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(bird calling)

(mystical music)

(tranquil music)

(majestic music)

(bird cawing)

- Stop here, driver.

(horse snorts)

I prefer to walk the rest of the way, thank you.

(horse snorts)

- My land, look what the wind blew in.

- If my memory serves, Mrs. Potts,

it's an ill wind that blows no good.

- You're right, Mrs. Ray.

Remember that awful ruckus last time he was in Avonlea?

- And at the funeral, of all places.

Well, I suppose nothing's sacred to some people.

(Mrs. Potts tsks)

(cheerful music)

(horse neighs)

(bird cawing)

- [Alec] There's the old cutter.

What do you think?

- (sighs) It's beautiful, Uncle Alec.

- Yes indeed and we haven't had her out

since last year's Avonlea skating party.

- Here, Sara, try this.

(Alec chuckles)

- Oh, I love fur rugs.

They're always so warm and cozy.

(Alec chuckles)

- [Felix] Yah.

- All right, Felix king,

you're in trouble now. - Oh no, no!

No, no! - Yeah!

(laughing)

(squealing and laughing)

(Alec grunting)

- [Felix] Let's go!

- [Alec] I'm gonna get you kids for that.

(growls)

- Go, go, go! - He's coming, he's coming!

(screaming and laughing)

- [Felix] Run!

- [Alec] How can you stop me now?

- [Felix] Let's go!

- [Alec] Ah-ha!

I'm coming.

(screaming)

- [Felix] Felicity.

(squealing)

(moves into exuberant music)

- Papa!

- Sara!

- Papa! - Sara!

(Blair chuckles)

- I missed you so much.

- Oh, (smooches) I missed you too.

- I was so afraid.

- I'm glad to see you.

- Look who that is.

That's Blair, Sara's dad.

Well, well.

- [Janet] Oh, thank you, Andrew.

- [Felix] Mother, Mother!

- Uncle Blair's here!

- I wanted to tell her, Felicity.

- Uncle Blair?

- Yes!

- What, you,

Blair is here?

- Yes!

- Oh no.

Oh, good gracious.

Oh, well, isn't that just like Blair Stanley?

No letter, no telegraph. (door latch clicks)

- [Alec] Janet?

You'll never believe who's here.

(Blair chuckles)

- Oh, well. (laughs)

Blair Stanley, this is a surprise.

- Isn't it wonderful, Aunt Janet?

- Janet, it's good to see you.

And look how this family's grown.

- Ooh, yes.

Cecily and Felix weren't even in this world yet.

Oh, now, I'm wrong.

Felix had just been born when Ruth.

- [Alec] Here, let me take your coat.

- [Sara] I'll take it, Papa.

- You must have some good news for us, man.

Tell us about the trial.

- Well, there's not much to tell.

- Oh, now, Blair, we've all been watching the papers.

(laughs) Embezzlement.

- (laughs) I have been acquitted.

- Good for you. (Blair chuckles)

- Papa, that's wonderful!

- Yes.

So with all that behind us, we can get back to our life.

I can now take Sara home.

- Home?

- When do you, uh, plan on leaving, Blair?

- I've booked return tickets for tomorrow. (chuckles)

- Tomorrow?

Papa...

- But you can't leave that soon.

- You'll miss the skating party.

- All right, now, that's enough, let's go.

Set the table.

Off you go, you too, Sara.

Come on, your daddy must be famished.

Do something.

- You shouldn't be in such a rush about leaving, Blair.

We, uh, country folk don't take well to sudden change.

You know that.

- Alec, I appreciate everything that's been done

for Sara during my, uh, difficulty,

but you know what I'm up against with Hetty.

I think it's best that I leave right away.

- Alec.

Shouldn't someone go over and tell Olivia and Hetty?

- Well, maybe we should wait,

at least have dinner in peace.

(light peaceful music)

- Whoa, whoa.

Yup, that'll do.

(Hetty humming)

(bird cawing)

(moves into apprehensive music)

- Hmm.

(playful music)

- Whoa.

(knocking)

- Yes?

- Um.

Miss.

- King?

- King.

Uh, I've come to call for Miss, um, Olivia.

- Oh.

Is that so?

Olivia.

- Oh, my goodness,

I don't know where I've left my little black notebook.

- You didn't saying anything to me about

going to that lecture with Jasper Dale.

- Jasper's only accompanying me to take a photograph,

that's all, Hetty.

