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(crickets chirping)

(owl hooting)

(stately music)

(soft orchestral music)

- I'm not sure if I should wear my best

or second-best dress to hear the visiting missionary.

You know, the blue organdy one.

- I'm going to wear pink.

I want to cheer him up after all the horrible things

he's been through in the jungle.

Peter, why don't you come to church with us on Sunday?

There's going to be lots of wonderful food after.

- Nah, I'm not going.

- Why not?

- I'm not a Presbyterian.

- He's a heathen.

Edward even said he looks like a heathen.

- I am not!

I intend to be something like the rest of you someday.

I just haven't decided what yet.

- Well, deciding's not the same as being born something.

- I think it's a great deal better.

- I have a hankering to be a Methodist.

- A Methodist!

- My aunt was a Methodist.

- What do you mean she was?

- She's dead now.

Do you go on being a Methodist after you die?

- I know one thing.

I'd rather be dead than be a Methodist.

(playful music)

- Peter!

Peter!

Peter, I wish you would come with us.

It's still not too late to change your mind.

There's going to be ice cream and everything.

- Sara Stanley, stop dilly-dallying.

You're to leave Peter alone.

We'll be late for church.

- Nah, I better not.

- Please?

- [Olivia] Sara!

(soft music)

- Stop the carriage.

- Whoa!

- The nerve of that woman.

When will that lunatic vagrant get it

through her head she's not wanted around here?

Here, you!

What do you think you're doing?

- [Olivia] Now, Hetty,

she's probably just taking a short cut.

- She has no business trespassing.

- What do you think she's gonna do?

Put a hex on the hens?

Go on.

- There we were, lost in the jungle,

miles from civilization, when suddenly

we heard a blood-curdling shriek.

Next thing we knew, we were surrounded by natives,

grass skirts and feathers, waving their spears about,

their faces painted in the most horrible,

blood-red patterns.

They dragged us off to a village,

where they had a huge, black cauldron

of boiling water over the fire, big enough for a man.

Cannibals, I thought.

Only a miracle can save us now.

- Wasn't that man interesting?

Cecily, eat your salad.

- The missionary field sounds so romantic.

- Being eaten alive doesn't sound so romantic to me.

- Well, I'm sure the cannibals

would just love to eat you, Felix.

- They probably would.

But thank goodness there are no cannibals in Avonlea.

- No, but you can be a missionary right here in Avonlea.

There are lots of people who don't come to church.

- Sara Stanley, I know exactly what you are thinking,

and I will not have that heathen, Peter Craig,

sitting in the same pew with me.

Honestly.

Cecily, I told you to eat your salad.

- The world is full of people in need,

not only in the missionary field, right here in Avonlea.

People who are poor and lonely, who don't belong to church.

I want you to go out and find them.

Bring them to me.

- I hope he knows what he's doing.

- Lord knows what kind of riff-raff that will bring in.

- Oh, I don't know, this church

could do with a little shaking up.

- You should have come with us, Peter.

It was so exciting.

Church is where everyone meets in Avonlea.

Don't you ever want to come with us?

- I still haven't decided yet what I want to be,

Presbyterian or Methodist.

- There's no difference.

Besides, there is no Methodist church in Avonlea.

- Why is it so important to you that I go?

I'm not like the rest of the people in this town.

- Don't be silly, of course you are.

Everyone wants to belong to a group.

- Well, anyway, I don't have Sunday clothes

like the rest of you.

- Peter, is that all you're worried about?

Why didn't you say so?

- This really is the most handsome afghan I've

ever made for the missions, if I do say so myself.

Keep some poor soul very cozy.

- Mm, good.

Haven't the patience for it myself.

- Time for tea.

- Why, Sara.

How very thoughtful of you.

- Aunt Hetty, I've been thinking

a lot about what Reverend Brinsmead said.

Don't you think Peter should come to church with us?

- He really should, Hetty.

If he's living under our roof, I think it's our duty.

- He'll go if he wants to.

- Oh, he, he wants to.

It's just, he doesn't have any Sunday clothes.

- Hmph, it's not my responsibility.

The boy barely earns his keep as it is.

- Well, we send clothes to the mission field.

- Used clothing.

- Your afghan isn't used.

- Now, you watch your step, Sara.

I have no use for people who think church

is simply a place to show off frills

and fancy clothes, that's for certain.

If Peter really wants to go to church, he'll go.

Nothing will stop him.

