom, Davy Keith.

I've left his dinner on the stove, so all you have to do is warm it up.

Oh, and don't worry if he won't eat it. He just gets that way sometimes.

I have found that if you keep playing with him, eventually he does get hungry.

Yes, ma 'am.

Jasper will be at the factory at the cannery, and I'll be on an interview.

And if there's any emergency, you just run to Rose Cottage. I'll be fine.

I'm making that as a surprise for Cecily.

Do you like it?

I think dresses are dumb.

I'm never going to wear one.

Never? My goodness.

Well, I suppose you could get married and overalls, if you like.

Oh, that dress.

That lace should be a little higher.

I better get a move on.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

I'll be home no later than 8 o 'clock.

So.

Want to play soldier?

All right. You wanted the flour?

I did. Well, me too.

I'll get another bag.

Miss Stacy.

I came back for some split peas.

We're all out.

Fiddlesticks. And I need some white thread.

We're all out of that too. And please, don't anyone ask for salt pork.

Rachel Lynn bought the last of it. Let me see.

Flour. Felicity, my dear, you look as if you could use some help.

Are you sure? I put myself...

through three years of university doing just this sort of thing.

I enjoy it.

Thank you, Miss Stacy.

Just like Rachel Lynn to snap up all the salt pork.

I don't begrudge it to her under the circumstances.

This might very well be her son's last decent meal.

What do you mean?

Haven't you heard?

I'm sorry about your teacup.

I'll do chores for you after school to pay my debt.

That won't be necessary, Davy. It was an accident, I hope.

Mrs. Lynn's going to have a conniption.

Oh, don't.

You come along with me and prepare for bed.

Davy here will help Sarah finish up the kitchen.

Won't you, Davy?

You handle the dishes.

You can brush off the table.

I'm too much trouble.

That's why Mrs. Lynn left, isn't it?

No, Davy.

She had to go.

But you could try a little harder to do things right.

I want to do things right.

Well, wanting's half the battle.

I'll tell you what.

You fill up this sugar bowl and then we'll be done, all right?

Then how would you feel about a nice game of Crazy Eights before bed?

You bet.

All right.

The trigger's on the counter.

And how did you spot the last guy from Felicity?

Davey, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Why do you have salt out?

You were going to put the salt in the sugar bowl?

No, I wasn't. Then why are you holding that bag?

I was just holding it, that's all.

That's a new bag, Davey. You opened it. You were going to put it in the sugar

bowl. No, I wasn't.

Honest. Davey, don't lie to me. I've caught you red -handed.

You think that sort of thing is funny, don't you? Making people gag on their

and their porridge. Well, I don't think it's funny.

And I certainly don't think it's funny that you made me feel sorry for you and

then you go and pull a mean stunt like that.

Now give me the bag.

No!

Davey!

I'm going to fill a sugar bowl!

Davey, put down the bag and go straight to your room now.

Fine!

Davey, come back here.

How'd everything go?

Oh, how's the sleepy boy?

Right as rain. He ate his piece, but he didn't want his carrot. Oh, Montgomery

is very resistant to carrots.

Oh, here you go now.

Two cents an hour makes it eight cents plus two cents extra for cleaning up.

Thank you.

Do you think you could come back again the day after tomorrow?

Yes, ma 'am.

Wonderful. Four o 'clock?

Thank you. Good night, Izzy. Good night.

Oh, well, I don't mind telling you I'm exhausted.

It just aren't enough hours in a day, are there?

Oh, and when am I going to get a chance to finish Cecily's dress?

Well, that's funny.

I didn't leave the collar like that.

Father, I was wondering if I could have some new clothes.

Not that there's anything wrong with what I have.

No.

Father, would you mind if I bought... I mean, if you bought me... Izzy!

A letter from Morgan.

And look at this.

Isn't he handsome?

So confident and determined.

By the stars, there's something about a uniform that transforms a man when he

puts it on.

Father? Yes?

I was wondering if, well... Would you mind if perhaps I... Well, if I got...

Well, if you got... Soldiers don't stammer, is he? Out with it. Would you

if... If I wrote Morgan a letter?

Why would I mind?

Get to it.

Keep that as inspiration.

Have you written your essay about your summer vacation?

But all I did this summer was fold the laundry, mop the floor, and get a bee

sting. Well, you still have to write about it. Did you write your essay, V?

I'm sure he didn't.

Come on, Davey, you'll be late.

You think he cares?

Alice Green.

Present. Mildred Bolden. Present.

Sarah Stanley.

Present. Izzy Pettibone. Present.

Felix King.

Present. Felix King.

Present. David Keith.

Dora Keith.

Present.

Where's your brother?

I don't know, sir.

Seth Lee King.

Present. Nicholas Gray.

Present.

One measly can of peaches left.

I think I'll buy it for Daniel. It all went so quickly.

I feel like we were picked clean by vultures.

