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DORA: Dav-y-y-y!
Give her back!
DAVY: You took my frog!
-Did not! -Did too!
Give her back!
No I don't want to.
Yes.
Give her back.
I'm taking her.
Give her back.
You're pulling the legs.
Stay away!
Give her to me.
You took my frog.
The whole place is falling to pieces.
Davy - Dora - quiet now.
Marilla's still sleeping.
Give her back!
-Give her back! -No!
I don't want to!
Oh, Davy Keith!
What are you up to now!
Look what you did to my dolly!
I hate you Davy! I hate you!
Davy Keith.
You're going to be the death of me yet.
It's just a dumb ol' doll ...
You watch your tongue.
You'll apologize to your sister and to Marilla.
I don't know how anyone can sleep through
such a caterwauling.
Go get ready for school.
Right now!
Oh Dora, let's see.
Well, now, I think we can fix up dolly right as rain.
Oh, hiccups.
Hold your breath and count to ten.
There's a good girl.
Red Rover, Red Rover, we call Jeffery over.
[laughter]
Red Rover, Red Rover, we call Davey Keith over.
[laughter]
Ha-ha Davy.
Rupert Gillis that was cheating.
Aw, Sara, nobody wants to get bit by him.
We're just having some fun with him.
Serves him right.
He broke my dolly.
That's right.
In my opinion, brothers deserve the things that happen to them.
Whatsa matter, Davy?
[bell ringing]
We'd let you play, Davy, but you fight like a girl.
[laughing]
HETTY: No doddling, now.
[bleating]
Boy!
What are you doing here scarin' my sheep boy?
You're Davy Keith, aren't ya?
From over to Green Gables?
I'd recognize you anywhere.
Playin' hookey I'd wager.
I got to go into town anyways.
Don't worry Marilla won't be cross.
C'mon.
Davy you'll be the death of us.
You're welcome, Mrs. Lynde.
Ya ol' bitty.
I'm sorry, Marilla.
I s'pose it was a bad thing to do.
I want you to understand
that if we do wrong, we'll be punished,
sometime, some way, somewhere.
You never do nothin' wrong, Marilla.
I am more of a foolish old woman than you know.
Run along now, Davy, and get your coat.
I've got a whole list of things to do, so don't dawdle.
Oh Rachel.
Imagine the effrontery of the man!
Coming right up to the front door.
Oh Rachel, isn't it about time you buried that old hatchet?
When I bury that hatchet, I'll be underground next to it,
that's what!
John Harrison needs some changing of his ways.
Good Lord.
Davy!
That man would gobble up every piece of land in the country
if it was going cheap.
He has no feeling for anyone or anything, but his wallet.
Not that you'd know looking at the scoundrel.
I don't know how you think you can change anyone
when your own mind is set.
Me? Fiddlesticks.
I've always believed in letting bygones be bygones.
Well, that's the trouble with you Marilla.
You're just a decent human being.
People take advantage of your good nature.
Well that took you long enough, Davy Keith.
[startled cry]
I'm not making any excuses for you to Hetty King.
You'd better straighten up and fly right, Davy Keith.
Be careful how you put them on the back of that buggy.
Highway robbery.
Nothin' else.
You can't get'em cheaper than that unless you want it warped.
Ah.
Some of these boards are warped.
Harrison, here she comes.
Ah ya, the only woman whose tongue could fry bacon.
You better get outta sight.
Davy! Come over here!
I see Mr. Harrison is building again.
Who else's farm has he bought dirt cheap?
I'm sure the money he gypped me out of would keep him
in lumber for some time!
I didn't gyp you out of nothing.
I bought your farm fair and square.
It wasn't worth a dollar more.
Hah!
Davy! Get out of there or get your bottom tanned but good!
You took advantage of a grieving Widow
and don't think I'll ever forget it.
Archie - I'm here for some solid oak boards
to fix the front hall.
Come with me Rachel.
That woman has the memory of an elephant...
and that's not the only thing the two of them
have got in common.
[laughs]
Good morning, Rachel.
Now, where's that Davy?
He's outside, Rachel.
Need eyes in the back of my head for that one.
Davy! Get in here!
Well, what can I do for you, Rachel?
Marilla's not been herself lately.
Not that she lets on, of course.
Davy! Don't touch.
Hands behind your back!
Do you have any of that Harley's Tonic, Elvira?
I heard it did wonders for Bert Potts.
But, far be it from me to tell Marilla anything.
That'll be fifty cents, Rachel.
A more stubborn woman was never born!
Come along! Davy!
Wipe your feet!
Marilla!
