[♪]
♪ There is a holy sacrifice ♪
♪ Which God in heaven will not despise; ♪
♪ Nay, which is precious in His Eyes - The contrite heart.♪
Our new pastor thinks he's Caruso.
Well he can sing, surely.
But can he preach?
I think...
I'm hoping the large turnout today is not only curiosity
as to how well the new pastor preaches.
I have been assured that the new pulpit will arrive here a week
Wednesday, Reverend Fitzsimmons.
It's a poor workman blames his tools - though a sturdy pulpit
means a sturdy church.
Well, let's get to my sermon then...
My colleagues in Toronto congratulated me
on my posting at Avonlea.
They said the sins here on this calm island
must be small, inconsequential.
Do you know what I told them?
THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS SMALL SINS!
ASK LOT'S WIFE, TURNED TO A PILLAR OF SALT SIMPLY FOR
LOOKING OVER HER SHOULDER!
The man's voice could cut steel!
Not to mention what it could do to solid oak.
SINS ARE LIKE THE PIRANHA FISH OF THE AMAZON!
THEY GATHER AND MULTIPLY UNTIL THE MUDDY WATER BOILS WITH THEIR
PERFIDY AND THE POOR SINNER'S FLESH IS RIPPED AND TORN
UNTIL NOTHING BUT POLISHED, WHITE BONE REMAINS.
Felix, don't feed the dog from the table.
It's just a bone, Felicity.
Apparently, the new minister's luggage included
a box that was three times the size of a steamer trunk -
and weighed absolutely nothing.
What could that be?
Kites.
Elvira Lawson told me.
It seems the Rev. Fitzsimmons likes kites.
Kites?
He does seem an odd sort.
I'm sure he'll work out fine.
He confuses piety with loudness.
Rev. Fitzsimmons is young and perhaps
a little over-enthusiastic.
He bellows like a steer.
What'd I say?
Do you think you could behave yourself
when your aunt is here, Felix dear.
And, occasionally, when she's not.
That's why I don't want Felix around during our meeting.
He blurts things.
What meeting?
Oh, yes, Alec,
...while you were visiting Roger in Halifax,
Felicity arranged a discussion group called the colicky
something-or-other...
The Avonlea Young Women's Colloquium
for Social Betterment.
Who cares about your dumb ol' girls' meeting.
You see what I mean Mother.
He'll be fine, Felicity.
Alec before we get into a domestic imbroglio,
shouldn't we...?
Oh, yes, yes, of course.
Janet, Roger was looking through some of mother's things.
He came across a box of very special mementoes.
Things that meant a great deal to mother and to the family.
Hetty and Olivia insist that this be bequeathed to you.
Oh.
How kind of you!
Well, it's so very...grand and...big.
It's wonderful.
It belonged to our Great Grandmama.
Children.
It's very beautiful, mother.
This is the daguerreotype that she had done in 1846
in New York City.
She was a very imposing woman, wasn't she?
It makes her look so - regal.
Well, yes but... surely this is far too...
grand a gift to give to a mere relative-by-marriage?
Alec?
No, no, both Olivia and Hetty wanted you to have it,
and I agree.
Yes.
I don't know how or when, but I promise you
I will repay your kindness.
Well to Great Grandmama then.
Great Grandmama.
Indeed.
It says here that if I rub my wart with a dead man's spit,
it will miraculously vanish.
I'm trying to count! Go away!
Why're you so cranky?
Didn't you like father's gift?
He bought me a doll!
Me too!
Yes but you're a child!
You like dolls.
I'm a grown woman.
It says here that there is a tribe in Africa
that can shrink heads down to the size of a baby's fist.
"Secrets of the Occult".
Why would Father buy you such trash?
You're just jealous 'cause you didn't like your present.
I think I should have gotten Great Great Grandmother's comb.
Mother just hasn't got the cheekbones
for that sort of ornament.
At least you got a present.