- (huffs) Gallivanting all over the island with that...

- Oh, I would hardly call going

to the town hall in Markdale gallivanting.

(pants) How do you like my new hat?

I bought it with my first paycheck

from the Avonlea Chronicle.

- Don't really think blue's your color, Olivia.

- Well, don't wait supper for me.

Oh, and Sara asked me to tell you that she'll

be having dinner over at Janet's with the children.

- I spend so much time on my own these days,

I might as well be living on my own,

not that anyone cares what I--

- Goodbye, Hetty.

(forlorn music)

- What I do.

(buggy wheels clattering)

- [Janet] Blair, this is such a pleasant surprise!

(Janet speaking quietly)

- Sara, you can't possibly go so soon.

- What else can do?

- Talk to him.

- [Janet] Alec, remember the last time we took the ferry?

- I tell you, it was so rough the fish were seasick.

(laughing)

- Well, Sara, my dear,

we should pick up your things at Rose Cottage,

because I've booked rooms for us at the hotel in Markdale.

- Hotel?

Papa, I don't want to stay in a hotel.

Stay with me at Rose Cottage.

- (sighs) Sara, I have it on good authority

from Nanny Louisa that there is

a great lack of accommodation there.

- Blair, you're more than welcome to stay here with us.

- Please, Papa?

- I don't want to impose.

- You're not imposing, man, you're family.

- All right, thank you.

- At any rate, Sara, it's going to be a day tomorrow,

so you get your coat and I'll walk you home.

(tranquil music)

(bird cawing)

- Papa, I do want to stay for the Avonlea skating party.

All my friends will be there

and I want to prove to them I have a father.

I think I just want to stay here for a little longer.

I'm not ready to leave yet.

- (sighs) Sara, I know how you must feel,

but it's imperative that I get back to my--

- Look, there's Aunt Olivia.

Come and say hello.

- Olivia?

- Aunt Olivia, my papa's here.

- Blair Stanley!

Whatever are you doing here?

- Olivia.

You have turned into quite a beauty.

- Oh, Blair, um, I'd like you to meet Jasper Dale.

Jasper, Blair Stanley.

- Um.

- Good to meet you, Mr. Dale.

- Well, yeah, it's, uh.

Miss King, I'd, uh, be better suited to,

uh, you know, be on my way.

- Oh.

(Jasper and Olivia grunt)

- Nice to have, uh, nice to have met ya.

Goodbye. (clicks tongue)

- Mr. Dale.

Wait.

- Goodbye.

- Jasper works with me.

He takes wonderful photographs.

- Oh, yes.

Sara wrote and told me about your job with the newspaper.

- Now, Blair, you must come in.

I won't hear of you being in Avonlea

without coming in to pay your respects to Rose Cottage.

- Olivia, I really shouldn't.

- Oh, of course you can, Papa.

You can stay here as long as you want.

(suspenseful music)

(gasps)

(piano music)

This is Mama's piano.

Do you remember it, Papa?

- Yes.

In fact, I think she used to play that same piece.

- I know.

Aunt Olivia told me that this was her music book.

Look at this.

- I gave that book to your mother on her 21st birthday.

(calm music)

(piano music)

- Oh, Olivia.

- (gasps) Oh, oh!

Hetty, you startled me.

- I want that man out.

I need time to think what we're to do.

- To do about what?

- About Sara, of course.

Really, Olivia, sometimes I wonder

what's there between your ears.

- Oh, Hetty, really, I don't understand

what's to be so upset about. - Shh!

- What?

- Believe me, I will not let go of Sara

as easily as I did our Ruth.

- Let go?

Hetty, calm down, he's not taking her anywhere.

- Don't be naive, Olivia.

Blair knows he's not welcome, yet he's here.

Oh, he'll spirit that child away, all right,

before we can blink an eye.

- Oh, I think you're mistaken.

- Olivia.

- I know, Sara, but I've already explained that we have to--

- Well, here we go.

- Where's Aunt Hetty?

- Hetty is, um, I called up to her and she's, um.

- Humph.

I think it'd be better if I was on my way.

If Hetty wanted to see me, she'd be down here by now.

- Please don't leave yet, Papa.

- Now young lady, you get a good night's sleep,

'cause we've got a big day tomorrow

and you've got to be packed and ready

first thing in the morning.

(smacks lips)

- First thing?