I have brought some Harley's.
And don't tell me you won't take it!
Marilla?
Hmphh.
The pump.
Couldn't wait for me to fix it.
Just had to do it herself.
Davy, go and see if Marilla's outside.
Tell her I'm putting on some tea.
Marilla!
Davy Keith!
You go back outside that door and come back
in like a human being not a savage.
Mrs. Lynde. It's Marilla.
She's in the barn. She's hurt.
What?
Marilla - she's lyin' there.
She wouldn't get up. You gotta come.
Davy, you run quick as you can and get Doc Blair.
Did you hear me? Now, Davy!
Help!
I need Doctor Blair, where is he?
He's in Markdale.
Somebody's got to help.
-It's Marilla! -Hurry Sara!
Dr. Blair's on his way and you'll be fine.
Just fine.
The light hurts my eyes.
I want to talk to you...
Hold my hand. Now.
Don't you worry Marilla.
I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
Stand fast...
good and strong.
You just think about all the things we have
to do around here.
Not to mention taming those two wild hellions.
Old...
You're my very best friend.
And you're my good sense.
You don't need me anymore...
Take the children out.
[sobbing]
Marilla!
Marilla Cuthbert was the most generous,
unselfish person that I've ever known.
We were neighbours and best friends for forty-five years
and we never had a quarrel.
I have lost my best friend
and I don't know what I'm going to do.
Hetty, stand here with me?
Just for a little while.
There, there, now, Rachel.
It won't bring her back you know.
Davy Keith.
Now, you wash your hands and face
before you leave this room.
Let's go on out.
They're here to see you, you know.
If only I hadn't gone out.
Oh Rachel, that's nonsense.
It could happen any time, anywhere to any of us.
I always wanted to be the first to go.
And I was prepared.
But not Marilla.
Oh no.
She wouldn't hear one word about it.
Not even when I could have gotten her a sale on a coffin -
two for the price of one.
Rachel...
Oh, those poor children.
First they lose their parents and now Marilla.
Oh Janet, Rachel can cope.
Rachel Lynde doesn't have a maternal bone in her body.
Oh, I don't know Clara, she's had children of her own.
And where are they now, Janet?
Hetty, what am I going to do about the children?
I just can't handle them.
Yes you can.
You'll be fine when you're more composed, when you're calmer.
I wish their blasted Uncle Willy would show up.
He is after all, a blood relation.
They'd be better off with him.
Come on Dora. You should eat something.
You'll feel better.
I always do.
What happens to us?
What do you mean, Davy?
You'll stay here, of course.
That's a lie.
Davy Keith.
I heard Mrs. Lynde talking.
She's gonna get rid of us, Dora.
Now look what you've done.
I can hardly believe it.
She never said a word to anyone.
Oh, just like Marilla.
Even had our cribbage game lined up like always
for Wednesday night.
While the old harridan would be out at prayer meeting.
I'm real surprised Anne and Gilbert aren't here.
I heard that solicitor Simpkin
sent word to the surviving relations.
Things aren't going to be the same around here
without Marilla Cuthbert.
I don't suppose you'll be welcome here anymore.
With Mrs. Lynde in charge.
Not bloody likely.
Dr. Blythe.
Sorry to see you under such circumstances.
Mr. Gillis.
Rachel's inside.
-Mrs. King. -Gilbert Blythe!
-Where's Anne? -Oh - Gilbert!
Rachel!
I wish I'd made it to the service.
Where's Anne?
Anne's been ill with scarlet fever,
she's just getting over it.
One of the little ones had it first.
Gracious Gilbert.
Well perhaps you shouldn't have left her.
No. She insisted.
She needs to know what happened.
I'm so glad you're here.
Hello Gilbert.
You again, eh?
Listen here, this 'un here.
Needs some nursin'.
Think you could do it?
Dunno. Never done it.
Here. Put your hand underneath it.
Right.
Now sit down over there behind ya.
Be careful.
That's it.
Take off your mittens.
Hang on. I'll get the bottle out.
That's it. Hold up.
Hold up there tight.
Ah, you're a good boy Davey Keith.
Keep the bottle up. That's good.
That's a good boy.
[cry]
You'll never guess what I did...
Jonas H. Christmas...
Davy Keith!
Can't a body have some peace and quiet around here!
You just go wash your hands.
Supper will be ready in a minute.
Marilla always used this.
Oh Dora.
Look at your hair.
You look like you've been pulled through
a knothole backwards.
Now stay still.
No! Marilla always braided it!
Ow!
That feels awful.
Oh Dora!
What am I going to do with you?
What are you going to do with us?