Digger didn't get anything.
Janet!
Yes, yes Alec, I'm coming!
Absolutely not, Felicity...
I'm sure none of the other girls in your consortium
- Colloquium - for Social Betterment.
Whatever...the answer is no.
You may not put your hair up.
But Mother - you aren't going to wear your new comb
and seeing as it is so beautiful
- I said no. Besides, it's...
...my very special gift.
Mother!
When are you and father going to realize when I'm grown up?
Perhaps when you quit stamping your feet.
I thought you were going to wear the comb today?
Uh...I thought that the Avonlea Sewing Circle
was hardly the right place to unveil such a...thing.
Ah...you wanted a more special occasion, is that it?
[♪]
Felicity wants us to talk about Avonlea's social ills.
Do we have social ills?
Clemmie Rae, your brother Edward was seen swimming
in the all-together.
With nothing on.
We saw him diving for turtles in Hodgins Pond -
there were lots of naked boys there.
It seems to me that spying is more a social ill than swimming.
Good afternoon!
Close your mouths,
you look like a bunch of ignorant country girls.
Felicity!
You look wonderful!
Deportment is the first consideration
of every stylish young woman.
Now ladies, if you would please turn to your agendas...
We're going to talk about hairstyles?
Our first topic of discussion is:
"The French Bob - Could It Happen Here?
Certainly not!
And why not?
Because this is not France.
What does the French Bob have to do with social ills?
I don't know but I wouldn't be caught dead in one.
[♪]
What news did Alec bring of Halifax, Janet?
Oh, not much, Clara.
He and his brother Roger spent much of their time
digging through old junk.
Heirlooms.
I think you mean, Janet.
Well some family pass-me-downs
are worth quite a lot of money.
Point of fact a few treasures were uncovered.
Like my new comb?
Great Grandmama's comb.
Oh, there's a story.
Whilst the Americans were attacking Fort George,
during the War of 1812, you know.
Great Grandmama was loading muskets.
Just when defeat seemed imminent Great Grandmama seized a musket
and employing her considerable markmanship
turned the tied against the marauding Yankees.
POW! POW! POW!
Her long beautiful raven hair kept falling forward
onto the flint lock.
Until a dashing, young Captain came to the rescue
and tied it back with a leather thong.
Thus when Fort George was saved Great Grandmama was presented
with the very comb which is now bestowed upon our Janet.
Hetty, if my history serves me,
Fort George did fall to the Americans.
Why aren't you wearing the comb now, Janet?
Perhaps I shall - if marauding Yankees ever attack Avonlea.
[laugher]
Good afternoon, ladies.
I couldn't help overhearing your laughter and that brought
to mind Ecclesiastes Chapter 7, Verse 5:
"It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,
than for a man to hear the song of fools."
Good day.
Song of fools.
If you ask me a little too much inspiration sinks into his vocal
chords from time to time.
Perhaps we should have told him to go fly a kite.
[laughter]
Now you can see the importance
"Rule of One Hundred Strokes": toothbrush and hairbrush.
Well?
Ladies?
Felicity, if we don't eat soon, I shall drop dead.
Cecily!
Felix!
You now can bring in the refreshments.
I really wish you would all try to concentrate.
Now, next on our agendas, posture and profile.
How about the posture and profile of Edward Rae?
This is hardly the level of discourse the Avonlea Young
Ladies Colloquium for Social-
Was Thomas Nisbet there?
Do you like Thomas Nisbet?
You know what you sound like?
Geese!
A bunch of silly geese.
What are you doing?
Help eats in the kitchen.
Now posture and profile are vital
to a Good First Impression
- You know, it's not fair.
Can you imagine if we decided to swim uncovered?
I said stop it!
I've been waiting an hour and a half in that stuffy old kitchen
while you talked and talked and talked,
boring everyone to death.
No one was bored!
Was anyone bored?
That's it, you wretched boy!
Now I'm not bored.