Oh, Blair, no!

You stay here at Rose Cottage for a few days, at least.

I'm sure Hetty will agree once I've spoken with her.

- Why, (laughs) Blair Stanley.

Well, you're the last person I expected to see

standing in my parlor this frosty winter afternoon.

- Hetty, what a pleasure it is to see you again.

I want you to know how much I appreciate

what you've done for Sara.

I need only look at her to see

how well she's been taken care of.

- There's no need to flatter me.

- I'm not flattering you, Hetty.

I am genuinely grateful for what you've done

for my daughter.

- The truth is, Blair, it was my intention

never to speak a word to you again.

Unfortunately, uh, circumstance has prevented that.

- That is unfortunate for both of us.

- Am I to assume, then, that you're here to take Sara?

- Yes.

- How foolish of me to think otherwise, knowing you as I do.

True to form, you dropped her on us

when it was convenient for you

and now I suppose it's convenient for you to take her away?

- I don't think this is the kind of conversation

we should be having in front of Sara.

- Blair, please.

- Admit it, Blair, Sara stands a better chance

of growing up a normal, healthy child in Avonlea

than ever she would in that pampered

little world of yours in Montreal.

Oh, she goes to a proper school here.

She's got color in her cheeks.

She manages without a nursemaid catering to her every whim.

- Please, Hetty, I am her father

and you won't find me as easy to dispatch

as Sara's nanny Louisa.

- I want you out of the house immediately.

- Gladly.

Please have Sara ready to leave

tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m. sharp.

- Blair, please.

- I'm truly sorry, Olivia.

- Papa.

- Don't worry, sweetheart.

It'll be all right.

I'll be staying with Janet and Alec,

and I'll see you in the morning.

(smacks lips)

(Sara sobs)

(Sara sniffs)

(door rattles)

(door slams)

(Sara sobbing)

- Olivia, I hold you entirely responsible for all of this.

I cannot believe that you would be so senseless and, and,

and thoughtless as to allow that man

in this house in the first place.

- I was just being courteous, Hetty.

Blair is family, after all.

- Hmm.

Ah, where is that man?

I can't imagine him wanting to spend

that much time with Hetty.

- Janet, I think we should stay out

of the situation as much as possible.

- Oh, Alec, that's what you always say.

- Yes, but after all, it shouldn't come as any surprise.

- Kitchen stairs.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Blair is Sara's father.

I mean, we knew he was gonna come for her sooner or later.

- Yes, well, I just don't think it's fair

to uproot her so suddenly.

- Here.

- Oh.

You know what I think?

Blair is not thinking of Sara,

he's thinking only of himself.

- Ah, it seems I'm one of the few members of this family

who is not an expert on what other people are thinking.

- Oh, if only we could make him stay

a little longer, at least.

Oh, Alec, the children are going to miss her so much.

I'm going to miss her.

- I know, I will too.

- Couldn't you talk some sense into him?

- What can I say?

You know Blair.

Once he's made his mind up,

you can move land and sea, he won't budge.

- Oh, he's back.

- Front stairs.

- That woman.

I don't care if she is your sister.

Roasting in hell would be preferable than dealing with her.

- Blair, shh, you'll wake the children.

(Blair sighs)

- Back to the kitchen.

(children sigh)

- What is wrong with her narrow little mind?

That woman has a chip on her shoulder

and I would like to knock it off with a--

- Things didn't go well with Hetty?

Oh.

Well, uh, I suppose you two gentlemen

have a lot to talk about, don't you, Alec?

So I'll just go upstairs and make sure

the children are all settled in.

Blair, I've put in the girls' room.

They're going to bunk in with the boys.

- Uh-oh, run!

- [Felix] Go, Cecily.

- You look like a man who could use some fortification.

Now this is, uh, strictly for medicinal purposes, of course.

- Of course.

- You know, I don't think I've had a drink of this since,

uh, oh, since Cecily was born.

- Really?

- Well, maybe once or twice since then.

Cheers.

(sad music)

(wind blowing)

- [Sara] Come in.

- Sara, you should be in bed by now.

You can finish packing in the morning.

- Why do Aunt Hetty and Papa hate each other so much?

- Oh, its senseless, Sara.

Hetty blames him for taking your mother away from us

and some people just can't let go of a hurt.

Seems like the longer they hold onto it,

the larger it becomes.