I heard you say you was gonna send us to Uncle Willy.
Well, he is your closest blood relation, Davy.
He don't want us.
If he had of, he woulda come already.
Well, you let the grown-ups decide what's best.
Now, run along and see what's keeping Dr. Blythe
with the wood.
You gonna put us out for 'doption?
Now Marilla's dead?
Don't say such things.
Well she is. She's dead!
Are you all right, Hetty?
Do you want me to stay over night?
I'll be fine. Fine.
Just a little laryngitis.
That's all.
Nothing to get excited about.
I'll lie down for a while.
There it is again.
That twinge.
Twinge?
What kind of twinge?
A twinge is a twinge.
It's probably nothing.
Would you like us to send for Dr. Blair?
Oh, no, no.
What could he do, anyway?
Hetty, you're just upset and you probably
have a little indigestion.
Indigestion?
Don't be ridiculous.
Since when is acute laryngitis
caused by indigestion?
I didn't say that.
Funny Rachel said Marilla had been under the weather
with much the same sort of thing...before she....
Hetty, it was Marilla's heart, not laryngitis.
I'll be upstairs ...lying down.
Davy?
Mrs. Lynde, if you do a terrible thing,
does God always punish you?
Sooner or later, yes.
Why?
Well, I think that's why He took Marilla away.
Whatever are you talking about?
It's cause I was bad.
Oh Davy...
Davy, it wasn't your fault.
It's nobody's fault.
It's just...
well... the way things are.
I'll never be bad again, Mrs. Lynde.
I'll never tease Dora, or take her dolly,
or tie her to the tree out back, or put frogs in your bed,
or nothin'...
Davy now you just run along and get ready for bed
and I'll be right there.
I took the liberty of putting some whiskey in this.
Doctor's orders.
Simplest prescription for sleeplessness.
I'm sorry Gilbert.
You have your own troubles.
Marilla always thought of you as she would her own son.
She was so pleased when you and Anne finally came
to your senses.
Rachel, Anne and I...
would like to make it very clear to you,
you're to stay on at Green Gables...as long as you want.
Thank you, Gilbert.
This is a most unfortunate situation, Mrs. Lynde.
Marilla Cuthbert had been to see me about drawing up a will.
But she died before the document
was signed and executed.
What?
Therefore, the property of Green Gables and its contents
are rightfully inherited by my clients,
the MacNeil's, of New Brunswick,
who, as these documents attest,
are the deceased's only living next of kin.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
But certainly Anne has some say in this!
She was more than a ward!
She was like a daughter to Marilla!
Isn't that next of kin if anything is?
Well, certainly more than these... MacNeils.
No. There is no will.
But... yes, I realize that.
I understand...
You know, I heard that Mr. Simpkin is trying
to locate the children's uncle out west.
What would farmers from away want with Green Gables?
I heard they aim to sell.
You would have thought that Marilla would have
left her affairs in order.
Clara Potts, what do you mean?
[whispers loudly] No will.
Let's hope he puts up a good fight.
Let's hope he's got a darn good lawyer.
Once lawyers are involved, it costs money.
But it's Green Gables.
It has to be worth it to them.
[slams down phone]
So it is, Mrs. Lawson...
"I am wiring to let you know that my dearest friend,
Marilla Cuthbert, has passed away.
Quite distressed that Green Gables is to be sold
and I may need some firan... finan... "
I'm sorry Mrs. Lynde, can't read your writing...
[whispers] Financial...
Pardon me?
[yells] Financial!
Oh!
"I may need some financial help!"
Your n's and r's sure look a lot alike, Rachel.
"Your mother."
Make that, "Fondly, your dear mother."
"Fondly, your dear mother."
And here's the address.
My son Thomas Lynde,
in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan.
I can't just sit here and do nothing.
It'll drive me right round the bend
if I even stop to think about it.
I'm no jellyfish, but I can't help feeling cast adrift.
I promise you Rachel.
This farm will not be sold to a stranger!
Anne and I have some savings and some bonds
that could be cashed.
We'll buy it ourselves and you'll stay here.
I'm going to Charlottetown to speak to a solicitor
and I'll be back as soon as I can.
Davy, what are you doing skulking around?
That man's out there again.
He's the one who's skulking.
Aunt Hetty - what are you doing?
I'm adjusting my last will and testament.
You're... why?
'Cause Marilla Cuthbert took too long to settle her affairs,
that's why.
Now look at poor Rachel.
I'll not let it happen in my house.
Now Sara,
Rose Cottage is for you and that's that.
Would you mind
if I left the silver tea service to Felicity?