[♪]
Leave me alone!
What have you got to say now?
Let go of me!
Repeat after me: "I am a loathsome, boorish, squid."
Ow!
Let go!
Say it! Say it!
I am a loathsome, boorish - some kind of sea creature?
A loathsome, boorish, squid.
I am a loathsome, boorish squid.
That'll teach you not to ruin my afternoon!
It's gone!
Mother's beautiful comb is gone!
Find it!
We have to find it!
[♪]
That comb is worth a fortune Felicity - and you lost it.
It's not here.
Maybe we should check the yard again.
Face it Felicity, you'll be imprisoned
in your room - forever.
Look again!
The others went home.
They had enough social betterment for one day.
Can't you just tell Aunt Janet you're sorry?
Sara, it's an heirloom!
The gift of that comb means the world to Mother.
I bet it's worth a lot of money.
Don't worry Felicity, it will show up.
I betcha it won't.
Betcha Felicity will be in trouble for years over this one.
Felix!
I just want to be there when mother and father find out!
Mother and Father aren't going to find out Felix
It could be months before she decides to wear the comb.
You can't keep it a secret!
Don't you remember what Rev. Fitzsimmons said
about sins and piranhas?
Promise me, Felix!
You will not say a word to Mother or Father about the comb.
Promise me or I'll run you through.
I promise.
Spit in your hand.
Rub it on your heart!
That's disgusting.
Didn't either of you listen to a word the Reverend said?
Janet don't forget to wear your new comb.
Oh for heaven's sake.
I know...I know.
We're late.
You don't know where my new comb is, do you?
I haven't the slightest inkling
of where it could be...right now.
I swear I left it in here but,
what with the baby and all...
Let's get going then.
I'll find it another time, then.
♪ Thou Judge of quick and dead, Before whose bar severe ♪
But you said you'd wear it this week.
I decided it really wasn't a church sort of comb.
Great Grandmama wore it to my christening.
Shush, Alec!
[♪]
AND AT THAT AWFUL HOUR THE ARCHANGEL'S VOICE WILL DEAFEN
US, CRYING: "YE DEAD THE JUDGE IS COME!
ARISE AND MEET YOUR INSTANT DOOM! !
I'd think you'd be proud to wear such a fine King
family heirloom .
The Wards never could recognize quality.
And the Kings think quality is measured by glitter alone!
THAT DAY OF RECKONING WILL COME!
WILL YE BE CAST INTO THE LAKE OF UNENDING FIRE WHICH BURNS AND
BURNS AND YET DOES NOT CONSUME?
Lake of Fire!
That comb is a hundred years old.
Yes every Thanksgiving we would pass that comb around the table.
We deemed it was an affectionate gesture, Janet, to give you
that comb.
Well...it was, of course.
DECEIT!
VANITY!
GREED!
THE END IS NIGH!
SAYETH THE LORD GOD.
The end is nigh!
AND ON THAT TERRIBLE DAY, A THIRD OF THE MOON WILL BE
STRUCK AND THE ANGEL GABRIEL WILL DESCEND FROM HEAVEN TO WARN
THE RIGHTEOUS.
WILL YOU BE THERE?
WILL YOU BE WALKING...
We do admire you, you know Janet.
We wanted to show that in some small way.
We wanted you to feel like
- Like a King!
Go on say it Olivia.
Like a King!
Foolish us to think that was possible.
Clara!
Grandmother would wear that comb to every family wedding and
funeral.
How do you think that makes us feel, Janet?
WILL YOU BE CRUSHED AND CAST AWAY?
I have no idea!
It came to be a symbol of the courage of all King women.
And we wanted you to display that courage.
Very well.
NOW IS THE TIME, PEOPLE OF AVONLEA, FOR A REASSESSMENT OF
YOUR LIVES.
If courage is what it takes to wear that comb,
I'll try to measure up.
Now, Mrs. Lynde, be so kind as to play hymn number 247.