- [Boy] Look, there goes the witch of Avonlea!

(bright music)

- [Peg] Good day.

- Good day.

Have I had the pleasure of meeting you before?

- Not likely, but you might have heard about me.

I'm Peg Bowen.

- Well, I'm most pleased to meet you.

I'm Reverend Brinsmead.

I hope you will join the Avonlea congregation

to hear the second part of my lecture this Sunday.

- I ain't one of your flock, Reverend.

I belong to the round church.

The devil won't catch me lurkin' in the corners.

Oh, no.

I do my praying to God in the woods,

amidst the flowers and the creatures of the field.

- Well, we are all God's creatures,

but we are human creatures, too.

We need the friendship of our own kind.

The Avonlea congregation would be delighted

if you would participate at our Sunday meeting.

Please come, Miss Bowen.

- Well, I'll think about it.

- [Man] Watch out she don't cast a spell on you, Reverend.

- Human creatures they might be,

but friendly, I'm not so sure of.

- Peter, are you ready?

- [Peter] I'm not going.

- Peter Craig, come down here this minute!

- I bet I'll be the only one with patches on my trousers.

- God won't notice.

- But everyone in Avonlea will.

- You have holes in your stockings.

Don't you have another pair?

- They've got holes, too.

- Well, maybe if you wear one pair on top of the other,

then the holes won't show.

- Won't that look funny?

- No, silly, just do it.

And hurry, we're late as it is.

Don't worry, Peter.

You won't have to go through this alone.

- What are those children up to?

Sara, Peter!

Sara Stanley, what?

Have you completely lost your senses?

- Aunt Hetty, you did say yourself that we don't go

to church to show off our fancy clothes.

- Once that child puts her hand to the plow,

there's no turning back.

It's too late to change now.

(church bell ringing)

- Reverend Brinsmead and Reverend Leonard,

this is Peter Craig, our hired hand.

He's decided to join the congregation.

- Welcome.

Welcome to the fold.

Good morning.

Good morning.

(organ music)

- Peter, have you got anything

to put in the collection plate?

- No, I forgot, sir.

- Here, take that.

- Doesn't he know anything?

- Shh!

- Miss Bowen, you came!

- Years ago, I swore I'd never darken these doors again.

But you got me thinkin', Reverend.

Maybe I've been missin' somethin'.

- What man of you, having an hundred sheep,

if he loses one, doth he not leave the ninety and nine

in the wilderness and go after that which is lost?

Welcome.

- Spread out so she doesn't sit with us.

- I can smell her from here.

- Would you just look at that creature?

If she sits here, I'm leaving.

- Don't worry, I don't want to sit with any

of you more than you want to sit with me.

- You can sit over here, Miss Bowen.

- Why, Peter!

I didn't expect to see you with this two-faced lot.

You're too good for the likes of Stephen Grant,

sitting there as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

You know, he set fire to his house

to get the insurance, and then he blamed me for it.

- Well, I never.

- What is that woman going to say next?

- Why, I haven't missed a thing.

Same old bunch of hypocrites, just a little older is all.

I could tell a few stories about Hetty King.

- Peg Bowen, since you clearly have no respect

for the sanctity of the church,

I would ask you to leave just as fast

as your wagging tongue will take you.

- You should learn the true meaning

of Christian charity, Hetty King.

You should ask Miss Olivia there to give you a few lessons.

Or your brother, Alec, for that matter.

The only difference between you and me, Hetty,

is that I say in public what you say behind closed doors.

(Peter laughs)

You're dead right, lad.

Sure, it would make a cat laugh.

- [Reverend Brinsmead] Miss Bowen!

(Peter laughs)

- Stop it, Peter.

You're only making things worse.

- Quiet.

Quiet, please.

Mr. Boynton, would you kindly favor

us with a medley on the organ?

- I never, in all my years!

- The gall of that woman!

- That is the last straw, you two.

You made a spectacle of yourselves, and of us,

in front of the whole town of Avonlea.

Sara Stanley, I ought to take you

over my knee and give you a darn good spanking.

And as for you, Peter Craig,

you've exhausted the last of my generosity.

As soon as I find a man to replace you,

you're through, for good.

- Hetty, you're too hasty.

Listen...

(carefree music)

(children squealing)

- Good work, Peter.

It won't be long before you're runnin' the farm on your own.

Well, you've got some chores to finish up,

and I've, want to have a word with my sister.

