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Bye.

Lovely. Just lovely.

Both of you. Thank you.

Thank you.

As was the dinner, Clive. As usual.

Thank you. You're very welcome, Muriel.

Izzy, would you get the tea and dessert?

Right away.

Is anything wrong, Clive?

Yes.

No, there's nothing wrong.

Well, then why don't I go and help Izzy
in the kitchen, shall I?

Muriel. Yes, Clive?

Muriel. Clive, what is it?

Marry me.

What?

Um...

Getting married? With Stacy and your
father? That's great.

What's the matter? I thought that's what
you wanted.

That's what I do, but I don't know. It's
been my father and me for so long.

And with Morgan and Arthur gone... Ah,
it'll be great, eh? You'll have someone

to take your side in arguments.

Hello. Pierre's making crepes today.

Muriel, you can possibly be married in a
few weeks.

Although not if the church hasn't even
been confirmed yet with the minister.

Hedy, we simply haven't set the final
date yet. That's all.

Besides, Clive and I have agreed we want
the wedding to be small and dignified.

What? Even so, there'll be a thousand
and one details to attend to.

Reception, the flowers, the music.
Eddie, you are not listening. We do not

to make the fuss.

That may well be, but even a modest
ceremony requires a modicum of

Now, look here, Muriel. If you haven't
the time, then I am willing to

assist you with the arrangements, you
know.

All right, Hedy.

You win.

Fine. Then we'll get together this
evening.

After supper would be best.

So we can go through the details.

And I'll get Olivia to stop by as well.

Oh, and Janet, too, come to think of it.

Of course, she'll insist on bringing
Aunt Eliza with her, but never mind.

I fully expect your athletes on a
Governor General's visit to be completed

the end of term.

I'll be away for a week on personal
business, very important business.

And I plan to mark them then.

Davy and Doris after school. Pass it on.

Davy and Doris after school. Pass it on.

Davy and Doris after school. Pass it on.

Davy, Rose Cottage after school. The
whole class is chipping in.

Davy Key.

You appear to be uncharacteristically
engrossed in your studies today, Master

Davy. Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir, no.

It's educational.

Honest.

Well, if you find this educational, I
know you'll find staying after school to

clean up the stove an inspiring lesson
as well.

Yes, sir.

We can't buy them something from Miss
Chase's own store, can we?

Either that or we go all the way to
Carmody.

We don't have to tell her who we're
shopping for.

Besides, if they don't like what we buy
them, she can always sell it again.

Oh.

Fond of buccaneers, are we, Master
Davey?

Yeah, I think they're swell.

Swell, are they?

Cutthroat blaggards, pillaging,
terrorizing, leaving suffering and

their wake.

Yeah, they must have had a crackerjack
time.

Come here.

You may appreciate this, then.

Treasure Island.

It's one of my favorites. You may borrow
it if you like.

I can?

Yes, you may.

It's a good deal superior to the dubious
adventures of Black Jack, I can assure

you. Gee.

Thanks, Mr. Pettible.

Off you go, lad.

85, 86 cents.

Still not enough to buy them something
really special.

Yeah, after all, you are getting a new
mother.

Miss Stacy's not my mother. My father's
just marrying her, that's all.

Have it your way, Izzy.

Don't you have any idea what we could
get them?

I don't know Miss Stacy all that well.
You will. Just wait till she's your

stepmother. She'll have you scrubbing
floors from noon till night, just like

Cinderella.

Just a fairy tale, Wiley. Yeah, well,
our cousin got a stepmother and his life

changed. None for the better, neither.

Who wants to hear about your stupid
cousin anyway?

Why don't we go to the store and see
what we can get for $86 ,000? Good idea.

Izzy, don't tell your father.

It should be a surprise.

Dora.

Do you know anyone who has a stepmother?

A girl at the orphanage where Mrs. Lynn
taught piano.

Why was she in an orphanage if she had a
stepmother?

Uh, I don't remember.

Eighty -six cents?

We're getting at least a whole dollar to
get them something really swell. Yeah,

like a honeymoon trip to Halifax. Oh,
right, and when they get back, we'll

them a big party with all the money
we've got left over. Come on!

I'll find something.

Hello, children.

Stop juggling.

Where are they?

Hello, Miss Daisy.

Hello, Miss Daisy.

What's out there?

Children.

Children.

Is there anything I can help you to
find? No, thanks.

Do you want anything? No, it doesn't
make any sense.

We need a present. What sort of present?
Birthday? Birthday?

Anniversary?

It's for a special occasion.

Oh, I see.

Hybrid cup right there.

Wow, it's perfect.

$1 .29?