[♪]
I was wondering if we could have a word about the pulpit...
Felicity!
Are you well?
Felicity knows her soul is like a black, dented old pot.
How could anyone possibly be well after that sermon?
I wasn't listening to the sermon.
I was listening to your parents argue about the comb.
Everyone was arguing - I heard Mrs. Lawson say that mother was
ungrateful.
Rev. Fitzsimmons knows.
He was looking directly at me through the whole sermon.
You're all upset and silly.
So why don't you just take the medicine?
Because if I could just find the comb everything would be fine.
Those Wards never had a sense of history.
That's the problem.
When I was a girl I admired Great Grandmama more than anyone
else in the family.
Hetty it has nothing to do with a sense of history.
Oh if I'd known Janet was going to feel that way,
I'd kept it myself.
Oh that's enough Olivia.
Janet's promised to fulfill her familial obligation so..
Only after we bullied her into it.
You think she'd be proud to wear such a gift.
I'm sure Aunt Janet never intended to cause
such an uproar.
I'm sure she'd be happy to wear it to a special occasion
like...like a ball.
Oh Sara don't make excuses for her.
But wasn't the whole point that you gave it to her as a gift.
Now you're all badgering her about it.
It just doesn't seem fair.
Maybe she had a good reason for it.
Like what!
Now you're badgering Sara.
Really Olivia.
It'll do no good to stew about it.
Janet'll wear the comb in her own good time.
I hope.
While we're all still alive and breathing.
I hope.
Sara what are you doing?
I'm trying to answer a question.
What question?
About the world.
About when it began and when it'll end.
End?
Were ever did you get such an outlandish notion?
Hetty can't she even ask a simple question.
I mean obviously if the world began at some point in time,
it's logically going to end.
You've been talking with Jasper too long Olivia.
Well?
Felix has been scaring Felicity half to death because the
Reverend mentioned it in his sermon.
I'm just trying to prove it won't happen.
Never you mind child.
If the world does end it certainly won't be in my
lifetime or yours.
[♪]
What are you doing, Felicity?
I dropped some jacks.
They spilled everywhere.
Well...go get me some eggs.
Pardon?
Get me some eggs.
But I collected this morning!
Don't argue with me, young lady, I'm feeling dangerous.
[♪]
AND JACOB WRESTLED WITH THE ANGEL AND WRESTLED UNTIL DAWN
YET HE COULD NOT PREVAIL!
AND LO - THE ANGEL OF THE LORD WAS MIGHTY AND -
Reverend Fitzsimmons!
Reverend that's it.
Here we go.
Don't worry it's only water.
Oh thank you, Mr. King.
I'm sorry I startled you like that.
Oh I was engrossed in next week's sermon:
"Jacob and the Angel".
I'm afraid your kite is probably on it's way to Africa.
I've got quite a few of them, actually.
Do you...do you normally fly in the dead of winter?
Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail can stop the
truly devoted, Mr. King.
I find the making and flying of kites very fulfilling.
Sort of a fishing line to heaven, is it?
Yes, exactly, Mr. King.
Well, I'm sorry surprised you like that.
Mr. King - I'm afraid you distracted the congregation
somewhat on Sunday.
No! No!
When a congregation does not listen, it is the capability of
the preacher which falls in doubt.
We were taught the voice is the preacher's most valuable tool.
It's another reason I started flying kites.
I would send them up as far as I could and then preach to them,
you know, learn to control my voice, make it strong.
Did you find, sir, that when you preached very loudly, the kites
flew any higher?
No.
[♪]
I don't believe in all this end of the world nonsense.
According to ancient seers, the End of the World will be
foretold by several unmistakable signs.
Who cares what that trashy magazine says?
Fine...then I guess you won't want to hear the signs.
Tell us them Felix.
The very earth shall tremble with great force, killing the
multitudes and reducing to embers a great city by the sea.