These kids got lots of trouble to get into.

- Why didn't you wait for me, Felicity?

- Oh, Edward, I forgot.

- I wanted to give you this shell.

- Thank you, Edward.

Peter, why don't you come and play with us?

- I can't, I have to finish my chores.

- Don't tell me you play with the hired boy.

- Edward Ray!

You're not jealous, are you?

(children laughing)

- Can't you play with us now, Peter?

What's left to do?

- A lot, I've got to stack the wood, collect the eggs--

- It's not fair.

You never have any time off.

I know, we'll help you.

- Speak for yourself, I don't do farm work.

- Edward Ray, your grandfather was a farmer!

- Well, I don't intend to be one.

- Come on, it'll be fun.

- Clemmie, I'm gonna tell ma on you.

- [Felicity] Aunt Olivia!

- Hello!

Whoa.

Felicity, be a dear and help me with my parcels.

And, Peter, can you take Blackie to the barn for me?

- Yes, Miss Olivia.

- Thanks.

- Don't be hard on him, Hetty.

You know, Peter's done a decent job of fixin' that fence.

'Course, um...

Once the harvest is in,

you'll want to think about replacing it.

And, uh, the roof needs work.

- Oh, Lord, what next?

- I'm back!

- Oh, hello!

Oh, put them right on the table there, Felicity.

Thank you, dear.

- You're welcome, bye.

- [Alec] Bye-bye.

- Well, what a day.

Oh, guess who I saw in Markdale?

- [Alec] Hmm?

- Peter's mother.

She looks so tired and worried, poor thing.

There she is, struggling to make ends meet,

reduced to being old Mrs. Connolly's housekeeper.

- In my opinion, Maude brought it on herself.

If she'd had any sense,

she'd never have married Jack Craig.

- Well, she has put up with an awful lot, Hetty.

- If what I hear is true,

he's in the right place now behind bars.

- Yeah, that should sober him up.

- I'm not so sure Peter's in the right place, though, Alec.

He'll never fill old Jake's shoes.

Why, Jake would have had that fence rebuilt

before I even knew it needed mending.

- No, he'll never replace old Jake.

He knew this farm like the back

of his hand, God rest his soul.

But Peter, he's a good boy.

- Boy, yes.

That, in a nutshell, is the problem.

I have the farm to run,

school to teach and Sara to take care of.

I should never have let you talk me

into hiring him in the first place.

- Look, Hetty, I've told you, I'll look after

anything that he can't handle, so stop fretting!

(grunting)

- There, all done.

Thanks, Felix.

- Come on, let's go play!

- I know, let's play blind man's bluff by the pond.

- I hate that game.

- Last one there's a dirty rotten egg!

- Come on, Peter.

You can put the horse in the barn after,

when we help you gather the eggs.

- Well...

- Come on, it'll be fun.

(mischievous music)

(children laughing)

- Hey, catch me, over here!

- Oh, I knew it was you, Peter!

(screaming)

- I got you!

- [Felicity] How dare you!

- What's going on?

- He tried to hold my hand.

- He tried what?

(crashing) (horse whinnying)

- Peter!

- The horse!

- What is it now?

- The bloody horse has run off.

(playful music)

- Blackie, wait!

- What in heaven's name's going on?

- Don't worry, I'll get her back.

- Peter Craig, you come back here!

- [Peter] Yes, ma'am!

- Who, who left that, that horse untied?

(panting)

- I guess I'm to blame, ma'am.

- Can't you do the simplest thing?

The horse could break its leg!

- I'm sorry.

- I've had enough.

You're going back where you belong.

Go on, now.

Inside, pack your bag.

- But, I-- - Go on.

- Uncle Alec caught the mare,

'cause she stopped for a drink down by the stream.

Where's Peter?

- I can't tell you the times I've told you

to leave that boy alone, Sara Stanley.

- We've been far too nice to him all along.

Fancy a hired boy trying to hold my hand.

- What do you expect from a boy whose father's in prison?

- Maybe he's innocent, just like my father.

He never did the things that they accused him of.

- Maybe, but you could be safe in doubting it.

- You bite your tongue, Felicity King!

My father never did anything wrong.

- I was talking about Peter's father.

- Peter, what are you doing?

- Your Aunt Hetty let me go.

She told me to go pack my bags.

- What?

- My ma was counting on me.

I let her down when she needed me most.

(somber music)

- Hetty, please, give him one more chance!