Perfect except for the price that is.

Maybe we could raise more money.

Why don't we talk about this outside?

Yes, we were just leaving.

Don't tell anybody else. I promise.

Hey, kid.

Kid, come here.

You mean me?

Actually, I'm kind of going someplace.

Forget it, Hawk.

He doesn't want to hear about the money.

Money?

What money?

Kid, do you believe in magic?

Don't waste your time on the run, Hawk.

He'd be too scared to pull it off.

I would not.

Scared of what?

This old sea dog come in last month on
the Annabelle Lea.

Told us about it.

By the light of the winter moon, you
find yourself a tombstone with an angel

it. You mean in the graveyard?

At night?

I told you, he was a pipsqueak. I am
not.

What comes after fronting the angel?

You hide as much money as you can lay
your hands on under a red rock at the

of the grave.

Come the light of morning, your money's
doubled.

Hey, this works so good. How come you
didn't do it yourself?

Well, we did.

But after the third time, the charm gets
broke.

And, unless you've half figured on to a
stranger, you suffer some dire, horrible

fate.

Right, Quint?

Surely. The old sea dog told us about
this fella, kept it to himself.

Next thing you know, his tongue
shriveled up like a spider on a hot

Fell clean out of his mouth.

I don't know.

Told you you wouldn't dare.

Come on, Hawk.

Felix. Mr. Pettibone, congratulations.

Uh -huh.

Telegraph operator told me that you're
to be the new chief superintendent of

schools. Mm -hmm.

It's merely an offer.

Oh.

And thank you, Felix.

Let's just keep this to ourselves. I
don't want to tell Easy myself.

Later tonight.

All right. You can rely on me, Mr.
Pettibone. Good lad.

Izzy, what are you doing up so late?

Father, when you marry Miss Stacy, will
I have to call her mother?

Not if you don't want to.

It won't really change anything, will
it?

Between you and me...

Jesus, Janet, you're making the wedding
cake, and Eliza, you're in charge of

flowers. Oh, what about your dress?

Oh, yes. Did you choose a pattern, or
are you going to order one from the

catalog? I thought I'd wear something
that I already had.

I've never heard such a piffle.

You can't be married in something that
the groom has already seen.

It's bad luck.

It's bad luck.

Oh, well, very well, then. I suppose I
still have time to sew something.

Oh, I just got in a lovely bowl to bring
satin.

No, that will never do.

Why ever not?

Must I be the one to tell you?

Married in green.

A shame to be seen.

Well, I didn't know that.

Well, now you do.

Right. Now you can borrow my veil.

Something old, something new,
something... Something borrowed,

I do know that.

Oh, good.

Ladies, so now we have organized the
cake, the refreshments, and most of the

reception, but... Oh, Izzy.

Izzy will be your maid of honor. Oh, I
haven't really asked her yet.

She's been rather odd with me lately.

Oh, that's quite natural.

Well, after all, before you were just a
friend, and now, well, you're about to

be...

Oh, yeah. She just needs time to get
used to having a new mummy, that's all.

I guess it's something that we're all
going to have to get used to.

Davy, where are you going?

Shh. I've just got to do something.

See, Mom, why should I? Where are you
going?

I can't tell you.

But if it works, I'll tell you about it
in the morning.

Good boys.

grave. Tell me, Wiley, you scared me
half to death. What are you doing here?

What are you doing here? Ask you first.

Well, these fellas told me, huh, if I
leave some money on the grave. They told

me to and it worked.

It did?

Sure they did. Left a penny here last
night. Got two this morning. This time

going to leave a whole nickel.

Jeepers! But you have to find your own
angel.

This one's mine.

Come on, Wiley.

This is the only angel in the whole
graveyard.

Oh.

I reckon it'll still work.

Line and thinker.

Father, I can hardly believe this
wonderful news. Very happy for you.

Arthur.

I can hardly believe it myself.

Stacy sounds like a wonderful woman. I'm
sure you'll be very happy.

Thank you, son.

And there's more news.

I've just been offered the position
of...

Chief superintendent of schools.

Oh, you have quite a feather in your
cap, father.

Yes.

But with Muriel and I about to marry,
I'm not sure she'd welcome the prospect

my gallivanting all over the island.

And then there's your sister.

What about it?

She's always adored, Muriel.

But all these changes are bound to be
upsetting.

Oh, I'm sure she'll be delighted.

Both of them will realize the promotion
is a tremendous opportunity.

The two of them alone will have lots of
time to get to know one another.

Besides, Izzy could use a woman's hand,
I think.

Well, I agree with you there.

Let's not mention this to anyone.

I have to go to Charlottetown for a
final interview.