- But if we leave tomorrow,

then they'll always hate each other forever.

- Well, there are some things you just can't change, Sara.

- I'm frightened, Aunt Olivia.

I'm frightened that if we leave tomorrow,

I'll never be able to come back here.

- Oh, Sara.

You can always come back here whenever you want,

even if I have to go to Montreal and get you.

- It wouldn't be the same though.

I'd just be a visitor

and visitors never get treated the same as real family.

- Oh, I promise that will never happen.

Our feelings for you

will never change, no matter where you are.

- [Blair] I still have controlling interest in the company

and I've managed to hold on to the house.

- Ah.

Well, uh, if you need help, we've put a little aside

and if you can use it, it's there for you and Sara.

- Well, thank you, Alec, that's very kind,

but I have every intention of building the company back up

and that's another reason why I want to get back

to Montreal as soon as possible.

- Now, if you don't mind my saying, you know,

courtrooms give a man a certain pallor.

You'd do yourself a lot of good to stay out here

for a few days, let the island rejuvenate you.

Well, I can help smooth things out with Hetty, but,

you got to give Sara some time.

She's got a lot of farewells to make.

- I'm sorry.

I've agonized over this.

And I believe it's for the best.

- All right, i won't say another word.

- [Janet] Alec?

- Whoops.

- Alec?

Oh, Blair.

Well, your room is all ready for you

and I but out some fresh towels.

- Well, thank you.

I certainly hope i haven't put you out, Janet,

or the children.

- Oh, no, the four of them are quite comfortable.

I think it's a bit of an adventure.

- Well, good night, then.

And thank you for the advise, Alec.

- Any time, Blair.

- Good for you.

So, he did listen?

- Listen?

Oh, well, no.

- What?

- He's still planning on leaving first thing in the morning.

- Oh, then Hetty's the problem.

You've got to talk to Hetty, Alec.

It's the only to straighten this out.

- Janet, calm down.

It's late, I'm tired!

- I don't know, Alec.

I used to think I married the head of the King family,

but now, I'm beginning to wonder who does wear

the trousers on this farm, you or Hetty.

- There's a time and place for everything, dear.

I'll go over in the morning.

- [Janet] In the morning, Sara will be gone.

Go over now, and tell Hetty what you think.

- I'm not gonna to go over to Rose Cottage

and rant and rave at Hetty at this hour.

- Why not, unless of course you're still afraid of Hetty.

- Hetty!

How could you have said all those things to Blair

with Sara standing right there?

The poor child was so upset I could barely

get her settled down!

- If you had listened to me, Olivia,

this would have never had happened.

Give me that.

As usual, you didn't think before you opened your mouth.

- No, Hetty, you're the one who didn't think!

You've done the very thing that will ensure Sara's gone

from the Island tomorrow.

- [Hetty] Oh, ssh.

You've no right to allow that man to set foot in my house.

- You're house?

- Well, I'm the eldest.

- Oh so, is this your carpet, is this your lamp?

Is nothing mine?

Then perhaps it would be best if I left too!

- Don't be ridiculous, Olivia.

- You needn't continue to support me.

I am perfectly capable of being independent

now that I'm earning some money of my own.

- Yes and just what would you do, where would you go?

- I could take a room at the boarding house.

- Well, that's just as ludicrous as saying that,

you'll elope with Jasper Dale!

(rapping at the door)

- I'm sorry but I can't sleep until I've told you

what's on my mind.

I want you to know, Hetty, that I,

I have stood by, once too often,

while you overstepped all the bounds of common decency.

- [Hetty] Has everyone gone quite mad?

- Look, you've made your own bed, you can lie in it

for all I care!

But not where that child is concerned.

I cannot tolerate anymore of these disruptive partings.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I'm telling you, Hetty.

If what Blair said to me tonight is any indication,

in all probability, you will never, ever see Sara again.

- Hetty, please make your peace with him once and for all.

You're the only one who can change things.

- You both want me to make my peace with Blair Stanley.

Even though he's about to take away Sara,

just as he did our Ruth.

That's what you want me to do, hmm?

- Yes.

- Over my dead body!

- Good lord, woman!

(soft orchestral)

Hetty will never change, Blair is just as stubborn.

Thank goodness, Sara has some sense.

Maybe some of it will rub off on them.

(owl hooting)

- Sara.

- Help me inside.

You're hurting me.

- What are you doing here?

- Cecily, Sara's here.