- Olivia, you're all heart and no brains.

I feel like I'm trying to run a farm

with three children; Sara, Peter and you.

- Aunt Hetty, you mustn't let peter go.

It's not his fault.

I saw him tie up the horse, I really did.

- You know how much this job means to Peter, Hetty.

- Aunt Hetty, if you let Peter stay,

then I promise I'll leave him alone.

I won't even speak to him.

- How many times have I heard that before, hmm?

- I cross my heart.

And anyway, if you let him go, where will he stay?

He can't stay with his mother.

They don't have a home anymore.

- I, I, I wanted to help Peter

and his mother, I really did, Sara.

It just isn't working.

I need a proper hired hand like old Jake.

Besides, Peter will be better off somewhere else.

Perhaps his mother could--

- But you promised to keep him here

so that he could go to school!

- That's right, Aunt Hetty, you broke your promise.

- I'm ready to go, ma'am.

- Well, Peter, perhaps I was a bit hasty.

- Ma'am?

- It's true, those children had no business bothering you.

But then, you should never have left that horse untied.

Someone could have been seriously hurt.

But as long as you learn from your mistakes

and try harder to finish your duties

so you can go to school, well then...

Yes, you can stay on.

- Thank you, Aunt Hetty.

- But you're still probationary,

mind you, depending on how well you do.

- You won't be sorry, ma'am.

(bright music)

- [Felicity] Felix, you're supposed to wait until lunchtime.

- [Felix] I'm starving.

- [Felicity] You're always starving.

- I'm gonna do my very best.

I'm gonna prove to Miss Hetty that I can do it.

But I don't know about school.

I've never spent much time at it before.

- Don't worry, Peter, I missed a lot of school, too.

But now I'm nearly all caught up.

- Well, look who's here, the prince of the barnyard.

- Shut your mouth, Edward Ray.

- Sara.

Pay no attention to her, Edward.

- Uh-oh, there's Peg Bowen.

- Run, before she sees us.

She'll put a spell on us!

- [Sara] She's not even looking at us.

- [Clemmie Ray] She doesn't need to.

My mom says she's got eyes in the back of her head.

- [Sara] That's impossible!

- [Felix] Peg Bowen knows about everything

that happens in this town, even if she's not there.

- Look, Peter is Peg Bowen's friend!

Peter Craig is a witch's helper!

(children laughing)

- Now, let's see what you can do.

Can you add that?

- Um, three plus one is, um...

Um...no, ma'am.

- Even I can do that.

- Well then, let's see about your, uh, spelling, hmm?

The stalwart soldier stormed the castle wall.

Write it.

- Um...

The

stal

stal, stal--

- The stalwart soldier stormed the castle wall.

- Stal, stal--

- No, no, that's enough, Peter, that's enough.

- [Felicity] He can barely even write.

- He's dumb as a post.

- Well, William the Conqueror couldn't write, either.

- I know about history, ma'am.

- Well, really?

Can you name the kings of England?

- Starting with William Conqueror or the Tudors?

- The Tudors will be fine.

- Henry the VII, Henry VIII, Edward VI,

Mary Tudor, Queen Elizabeth, James I,

Charles I, the II, James II.

- Very impressive, Peter Craig.

- Edward VI was only ten when he came to the throne, ma'am.

- And where did you learn all this?

- My ma used to read to me from the history book.

- Hmm, well.

With a memory like that, there's hope for you yet.

Mind you, it will require a great deal

of time and effort to catch up properly.

Now, where shall I put you?

Uh,

ah, Edward Ray is our best student.

You can sit next to him.

(sneezing)

Coughs and sneezes spread diseases,

so you best watch out for that cold, Edward.

Besides, I'll be needing you to assist Peter

with his studies over the next several weeks.

(light music)

- Oh, Edward.

I pray this is just a cold and not the influenza.

(coughing)

A woman died at Markdale two weeks ago,

and the influenza has never stood very well with the Rays.

Who is it, Clemmie?

- It's the witch of Avonlea!

- Shh, shh!

(dog barking)

Peg Bowen, what are you doing here?

- I heard your boy's in a bad way.

I've got a remedy here.

It should keep his fever down.

- I don't want your remedy, or your witchcraft.

You leave this property immediately,

you hear, or I'll set the dog on you!

(barking and growling)

- You can always size a person up

by the kind of dog she keeps.