San Francisco....the earthquake.
Those predictions are always so vague
- Do you want to know the signs of the approaching Ice Age?
No, Felix.
Put your stupid magazine away.
Sara, what did you find out about Doomsday?
Apparently, it will be something like the weighing of sugar at
Lawson's General Store - substituting the sugar for the
good deeds and the sins for the lead weights.
Well then in that case I should do very well.
Currently, the loss of the comb is the only black mark in the
ledger of my soul, easily outweighed by my good deeds.
Don't forget that you're ruining our parent's marriage.
Not to mention how Aunt Hetty and Aunt Olivia will react when
they find out Great Great Grandmama's comb is gone.
I must find that comb.
Felix, where were we when I started squeezing your head?
[♪]
This is really driving Felicity crazy, Felix.
Yes, I know.
It's great!
None of these will do.
Hardly.
I think you're just going to have to tell them the truth.
It gave me quite a start, whatever it was.
I could imagine.
An angel?
With a trumpet.
Passed right over the silo.
Must be that Rev. Fitzsimmons.
Not your run-o'-the-mill preacher.
Did you hear that?
I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself.
Elvira, camomile soap and a packet of washing tablets.
Why don't you tell that one to the paper.
Wha...what happened?
At the Carstair's funeral, right in the middle of the eulogy,
Henry sat straight up in his casket, looked all around at the
candles and said 'Who's birthday is it anyway.'
You don't say.
Did you hear that?
Felicity, I'm sure there is a perfectly logical explanation.
Just the other day, old man Steele's cow gave birth to a
two-headed calf.
I heard about that.
The signs.
Felix where's your magazine.
See it's true.
Better find that comb fast, Felicity or you'll be roasting
in the eternal flames.
Felicity are you alright?
You look like it's the end of the world.
Felicity, don't go out there.
You can't go out there.
Why not?
It's them.
Who?
The four horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Felix this is not funny.
What we need is to bring her to her senses or find that comb.
That's no fun at all.
Felix!
Oh alright.
How?
Who found you when you were lost in the woods and who figured out
why the Kingham's well went dry.
Peg Bowen.
[♪]
Now what has the finding of this comb got to do with the end of
the world?
Felicity stole Great Great Grandmother King's comb then
lost it and she never told anyone about it.
And now she's worried that the End of the World will come and
she'll toast on the Devil's pitchfork.
Shut up, Felix!
I don't suppose the girlie has considered just telling her
mother the truth and facing the consequences of her foolishness?
That's what I suggested too!
I wanted to, but there was never the right moment.
Couldn't you just help find the comb?
You found Jane Spry's lost cat last month.
The comb doesn't meow outside my door in the middle of the night.
And the whole point of the End of The World is that it take
you by surprise.
But there have been so many signs!
Earthquake, fire, a typhoon in India.
Those are signs, all right.
The truth is that every so often while, the measure of the
world is taken.
So far, there has always been more virtue than evil.
More good people than bad.
But if that balance ever changes...
- Doomsday!
Even so!
The thing to do is admit your weaknesses and failings before
the world ends.
I'm going to be wanting your solemn vow that whatever you
discover here today in this room goes no further.
I don't have to rub spit on my heart, do I?
Disgusting, that.
No, a simple promise will do lad.
Do I have your word?
[mysterious chanting]
[scream]
Tomorrow night the voracious wolf will run across the sky!
And if the balance of evil in the world is more than the
balance of good the moon will be swallowed by the ravening Wolf.
Sure but it doesn't say anything in my magazine.
[scream]
[laughter]
In other words a lunar eclipse.
What are we going to do?
You think the world really will end tomorrow night?
We should go to the church.
We can't see a thing from the church!
I mean to pray.
We should all go on top of the barn!
The lighthouse!
It has stood up to hurricanes and lightning.
We'll get a good view from there.
And Gus is away working in Markdale.
Drat!
I just wish I could find that comb!