I'll tell them when I return. I want to
tell them both.

I'm very happy you're here, Arthur.

Get your nickel back.

What do you got to lose?

Two nickels!

Jeepers!

Sixteen cents!

You gotta be fibbing!

This is great!

Just think if I put a whole dollar down.
You got the touch, Davey.

Now we can get enough money for the
pirate mug.

What? You'd waste a chance like this on
a present for a teacher?

But we've got 86 cents now.

We double it and we'll have enough for
the pirate mug.

Then we'll put whatever's left back on
the grave.

We'll be rich. We'll be heroes. We'll be
rich heroes.

This is better than the buried treasure.

88, 89, 90.

That was a wonderful dinner, Miss Stacy.

But when I invited you, I didn't intend
for you also to cook them. It was my

pleasure, Arthur. And please, won't you
call me Muriel?

All right, Muriel.

So, Father didn't tell us about your
wedding plans.

Well, it seems as if everyone expects us
to have quite the traditional wedding.

What's that mean?

I suppose it means that Arthur will be
your father's best man, and if you want

to, Izzy, I'd very much like you to be
my maid of honor.

Oh.

Only if you'd like to.

She'd love to.

Wouldn't you, Iz?

Yes. We could find a nice pattern and
some fabric from the store for a new

dress.

We could make it together.

You don't have to do that.

But I'd like to.

You could find something that would
match Father's morning coat.

Yes.

But he has to wear his uniform.

Why would he?

He has to.

It's what he wore when he married
Mother.

Izzy, is that... See how dashing he
looked?

He was in the army then?

Yes.

Your mother was a very pretty woman.

You look just like her.

Izzy, you help me with dessert?

I wasn't very old when she died, but I
still remember little things.

She used to brush my hair at night.

Her hands always smelled like rose
water.

Come on, Iz.

We'll put on a pot of tea. Oh, please,
Arthur. Not on my account.

I really must be going.

Oh, but your wonderful cobbler. Yes, and
you and Izzy. Please enjoy it.

I'm sorry.

I really have to go.

I'm sorry.

Why'd you do that, Iz?

Do what? Miss Stacy was only trying to
be nice.

I didn't do anything.

It's not easy for her either, marrying a
man with a family.

What would you know about it?

You've never liked living here with
Father. I do.

And I don't want anything to spoil it.

But nobody cares how I feel now, do
they?

Izzy?

That makes 93 cents.

Still 36 cents to go.

We may not have to even worry about a
wedding present.

Come on.

Dinner couldn't have been that bad.

Miss Stacy's not even excited about the
wedding.

I don't know why she wants to get
married anyway.

What about your father?

He still wants to, I guess.

The whole thing's my fault.

I'm the one that got them together in
the first place.

But you did it because your father
needed a companion.

And now he's got one.

Trouble is, I'm not sure if I want her
around all the time.

I thought you liked Miss Stacy.

I do.

But that doesn't mean I'm ready for her
to be my mother.

Girls, it's getting late, you know.

Izzy, dear, you best run along, I think.
Sure, Miss King.

And button up. It's cold out there.
Wait.

Wait for me.

I'll walk you to the gate.

Thanks, Captain Clayton.

Thanks, Captain Clayton. Yeah.

Yes. All right.

It's good.

Oh, Olivia.

Oh, that's nice.

Oh, very nice.

Muriel, not upset about anything, are
you? Oh, no, of course not.

Just pre -wedding jitters, I guess.

Yes.

I'd like a dress of this sateen in
bright yellow.

Dora, we don't handle items we don't
intend to purchase now, do we?

Must be quite a handful.

Two children, all by yourself.

I'll admit at first, I did wonder what I
got myself into, but now, oh...

We seem to have reached an accommodation
out at Dora.

There'll be no sweets, child.

Yes, Miss King.

Del, they keep you on your toes.

Especially Davy.

Oh, not really.

Not nearly as full of surprises as my
Sarah was.

Well, once Felicity locked herself in
her room, she wouldn't eat for a week.

Sarah, remember?

Forever scheming the grand adventures.

Oh! Oh, girls are the worst, aren't
they?

Especially when they're at that
difficult stage when they're no longer

and not adults either.

Like Izzy. Well, precisely.

Not to worry, though.

Izzy's got a good head on her shoulders.

Janet. Yes?

Do you need the hammer and the kickhorn?

This is much nicer.

Sort of diaphanous. There.

That's a terrific one!

How come you're trying to sneak out?

I didn't come up here all by myself.

But I did it.

Oh, no.

Davey!

The magic didn't work. I don't think it
had nothing to do with that old angel.

What do you mean?