I'll just finish counting these receipts and send the proceeds off to the

Lawsons. I'll sweep up.

You've helped enough already.

I couldn't have survived without you, Miss Stacy.

It was my pleasure, dear.

Well, that's it then.

Hardly seems possible.

Alvin Lee has no more general store.

You might as well turn the sun over on your way out.

Hello,

Hattie.

Live, Pettibone.

Well, what a nice surprise.

Is Sarah and Dora home yet?

Well, I'm waiting for them now. I've made some lemonade, in fact.

Come and have some.

I imagine they stopped by the king farm on the way home.

And where's Davy?

Oh, he'd be with them, of course.

I doubt it.

He wasn't at school today.

I suspected he wasn't at home, sick.

Fit as a fiddle, that I saw the lad.

Perhaps Sarah would have told you about his truancy, but...

I couldn't take that chance.

Of course not.

Well, he'll be there tomorrow.

If I have to lead him by the ear.

I assure you, Clive, that this won't happen again.

Not whilst the boy's in my charge.

As soon as Rachel Lynn returns, I intend to have a serious discussion with her

about that child's future.

Yes, well... Rachel has other worries at the moment, I'm afraid.

Sooner or later, she's going to have to reckon with this.

If Davy Keith were my boy, I can tell you what I'd do.

What would you do?

No thanks.

Pack him off to military school.

Fast as you could say goodbye.

They'd teach him discipline, give him some backbone.

Military school?

Rachel couldn't afford it.

There are special funds for this sort of case.

I'd be willing to use my connections to secure tuition for him.

But surely Edward...

Breakdore is hard to be separated from a brother, poor thing.

After all they've been through.

It might be better for her in the long run if she were away from his influence

altogether.

If Rachel isn't careful, Davy's going to end up like... like her son, Billy.

Oh.

So you know about Billy, do you?

Mr. Inglis told me.

I gather he heard from...

His wife, who heard from Mrs. Bugle.

I'd hate to see Davy Keith end up on the wrong end of a rope.

Rope? What are you talking about?

Billy's in jail.

Waiting to be hanged.

Oh, my word.

Shot a banker.

And eight customers.

Dead as rocks.

And made off with $2 ,000.

And all for the love of some dancehall floozy.

Poor scoundrel's scheduled to be hanged today.

The best way to keep Davy Keith on the straight and narrow is to send him off

military school.

I'm sure I skipped school today.

It won't happen again.

Sure.

I'm going to do all my work as best I can.

Mr. Pettibone is going to want us to read our essays aloud tomorrow, so you'd

better get writing.

Laura, how does this sound?

Summertime in Avonlea.

That's the title.

But I thought I had to read my summer vacation.

It's the same thing.

When the sun filters down through leafy branches over the pond, I am always

happy Avonlea is my home.

I cannot imagine another place in the world where one could be lazy with so

pleasure.

The beaches, the orchards, the craggy cliffs.

It's boring, right?

No, keep reading.

Rachel!

Rachel Lynn!

Hey, King, what are you doing here? Are the children all right?

Oh, yes, yes.

Sarah's with him.

Just seem more important that I be here with you.

Whatever for?

Oh, mercy, Rachel.

I'd let you go home alone after all you've been through.

Well, that's right neighborly of you, but this young couple here said that

would drive me back.

You're all in black.

At least I could do.

Dear Rachel, you have my... Deep sympathy.

What for?

Oh, no, no. You needn't pretend anymore. It's all right.

It's all right. I know, I know about the... I can't bring myself to

say it.

Say what?

Oh, but it's a creature.

Forget your foolish pride. The hanging, that's what.

Don't try to hide it. The fact that Billy went bad is not your fault.

Not entirely.

I'd hardly say he went bad.

Oh, Rachel, Rachel, take off those blinkers. If going to jail and being

for murder isn't bad, then I'd like to know what is.

Oh, you poor thing. I mean, you didn't even get to visit him in jail.

Oh, I sure did. And he's still there.

He's been made chief constable of the county jail.

And yesterday was the swearing in.

That's why I went. For the celebration.

Come on in.

I'm afraid I'm running a little late today.

If you'd like, I could come back. Oh, no, that's all right.

Actually, I'd love your help with something before I go.

All right.

You might not be too keen on it, though.

What is it?

Cecily's dress.

Now, you're about her size, and if I could just get you to try it on, then

mark the hem and get it finished.

I know you hate dresses, but what do you say?

Just don't tell anyone.

Never.

Just one more, Izzy.

Thank you.

Well, Izzy, you'd think this dress was made for you. It's a near perfect fit.

I don't look good in dresses.

I think you do.

Do you have a dress?

Not anymore.

I told my father a long time ago never to buy me one.

And he hasn't?

He doesn't like dresses either.

He told you that?

I can tell.

Oh? Just by the way he talks about Morgan and his uniform in the military.