I wish we could warn the others!
No way!
We made a solemn vow!
We're agreed then?
We'll meet at the lighthouse tomorrow night.
You lose something?
Alec King, are you trying to give me apoplexy?
I've got to start wearing a cow bell.
I'm the most frightening man in the county.
[♪]
Do you remember the dreadful pipe your father gave me as a
wedding present?
Of course I do.
You fouled the air with it for six months.
Exactly - and you know why?
Because I wanted to keep peace in the family.
I didn't want to insult your family and so I went out of my
way to please your father - which was not easy!
The comb was given to you as a sincere gesture.
And Hetty and Olivia will be hurt if you don't wear it.
I am aware of my obligation to your family, Alec and I will
fulfil it.
When?
Oh, I don't know.
I have to find the right moment.
Oh Alec, don't try to blackmail me!
They don't know it's their last night on Earth.
Well what else would you call it?
Well there's a...
Stop!
It is only a thing.
Surely what is best in our family has nothing to do with
things.
Look I certainly love you both and the baby and Cecily and even
Felix...despite all the material things that I have been denied.
Well all right, I'll wear it.
The new pulpit arrives tomorrow.
I'll wear it at the ceremony.
Thank you.
I'll see to it our loving children get back to bed.
Good night Mother.
I'm sorry the Yankees didn't burn Fort George to the ground.
[♪]
Why a trip to Carmody?
What's there that I can't pick up for you in Avonlea?
I don't want to burden you with details.
It's woman's business.
Oh, I see.
Will you be back in time for the new pulpit?
With time to spare.
I think I might finish cleaning the carpets and some of those
other household chores you've been struggling with this week.
What has come over you?
This house has been turned upside down.
She's combing it from top to bottom.
She found a watch fob I'd lost oh eight years ago.
Oh come across anything else of interest, have you?
No.
Well obviously, it's nowhere in this house.
What isn't?
Why, anything Felicity hasn't found, of course.
She's cleaning the place like the devil's after her.
[♪]
Well can you do it?
Certainly.
Oh, it has to look so much like the original that no one can
tell the difference.
This afternoon.
Thank you.
Beautiful!
Wonderful!
Sturdy maritime oak.
HALLEUJUA!
[♪]
Janet!
We'll be late!
Yes Alec I'm coming!
Maybe you should take the bible with you tonight.
A Bible, why?
Just in case.
In case of what?
The End of the World?
Sometimes I worry about those children.
Janet, what about the comb?
Alec King I told you I would wear it and wear it I will.
[♪]
What do you think you a doing?
If it's the End of the World - no use in being hungry.
[♪]
What's that in your hand, Rachel?
Cotton?
Yes. It is.
Whatever for?
Well, I seem to have a bit of earache, that's what.
Not that it's none of your business, Hetty King.
If he's yell's at us again tonight, we're going to wish we
had some of that cotton.
Olivia, she better be wearing that comb.
Just give her time, Hetty.
It's a slight against our family that's what it is.
[organ music]
Alec should I go check on Janet?
She's taking ages.
Oh now she's afraid to face us, is she?
Now, Hetty...
Good Lord!
How does it look?
Oh Janet - it's awful.
Olivia may I remind you that it is Great Grandmama King's comb
of courage.
I had no idea .
I do recall it looking somewhat more elegant.
It doesn't sit as I remember on you Janet.
What should I do with it then?
Perhaps you should take it off, Janet.
One good thing...someday you'll be able to pass it
on to Felicity.
You can tell it isn't a normal evening, can't you?
Yes...it's so very bright.
mysterious.
It's a good thing Mr. Potts lit the lighthouse.
I wish Gus were home.
Shall we go up to the top?
No let's wait until it's really happening.
Good.
This thing is getting heavy.
What did you bring, Sara?
Some photographs of my parents before they got married.
That's not very practical.
It most certainly is!
What did you bring, Felicity?
My report cards.