I mean we was horn -swaggled, flint
-slammed, hood -winged, bamboozled.

So what are we going to do now?

How are we? You stole the clown's money.

I never stole it.

I borrowed it. I only did it so we could
get the pirate mug.

Yeah, you think anyone's going to
believe that?

If I was you, I'd hop the next steamer
headed south.

No, you've got to find those hooligans.

Jamie, give it back.

And don't bother trying to tell me you
didn't take the class money.

I did, but I was going to give it back,
honest.

Well, you don't have it, on account of
it was stolen.

I hate boys.

Where's those boys?

I've first seen them here about.

They must be around here someplace.

I sure wish Natty Tim was there,
especially if they haven't shipped out

That's one of them now!

And he's eating our money already!

There were two of them.

Where's the other one?

Let's follow him. Right!

He'll lead us to their hideout. And our
money.

I hope.

Now they're both mad at me. So why don't
you just tell him you don't want her to

be your mother?

Because he wants her to be my mother. So
does Arthur. That way they can both get

rid of me.

Gee, I didn't think a wedding could get
so complicated.

But if your father doesn't marry Miss
Stacy, what will happen to you when he

becomes chief superintendent of schools?

What?

He got a telegram.

He's been made the chief superintendent
for the province.

I hope you don't have to move away.

I don't believe it. How could he not
tell me?

He was going to tell you last night. I
guess he didn't.

I bet everybody knows except for me.

I bet she even knows. He plans to leave
me with her.

Izzy, wait.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you?

Felix King.

You're planning to leave me here with
Mary O'Stacey or send me off to boarding

school like Morgan?

Well, I won't go.

I won't. Izzy, please. I haven't
accepted the position yet.

But you're going to, aren't you?

We'll discuss this in a civilized
manner.

Why don't you discuss it with her?

She's the only one you care about
anyway.

Izzy!

Why? What's going on?

I've been offered the position of chief
superintendent of schools.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

Well, isn't it?

Why is Izzy so upset?

The job would require me to travel all
over the province.

Meetings on the mainland.

I'd be away from home a good deal of the
time.

And if you and I'd be left alone here
together.

I see.

I haven't taken the job, Muriel. Oh,
Clive. Climb down from your high horse,

will you?

You want this position.

What you don't want are the
complications that go along with it.

It is a conundrum, isn't it?

Well, then why don't I make things
easier for you?

Why don't we just call the whole thing
off, shall we?

Muriel, what are you saying?

Have you changed your mind?

Clive, it's all for the best.

If you accept this job, then we'll be
living apart most of the time anyway.

If you don't, you'll come to resent me
for it.

And Izzy needs time to sort out her
feelings, too.

The last thing you need is a wife to
complicate the situation.

So...

Muriel and I have decided to postpone
the wedding.

But Father... And I shall wire
Charlottetown and tell them I decline

position of Chief Superintendent of
Schools.

You do care for Clive, don't you?

Well, then...

What is all this really about?

Oh, Hattie.

Being a wife is one thing.

Being a mother is something else again.

Oh, I see.

So it's Izzy.

She and Clive have a life all their own.
I'm not quite sure I'm ever going to be

able to fit into it.

Well, I'm hardly the one to offer advice
on the raising of children, but I find

if you let them know you care for them,
that you're there if they need you.

You love them, I suppose.

They do seem to come round, eventually.

Oh, Harry.

Muriel.

It's not possible, is it, that you're
just plain scared of getting married?

And that's, is it, well, a sort of an
excuse, really.

Harry, I just don't know.

Well, you'd best figure that out.

And soon before it's too late.

What's true? You look just like her.

Mother, I mean.

Temperamentally, you take after father.

He still wants to marry her, doesn't he?

Yes.

But he isn't.

Because of me.

He loves you more than anyone is.

He would never do anything to make you
unhappy.

Even if it meant that he'd be miserable
for the rest of his life.

Even so, do you really not like Miss
Stacy?

No, I do.

I just... She won't lose father, you
know.

But your life with him will change
anyway.

You're growing up.

And one day you'll either leave for
school, or your regiment, or a young

But you will leave.

Promise you'll visit more often?

I promise.

Nothing's ever easy, is it? No.

Nothing ever is.

When I'm finished with the good
bargaining, you're skating on the park.

I guess.

If you want.

Anything wrong?

You're awfully quiet.

Felix, do you think we'll change?

What do you mean?

You know, grow up, move away, change.

Of course. Everyone does, you know.

It's what makes life so exciting.

You never know what'll happen next.

That's the problem.

Not knowing about things.

Or people.

People change, sort of.

But deep down, they don't stay the same.