He wishes I were a boy.

Ah.

How does that look?

Hello, Dora. Hello. Where's Davey? He's back there.

I bet you were happy to get home to Mrs. Lynn last night.

Yep, she kept laughing and laughing for no reason.

Will you read me her essay again?

I didn't like it, so I changed it.

Here, listen.

My summer trip to Montreal.

My nanny Louisa is almost as interesting as my Aunt Hedy.

That's why I visit her in Montreal every summer, to collect stories to tell in

my old days.

I love Montreal in the summertime.

The sky is a brilliant blue...

This is the moment we've all been waiting for.

Time to read your essays.

Well, I, for one, look forward to hearing how each of you spent your

vacation.

Please, take out your papers.

Davy, you'll be first to read your essay to the class.

I'm sorry, sir.

My paper blew away in the wind.

Then you shall be marked down.

Yes, sir.

And you shall stand and read someone else's paper instead.

But... Unless you'd rather stand and explain how you'd like me to present

matter to Mrs. Lynn.

No, sir. That's not a good idea.

I thought you might agree.

Whose paper will you read, then?

Sheriff Stanley's.

Summertime in Avonlea by Sarah Stanley.

When the sun filters down through the leafy leaves, I am

happy to go to the pond.

I love the beach, the orchard, and the

cliffs, the craggy cliffs.

It is good to be lazy.

In Avonlea.

The end.

That's all you wrote, Sarah?

I'm sorry, sir. I know I should have written more.

I'll hand in another essay tomorrow.

I think not.

You've had quite enough time for this.

You should have let your paper blow away in the wind along with Davy Keith's,

I'm afraid.

Who'll read next?

David Keith, you owe me.

David.

Promise you won't run away. Promise.

I promise.

Right.

Read that title.

Read it yourself.

It says, My Summer Trip to Montreal.

I changed it and you didn't know it.

You didn't know it because you can't read.

That's why you're always getting into trouble, isn't it?

That's why you can't do your schoolwork.

That's why you couldn't read the salt bag.

Davey, why don't you just say so?

Davey, you promised.

Kids will call me a dummy. No, they won't. Yes, they will.

Even my teacher laughed at me.

Who? I never saw Mr.

Pettyboner at Hetty laugh at you. The teacher I had before I came here.

What about Dora? Did he laugh at her, too?

The teacher liked Dora because she sat still and never brought words to school.

I tried to learn, but after a while I thought it didn't matter.

Davy, that teacher was wrong.

I assure you it takes a pretty smart boy to figure out so many different ways to

get out of schoolwork.

Do you want to learn how to read?

Is that too late?

It's never too late if you want to learn. But do you?

More than anything.

I, uh... Oh, thank you.

I can't tell you what a help Izzy has been to me. I hope you realize what a

responsible young lady you've raised.

That's good to hear.

Yeah. And she's so pretty, too.

Well,

I certainly hope she takes after her mother more than me.

Yes. Well, then I hope you'll pardon my saying.

You don't mean to keep her in pants her whole life.

You must be joking. She'd never forgive me if I forced her into a dress.

Oh, well, forcing her is one thing, but providing an opportunity is another.

But, uh, is he?

Mr. Pettibone, your little girl is not the tomboy you think she is.

She's more interested in dresses than you realize.

A present?

For me?

How come?

Because it's her time you had this.

I remember my father telling me that clothes...

Make the man.

I have since learned that's not really true.

I have no more than my share of well -dressed gentlemen who, when the chips

down, proved to be something less than the wardrobe proclaimed them to be.

It's... It's what's inside a man that counts.

I'd say the same is true for a woman.

A little girl.

Lovely dresses.

And you are a wonderful young lady, and you always will be, whether you are

wearing overalls or a ball gown.

I wouldn't trade you for a whole regiment of soldiers.

Thank you, Father.

Clive Pettibone. Good morning, Miss Stacy.

Sarah.

This isn't a surprise. I thought you'd quit your post as school supervisor.

I have. Time for a change.

Which is why, if you don't mind, I'd like to distribute these.

Grand opening, General Store, M. Stacy.

Proprietress. Bless my stars.

If I'm going to settle back in here, I might as well make a proper job of it.

Besides... I needed a place to invest my pension, and Avonlea needed a store.

Sounds like a match to me.

Felix, distribute these to your classmates.

Yes, sir.

Say, isn't that your Izzy over there?

My, she does look smashing.

Don't you think so?

Took me a while to catch on to the fact that she was becoming a young lady,

but... It's a truism.

Teachers don't know everything.

Luckily, it's never too late to learn.

Thanks, class.

Good luck.

Bye -bye.

Go ahead.

Sound it out.

Free candy.

Miss Daisy's giving away candy at the store.

You see?

Pace will know how to read.

Free candy.

Well done, Mr. Keith.

Hey, Izzy.

That dress mean you can't play ball anymore?