That Mrs. Ray's a mean-spirited old harpy.

What I wouldn't give to tell

that woman what I really think of her.

Her and all the Sunday Christians in this town!

You aren't afraid of me, are you, lad?

- Um, no.

- Didn't think so.

I've been watching you.

You're just like your father, Jack Craig.

- Really, I am?

- Good man.

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

He was never afraid to speak his mind,

which ain't easy in a town like this.

Folks call you crazy if you don't

think exactly like they think.

Now, I want you to do something for me.

I want you to take this package to Edward Ray's mother.

Now, I've no use for her, but the boy's deathly ill,

and this'll bring his fever down.

- Deathly ill?

- You've got a horse, and the boy's in a bad way.

So will you take it?

- Well, I don't know.

All right, I'll take it.

- Knew you would.

Now, tell her to put it in water,

boil it up and make him drink it.

And mind you, don't tell her who gave it to you,

or she won't take it from you neither!

(hopeful music)

(knocking)

- Yes?

- I'm Peter Craig, the hired boy over at Rose Cottage.

- Oh, yes, Peter.

What can I do for you?

- We heard Edward has a bad fever.

I've got something that might make him better.

- Well, that's very kind of you, Peter.

- You're to add water, boil it up,

and give him some every half-hour.

- Oh, well, tell Hetty I'm much obliged.

- Peter?

Peter, what were you doing with Peg Bowen?

- Nothin'.

- What were you talking to her about?

Aunt Hetty's all upset.

- Peter Craig, I don't want you talking to

that Bowen woman any more, do you understand?

It will just encourage her to come 'round.

- But she asked me to deliver something.

- Nor do I want you running errands for her.

She's an out and out lunatic.

Is that clear?

- Yes, Miss Hetty.

- Edward was right.

Peg Bowen's teaching you witchcraft!

- Sara, I thought you promised Aunt Hetty

that you wouldn't speak to Peter any more.

Are you coming?

- Ugh, there was a worm in that apple

and you just swallowed it, you little piggy!

- If there's a worm in there, you find it, Felicity!

- You have the best orchard and the biggest farm.

My ma says you're rich, richer than anyone else in Avonlea.

- My father works very, very hard.

- Still, it's not fair.

- Of course it's fair.

Grandpa King was one of the first settlers on the island.

And since we were here first, it's only fair

that our family is the most prosperous.

Grandpa King planted a tree for each one of us the day

we were born so that we'd all have one of our own.

- You were so lucky to be born in the King family.

- Well, I'm certainly glad that I wasn't born poor.

That would be just awful.

What are you going to do with your apple, Sara?

- I haven't decided yet.

- I'm going to sell my apples and give the money

to the visiting missionary on Sunday.

- I'm going to sell mine and use

the money to buy a new hat to wear.

- I sure wish I had a tree of my own.

- You do?

Well, there is one orchard tree that you can have.

It's over there, the dwarf tree.

The apples are so sour, the pigs won't even eat them,

but I'm sure they're good enough for you.

(melancholy music)

(crying)

- I just heard what they said in the orchard, Peter.

I know it might be difficult, but, uh,

don't let them see that they can get your goat.

(sneezing)

Are you all right there, lad?

- I'm fine.

- You look a bit pale to me.

- No, I'm all right.

- Don't you fret about your job.

Hetty, she's not gonna let you go.

The bark is a lot worse than the bite, hmm?

- Cat got your tongue, Sara?

- Just don't feel like talking.

- Is something wrong with your food, Peter?

- No, the food's fine, Miss Olivia.

- Why, Peter, you're perspiring, are you ill?

- He's probably just exhausted.

I told you it was too much work for him.

- Oh, no, Hetty, he's burning up.

- Open your mouth, boy.

Stick out your tongue.

Hmm, raw as calves' liver.

Mix up some hot brine and, uh,

ginger for him to gargle with, Olivia.

- I'll put the kettle on.

- Hetty, I think I'd better go for the doctor.

(somber music)

(shivering)

- I just know that Peter is not sick.

- Just lazy.

- Peter's not lazy.

(mocking)

- Children, listen to me, please.

I don't want you to go anywhere near Peter for a while.

He's seriously ill with the flu, and he's contagious.

So, in the meantime, Sara's going to stay with us.

- You're still feeling all right, aren't you, Sara?

- Of course I am.

- I hope we all don't get the flu now.

Fancy getting the flu from a hired boy.