I thought they might stand me in good stead as a sort of
record of my achievements.
What about you, Cecily?
I brought Digger.
I wouldn't go anywhere without him.
Just like Felix wouldn't go anywhere without food.
You'll be glad when it happens and somebody thought to pack a
lunch.
[♪]
False alarm!
It was just a cloud.
I was out in the fields, the other day, the beautiful white
fields of Avonlea, practising tonight's sermon, and was
surprised by a man out walking...
...so surprised in fact that I fell backward
and struck my head.
And it occurred to me then, that if I hadn't been hollering
at the heavens like a fool, I wouldn't have been so surprised.
And that led me to think that perhaps, sometimes, silence is a
better tool for a preacher than bluster.
A sin of pride - to place the loudness of my voice above the
importance of the message in the words.
So, rather than my voice alone, let's raise our voices together
in song, and bless this pulpit.
[organ music]
This fellow may work out after all.
[♪]
Peg Bowen said we should try to clear our guilty consciences.
That's right!
My conscience is clear!
What's a conscience?
It's the record of our weaknesses and failings.
I have something.
Felicity, I once used the Loving Cup that you won for naming the
books of the Bible as a tadpole trap.
Aaah.
Well, boys will be boys.
I once...
I also used a pair of your bloomers for a flag on the top
of our tree house.
Who saw them?
Well, let's see...
Everyone.
I...forgive...you...Felix.
I read your diary.
I think we've had enough confessions.
I read it aloud.
To who?
My friends.
We were camping out.
Everyone laughed at the gushy parts about Gus Pike.
Gus Pike!
Gus Pike didn't laugh.
But his ears burned a fierce red.
You read it to Gus Pike!
Felicity!
Don't lose your temper!
The End is Nigh!
Hang Doomsday!
No, Felicity!
It will look very bad for you if you murder Felix!
I don't care!
He deserves it!
The wolf!
The wolf is here!
Felicity!
Don't you want to unburden yourself before the End?
No!
I'd rather not.
I do.
Felicity! You must.
I don't want you to burn in the Lake of Fire!
All right, all right!
I...I...copied some test answers from Sara once in
arithmetic.
That's the spirit!
I have something to confess.
I...have feigned illness on occasion to avoid Sunday
Services.
Doesn't anyone want to hear what I've done?
I am black-hearted and vain, I stole Mother's comb and then
lost it and didn't have the courage to tell
anyone about it.
Oh, I wish I'd told Mother and if the world weren't ending
I swear I would tell her.
Digger took the comb.
What?
That's what I wanted to tell you.
Why didn't you take it away from him?
He liked it.
Besides, I thought you'd brain him like you did Felix.
Cecily, Digger is a dog.
I was just going to let him play with it a while
- but I think he buried it.
Oh this is a terrible thing that you've done, Cecily.
I'd hate to see what will happen during your judgement.
Look!
We have turned the balance of evil.
You still have me to deal with, however.
Aaagh.
My stomach.
Well you are up early!
Mother I have to tell you something.
I borrowed your comb and then lost it.
I'm so sorry.
I know how much it meant to you and Father
- Oh Felicity, you should have known better.
After I expressly told you not to.
But, I have something much worse to confess, Felicity.
I've no right to be angry with you.
I beg your pardon?
Well I thought I'd lost it.
So I went to Carmody and spent all our mad money on a
duplicate.
It turns out that if I'd simply put the thing on, Hetty would
have understood immediately why I hated it so much.
I shall surely go to Hell.
I've heard that confessions are good for the soul - perhaps if
we told father.... Oh, I think it's good enough we told each
other, Felicity.
Now if the real comb doesn't show up, we're safe.
What's this?
Scavengers have stolen all of our food over night?
Felix King, you get down here this moment!
I have a some questions for you!
Oh I don't feel well.
Digger!
Get out of there.
Go on.
What's this?
Well I'll be.
Janet?