- Have you run away?

- What's going on?

- I've decided that I'm not going to leave until Aunt Hetty

and Papa make up.

Otherwise, I'll never be able to come back here.

- You're leaving all right.

You should've heard your father tonight.

- He was so mad at Aunt Hetty

that his veins were gonna explode.

- I don't care, I'm not leaving.

- How good, Sara, I don't want you to go

- Well, you're going to have to disappear.

- Well, where do you suggest we hide you, under the bed?

- I know the perfect place.

- They'll be so remorseful.

They'll have to forget about their quarrel.

And unite in their love for me.

It's a wonderful idea.

- Olivia!

Has Sara been up already this morning?

- I don't think so, why?

Oh, gracious Province!

- This is all the fault of that blasted Blair Stanley!

Peter!

Peter!

- She's nowhere, I checked in the shed,

the chicken coop, everywhere.

- Well, did you look under the house?

- Uh, no ma'am.

- Now, then do so, go on.

- Hetty, Hetty!

Blair is here.

- Oh, good Lord.

- This can't be happening.

- Oh, good Lord.

- Blair.

- Morning, Olivia.

- Blair, we have a slight delay.

We don't quite know--

- Well, she is ready, isn't she?

Then I'll go up and bring her things down.

- Sara isn't upstairs, Blair, she's well, she's gone.

- Gone, what in blazes do you mean gone?

- She's gone, we went to wake her up this morning

and she wasn't there.

- Sara!

Sara!

Hetty King, I can't believe the lengths to which you go,

where have you hidden her?

- Hidden her, what kind of a woman do you think I am?

- Don't ask me.

Sara!

- Look, how could she--

- Alec, I don't know!

Maybe she went over to your house to say goodbye.

- We just came from there, Olivia.

- She's not anywhere, Ms. Hetty.

- Go for Constable Jefferies, Peter.

- [Blair] Dammit, she is gone.

- I told you she was--

- Don't you say another word to me, you old battle ax!

You ought to be tarred and feathered.

- Blair, that's enough, let's start looking.

- I'm right behind you.

- Don't stand there ogling, Olivia, start looking.

- If you would just calm down and come to your senses,

Hetty, we'd all stand a better chance of finding Sara.

- You're a fine one to tell me to calm down.

- Let's have a look down this way, come on!

(soft music)

- [Olivia] Jasper!

- I brought the photographs from yesterday.

- Sara's run away!

- Turned out rather well.

Run away?

- Her father came to take her home and,

she didn't want to leave.

- Calm yourself, Olivia, she can't have gone that far.

- Oh, this is all Hetty's doing.

I know she's my sister, but I really don't know what to do.

She'll just never change.

- Well, perhaps it's time that you changed.

Well, why don't we go into the town and see

if someone there has seen her.

- Sara, it's just us.

Andrew, stay back and watch the door.

Sara.

- So, tell me all the news.

- Well, they're running around like ants on a griddle.

And they're still at each others throats.

- Papa and Aunt Hetty haven't apologize yet?

- They haven't spoken a word.

- Sara, I heard your father say something

that even I wouldn't repeat.

- What?

- Quick, Uncle Alec is coming, hide!

- Ah, any sign of her?

- No, no.

- Can't find her anywhere.

- Well, I think I'll stay out here with you.

It's about the only place man can get any peace around here.

- Don't worry, father, I'm sure Sara will turn up.

How are Uncle Blair and Aunt Hetty?

- Are they ever going to stop fighting?

- Oh, probably, just not in our lifetime.

Well, you children keep on looking, eh?

- He's gone.

- Looks like I'm gonna to be here a while.

Don't forget to bring me dinner.

- Don't worry.

- Bye, Sara.

- Bye, Felix.

- Blair Stanley, I can't help but say that,

if you hadn't been so dead set on leaving so quickly,

none of this would've happened.

- I should've left last night, if the truth be known.

- The truth be known, you should've stay away all together.

- It's a good job I did come back since you seem totally

incapable of keeping track of her.

- And just how do you intend taking care her

any better, Blair Stanley?

A man living on his own, preoccupied as you are

with your need to conquer the business world.

She'll stand as much chance at living a normal life

as Ruth had.

- What did you say?

- Ruth would still be alive today if she hadn't fallen pray

to your decadent and excessive ways!

- Hetty!

- Traveling here and there, willy-nilly.