- Felicity King, you bite your tongue!

How dare you speak that way about Peter when he's sick.

- Yes, but it, it was so sudden.

- This is a bad case of virulent influenza.

He's a very, very sick boy.

I can't seem to get his fever down.

- But he will get better, won't he, doctor?

- I can't promise you that.

The next 24 hours will be critical.

He could go either way.

- Oh, Lord.

But, but there must be something we can do.

- No, I'm afraid not.

Just keep giving him fluids

and you'd best send for his mother.

(children chattering)

- Edward!

Edward, you're back!

- He's been up and around for nearly two days now.

- I was so sick I almost died.

- Guess what?

Peter's sick now.

- Very, very sick.

The doctor's not sure he'll get better, either.

- I don't believe it.

I mean, babies die, old people die, but not someone our age.

- He's got virulent influenza.

- I know how he got it, from me.

And do you know what he did after I was so mean to him?

He brought me medicine from your Aunt Hetty.

Hasn't she given him any?

- What medicine?

- Aunt Hetty never sent you any medicine.

- The day the missionary spoke.

- No.

- But I'm sure Peter brought me medicine.

- Maybe it was Peg Bowen.

(suspenseful music)

- [Edward] Look at those cats.

- That mean one must be Peg Bowen.

Ma says she can turn herself into a cat.

- That's ridiculous.

I'm not afraid of her.

(cat growling and hissing)

- What do you want?

(screaming)

Edward, I see my potion's had an effect on you.

- Your medicine saved my life.

Now it's Peter who's sick.

- Peter Craig?

(dramatic music)

Here, go on, take it.

(knocking)

- Why, Edward.

Yes?

- I brought some medicine for Peter, Miss Hetty.

- I don't understand.

- I would have died if Peter hadn't brought it for me.

It's an herb mixture from Peg Bowen.

- Peg Bowen?

- You're to put these in a quart of water,

boil them up and give him a cup every hour or so.

- Thank you, Edward.

- Miss Hetty?

I'm the one who let your horse run away with your buggy.

Peter got all the blame, but it was really my fault.

- It was?

Peg!

Peg, come back!

- His pulse is weaker.

- Peter, dear, your mother's here.

- Peter?

Peter, I'm here.

You're going to be all right.

- Mama?

- Mm-hmm.

- How'd you get here?

Did papa bring you?

- Papa's gone away, remember?

He'll come back, as soon as he can.

Peter?

- Huh?

- [Mrs. Craig] You mustn't go to sleep, Peter.

You've got to fight.

- Poor Peter!

- We were so mean to him and he

never did anything to any of us.

- He was twice as smart as lots of boys.

- And a much harder worker.

- It's too late to be saying all of this.

Peter will never know how much we thought of him.

- Maybe he'll get better.

The doctor could be wrong.

- If Peter does die, will he go to heaven

even if he's not a Presbyterian?

- I don't want him to go to heaven or anywhere else.

(crying)

I just want him to stay here.

Someone's coming.

It's Aunt Olivia.

- His fever broke.

He's out of danger.

- [Janet] Oh, thank God!

- Peter's gonna be alright.

- You're all I have in the world.

I wish I could take you home and look after you.

- You're not to worry, Maude Craig.

We'll take good care of him here.

I'll make sure he doesn't go

to work till he's good and ready.

Oh, with winter coming on

there won't be so much work to be done.

- I'll be fine, mama.

I'll stay here till papa comes back, like we planned.

- You have visitors.

(tender music)

- Peter, I'm sorry I made you come to church with us.

Now look at all the trouble I've caused you.

- That's alright.

To tell you the truth, I kind of like church.

- Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry I acted the way I did!

- That's alright, Felicity.

- When you're all better,

will you come fishing with me, Peter?

I'll show you my best spot.

- Sure, Edward, thanks.

- [Felix] They're coming!

- Oh, Peter, you've got a new suit!

Don't you look handsome?

- Well, if he intends going to church with us

this winter, he'll need it, for warmth.

- Oh, thank you, Aunt Hetty.

- Sara, now, don't make a spectacle of yourself.

- Now, before we eat, there's one thing we must do.

Sara?

(trumpeting)

- We dedicate this tree in the famous King orchard

to Peter Craig in hope that he leads a long

and happy life with us here at the King farm.

- Hooray!

(all clapping)

(bright orchestra music)

(crickets chirping) (owl hooting)

(stately orchestra music)