It's just she'll know how to care for it
so much better than you.
You understand.
This is ridiculous.
Sara?
This house isn't sold yet, Mr. Simpkin.
Kindly remove yourself from the premises!
I have a prospective buyer for Green Gables, Mrs. Lynde.
He's definitely interested in purchasing the place,
but he'd like to look over the property.
Not as long as I draw breath,
you two-faced, son-of-a-beehive.
One minute you're working for Marilla and the next
you're selling her house right out from under her.
Rachel, please.
Yes, of course, Mr. Simpkin.
I should tell you that I am also interested
in purchasing Green Gables.
Well, that's find, Dr. Blythe.
My client would like to close this deal as soon as possible.
I expect that once he inspects the property,
he'll make an offer.
How much time would that give me?
Forty-eight hours.
Don't worry, Rachel.
I intend to do this.
Just who is this client of yours, Mr. Simpkin?
Your neighbour, Mr. Harrison.
What do you want?
You money-grubbing worm of a man!
How dare you buy Green Gables
with Marilla Cuthbert barely cold in her grave!
You ought to be horse-whipped!
Now wait a bloody minute!
Don't try to deny it!
First it was my farm.
Ya. Mortgaged to the hilt.
You're like a buzzard just swooping around,
trying to pick my bones.
It'd make mighty tough eating.
The property's for sale, isn't it?
Then it's anyone's right to put in an offer!
Anyone with an ounce of decency or common sense would know
that Marilla would have wanted Green Gables
to go to Anne Shirley.
But what would you know about doing
the right and proper thing for people.
You've never given a fig for anyone in this entire town.
Why, Thomas and I worked our hands to the bone...
I've taken it in the ear from you just about enough
over the years, tellin' people I did you
out of a good price for your farm.
Why, I'd buy Green Gables just to spite you, Rachel Lynde,
you hurl words at people like they was bricks!
[loud clatter]
She's gonna send us away.
I don't want to leave, Davy.
Ain't no use,
nobody listens to us.
Davy, they only listen to you when you get in trouble.
Wait a minute.
That's it!
What do you mean, Felix?
I want to know.
Oh Hetty, what am I going to do?
My son, Thomas is sending me $20.
Twenty dollars.
You better face it Rachel, that boy Thomas never did
have the sense of decency.
Where did I go wrong?
It's his wife.
She's turned him against me, that's what.
He hopes everything will work out.
Hah!
I won't impose myself on them
even if that old skinflint Harrison
is going to buy Green Gables
and leave us all homeless.
Rachel, shhh. Calm down.
I won't let it happen.
He's going to find out who he's got to deal with.
Quiet.
You're giving me a headache.
There, be rational woman.
Your tongue is always wagging ahead of your wits.
I'm no fool Hetty King.
Thanks so much for your support.
Got the damper shut.
Believe me Davy,
Mr. Harrison won't buy it if it's not worth it.
I wish he was dead instead of Marilla.
Leave it to grown-ups to really make a mess of things.
Don't saw them all the way through Davy.
I know.
We gotta hurry.
Mrs. Lynde'll be back.
And Mr. Simpkin too.
You know Davy [coughs]
if you want something done you gotta use your head.
Here they come!
What in heaven--?
What in blazes... ?
If you think you've accomplished anything with this silly trick,
you can be assured that Mr. Harrison doesn't care
a whip about the house.
He's a farmer.
He wants the land for his sheep.
I have a notion to charge you with malicious mischief.
Don't you bully those children, Theodore Simpkin.
Now, I understand that the house doesn't belong to me.
And I am willing to move if and when the time comes.
But as long as I am here, I have my rights!
And so do these children.
They did the only thing they knew
to prevent their home from being sold.
I have no alternative, Mrs. Lynde, but to evict you
and them from this house before you cause any more damage.
And as for these troublemakers,
the MacNeil's have generously offered a home to Dora Keith
and they will find a good home for the boy.
Good day, Mrs. Lynde.
I don't know what the man could be thinking?
Buying Green Gables our from under Rachel?
Why, he and Marilla were good friends.
And now look how he's behaving.
You can put it right down over there, Bert.
I've a good mind not to serve Mr. Harrison
the next time he comes to the mill.
The man has a short memory.
After all Marilla did for him after his wife died.
I remember the time young Jamie Harrison,
we stuck up on the roof of the old ice house.
Isn't he afraid of heights?
It was Marilla who had to darned well climb up
and got him down.
And she never said a word about it.
Maybe she should have.
There are a few things I need, Mrs. Lawson.
Harrison...
We want to have a few words with you...
About Green Gables.