I mean, Felicity and I fight a lot, but
we're always there for each other.

I suppose.

Still thinking about Miss Dacey and your
father?

I really made a mess of things.

I was the one that wanted them to get
together in the first place.

He was so lonely, and now he's
miserable.

There's nothing that can't be changed.

I found that a heartfelt apology goes a
long way, especially with someone who

loves you anyway.

You think so?

You're hearing this from a champion at
messing things up.

Just ask my parents.

You're welcome.

Miss Jacey?

Oh, goodness.

Izzy.

I was just doing some rearranging.

I was just passing by, and I was
thinking about everything.

I just... What is it, Izzy?

I just wanted to say I didn't mean it.

I really don't know what I meant.

I know that.

You do?

Then why aren't you marrying Father?

It's complicated, Ithia.

Sometimes it's hard to change.

I was afraid at first, not knowing what
would happen.

But people's feelings for each other
don't change.

Not real feelings.

So now, I think it's kind of exciting.

Don't you?

Father? It's me.

Am I disturbing you?

No, no.

I was thinking it might be pleasant.

If we were to take a trip at end of
term, just you and I, what do you think?

Only if you want to.

This whole business?

I was wrong. I should have been more
considerate of your feelings.

No.

It was me.

I'm sorry I acted the way I did.

I should have never spoke to you and
Miss Stacy like that.

Never mind. That's all water under the
bridge.

No, it isn't, Father.

You still love Miss Stacy, don't you?

I suppose I do.

But your happiness... I won't be happy
unless you're happy.

And I like Miss Stacy.

I won't lie to you, Izzy.

Our lives would change.

But everything always does.

It's supposed to.

I don't know if Muriel feels the same.

Then we'll just have to ask her.

Izzy, we can't just march over to the
store and demand an answer.

We'll just have to tell her how we feel.

That's all.

And I know she'll say yes.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Wait.

Don't tell anybody. The other one went
to school.

They have our money, all right.

Right in my scarf.

How are we going to get it back?

We have to use our heads.

We can smoke them out.

What? Give me your scarf.

Now boost me up there.

50.

Come on, Davey, run!

Come on, Davey.

Let's get out of here.

Oh.

Muriel.

We have something to tell you. Oh, and I
was just on my way to see you.

You were?

Then you still want to marry it?

I mean, father?

Izzy, we both know that it's not quite
such a simple matter.

It's not just a case of your father and
I being married, but a matter of the

whole family being together.

Sorry for all the trouble I caused.

Oh, don't be, Izzy.

Your life is changing, too.

I know I can never... replace your real
mother.

I'm not even going to try.

But I would like you to be my friend.

You've always been my friend.

Good.

Then why don't we just take it from
there, shall we? I'd like that.

And you will accept that new position,
won't you?

We all want you to.

On one condition.

That we move the wedding date ahead.

Are you busy this afternoon?

You mean today?

Yes. Why not?

I say let's do it.

I'm game if you are.

Miss Daisy, we'd like to buy that... You
know what?

Before anything else happens to this
money... Well, Daddy, I think that

particular item just went on sale for
whatever it is you have right in here.

But you're going to have to get it right
away.

Mr. Pettibone is going to love this. I
know.

But you still took my personal private
room and stole that money.

How else was I supposed to do it?

You wouldn't just give it to me.

Give us a round of applause, Eddie.

Muriel and I have tied the knot.

You've managed.

You've managed.

We decided why wait, found the minister
at Carmody and exchanged our vows.

And Clive has other news.

I've been offered the position of chief
superintendent of schools to begin in a

few days, and I was wondering, hoping,
actually, you'd take responsibility of

the Avonlea School.

If not permanently...

At least until the board can find a
replacement.

School? No, I can't.

My writing, Dora, Davy, the hotel.

Wait a few more years.

Of course he will.

Sorry I made you break it. Me?

It was your pillow.

The pity sick children, stop wobbling.
There is Mr. Pettibone.

Go on, give him the present. Go on.

Mr. Pettibone?

The whole class chipped in and got you
something for you and Miss Stacy.

You mean Mrs. Pettibone?

Right, Mrs.

Pettibone.

Anyway, we hope you like it.

Shall I do the honor? Please.

I can't imagine what it is.

We had a little accident.

Never mind.

It's the thought behind the gift that
counts, David Keith.

This shall occupy, excuse me, a place of
honor in our home as a reminder of the

occasion.

Right here.

Thank you very much.

A toast.

To the bride and groom.

Thank you, Arthur.

To Mr. Clive Pettibone.

And to Mrs. Muriel Stacy Pettibone.

To the bride and groom.

Have a long life together.