Picking up goodness knows what kind of diseases

along the way.

- Now, you know perfectly well that Ruth contracted

tuberculosis at home in Montreal!

It had nothing to do with our travels,

Good God, woman, when will you get that

through your thick skull?

- Now, stop this, both of you!

It's your blasted quarreling that started this

in the first place!

- Alec.

- Well.

Don't expect me to stand around to make

pleasantries with you, Hetty.

I'm going outside to look some more.

- Well,

I'll come with you.

- Grab some apples, hurry up!

- What are you children up to?

- Nothing.

- Sara, thank God you're safe.

- Sara, oh my goodness.

- Have you any idea what you put us though?

I've a good mind--

- Sara, why would you do such a thing?

- 'Cause she didn't want to return to Montreal with you,

it's perfectly clear.

- What?

- That's not true, Aunt Hetty!

- Sara, come down from there, right now.

- No.

Why do I have to choose between Aunt Hetty and you?

Mother loved you both and so do I.

- Sara, come down now.

- Not until you finish quarreling.

You're not being fair.

- [Alec] Sara, careful with the door!

- [Blair] Sara!

Sara!

- Oh, Sara.

- [Hetty] Sara.

- [Alec] I'll get a doctor!

- [Felecia] No.

(musical clock sounding)

- Well, I've set her leg.

It was only a small fracture, but she may have a concussion.

She's sleeping quite comfortably now,

but you must wake her up every hour.

She mustn't be allowed to fall into a deep sleep.

- May I go and see her?

- Oh, certainly.

Well, I'll take my eave now, Hetty.

Call me if there's any change at all, hmm?

Oh, no, I'll see myself out.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- Well, there's no point in all of us staying up all night,

so, I'll go back home and keep Janet

and the children company, they're worried sick.

Hetty.

Good night.

- Good night.

(soft music)

- Oh, Jasper, she just looks so little and pale.

(soft music)

- Well, I'll come by tomorrow and see how she is.

- Thank you.

Do you want some help cleaning it up?

- Leave me alone, Olivia, I'm perfectly capable

of doing this myself!

- Hetty, you don't always have to pretend

to be the strong one!

If you'd only listened to me in the first place,

you just end up chasing away the very people

you love the most.

- I know, Olivia, I know it.

Now I've lost Sara.

I should never have stood in Blair Stanley's way.

I'm losing you too.

But as you suggest, I have no one to blame but myself, so.

- Hetty, you haven't lost Sara and you haven't lost me.

(soft somber music)

- Why don't you sit down, Hetty.

There's room.

Sara.

Sara.

- So, Blair Stanley.

Like it or not, we're bound together by those we love.

(soft music)

(joyful theme music)

Hello, how are you?

- I'll pick you up.

- Sure.

- There you are.

Well, young lady, you certainly scared some sense

into your aunt Hetty and me.

You come back to Montreal whenever you are ready.

Just don't leave it too long.

- Why, Blair Stanley, isn't it wonderful how nothing

was proven against you?

I must say, we followed your case with much interest.

- Sure you have, Clara Potts.

- Good day to you.

- Good day.

- Good day to you, ladies

- I said all the people in Avonlea were interesting,

Papa, I didn't say they were all nice.

- Now, you keep yourself covered there, Sara.

Don't want you catching pneumonia, on top of all this.

(lighthearted music)

- Oh, Hello, Sara Stanley.

- Hello, Mr. Dale.

- Ah, yeah.

How's the leg?

- Much better, thank you.

- Jasper, this is a surprise.

When was the last time you attended

the Avonlea Skating Party?

- Oh, well, I haven't been--

- Skating.

- Skating for a dog's age, just came to see Sara.

- And Olivia too, no doubt.

Well, she's over there.

- Bye.

- Sara, will you look at that.

I must say, Olivia is quite forward

taking his arm like that.

You'd almost think they were courting.

- I think they are courting, Aunt Hetty.

- What?

- Come on, Hetty, don't be an old stick in the mud.

- I don't skate, Alec.

- It's never to late to learn.

Come on, dear, you don't need skates when you're with me.

There.

- [Felix] Aunt Hetty!

- Aunt Hetty better watch out, she's liable to break

her own leg.

(girls laughing)

- May your father have the honor of a skate with you?

- How?

- Like this.

Gently, yes, all right, you're in control.

(girls laughing)

(lighthearted music)