That's my business.
We figured we have a right to say.
Poor Mrs. Lynde...
Don't talk to me about "poor Mrs. Lynde"!
Now look, Rachel may have her faults...
We all have our faults...
Are you going to serve me or aren't you!
Harrison,
I never used to put much stock
in Rachel's stories about you.
Until now.
You haven't given one thought to where Rachel
and those children are going to live.
I don't care where she lives!
She can go to you-know-where in a handbasket for all I care!
Oh!
I don't know what Marilla Cuthbert
ever saw in that old grouch.
Evicted?
Marilla would kill me if she knew what a mess
I've made of things.
Felix King.
I know.
It was a terrible idea.
I just thought somebody had to help them.
And nobody was doing anything.
Oh.
I've been a completely foolish woman, Rachel.
Hetty...
Gilbert Blythe, what were you able to do in Charlottetown?
Well, I can get fifty per cent of the money.
That's all I can beg, borrow or steal, Miss King.
And it's just not enough.
It's going to break Anne's heart that we've lost.
We've not lost yet, my boy.
Sara, Felix, Davy, Dora.
There's work to do.
Now, we're going to call a meeting of those who know
what Marilla Cuthbert would have really wanted.
We can't accept charity, Miss King...
Now Gilbert, who said anything about charity.
If a bank can arrange mortgage -
why can't a town, the town of Avonlea, I mean.
Order!
Order everyone!
[loud whistle]
Thank you, Felix.
You know why we're all here, I'm sure.
Marilla Cuthbert's last wish was to leave Green Gables
to Gilbert and Anne Blythe.
I'm sure.
But it would appear that her wishes may not be respected
unless we do something about it.
Gilbert...
Well, I've managed to raise about 50 per cent of the money
necessary to purchase Green Gables.
What I'm asking you to consider is a loan
to make up the outstanding balance.
Now I guarantee that I will pay each and every one of you back
as soon as I possibly can.
Gilbert and Rachel, they're hoping that you'll be able
to make a promise to them to support their purchase
of Green Gables.
I, for one, have committed my own meagre savings
towards their cause, as has my sister, Olivia Dale,
and Alec and Janet King.
Well, who will be next?
I will.
Archie Gillis, well done.
Oh very good!
Wonderful!
Mr. Simpkin.
We'd like to make an offer to purchase Green Gables.
And you can tell that to John Harrison.
I'm afraid you're too late.
Too late?
The purchase of the property of Green Gables
was closed at noon.
What?
I'm sorry.
I don't know what else to do, I'll find another solicitor...
I'll challenge the MacNeil's claim to the property.
Gilbert.
We've done all that we can.
I think you should go home to Anne right now.
I'm worried sick about her.
Thank you for everything you tried to do and you too, Hetty.
Oh Rachel, I still can't believe it.
Rachel, you're welcome to stay here, you know that...
in fact of course you must stay here.
Thank you, Hetty.
But what about Davy and Dora?
I'm going to lose them.
Why should he listen to you and not me?
Because - I'm a man.
Who's that?
Oh - It's Felix King sir.
What do you want, Felix.
Well, I know that you knew Miss Cuthbert pretty well
and you may not realize
how much Mrs. Lynde means to all of us...
Another country heard from, huh?
What?
Mr. King...
Mrs. Lynde is the most annoying woman I know.
She's a confirmed old busybody.
That's the truth.
I believe in telling the truth.
But Mr. Harrison you don't understand.
They'll take Davy and Dora away
and it'll be all your fault.
See! What'd I tell ya!
C'mon Dora.
Davy! Where are you going?
But you're not telling the whole truth, Mr. Harrison.
You're only telling the disagreeable parts.
Just like Mrs. Lynde.
Don't compare me to the likes
of that old gossip.
Davy, come back here!
Oh, great.
Hurry up Dora. Come on.
He won't let them take Dora.
We better go after them.
We can cut them off on the other side of the woods
near the Steele's farm.
Dav-y-y-y! Slow down.
We can't, Dora.
Not unless you want 'em to split us up.
No.
Well, c'mon then.
We'll be far away afore anybody knows.
-I don't see them. -Slow down, Felix.
I know what I'm doing, Sara.
Look there's Mr. Harrison.
Maybe he can help us.
-Mr. Harrison! -Mr. Harrison! Stop!
Please, stop!
Mr. Harrison?
Mr. Harrison! Stop, please!
-Mr. Harrison! -Darned fool kids.
Go! Go!
Dav-y-y-y! Stop pulling!
Then run by yourself.
Mr. Harrison!
Go back!
Whoa!
[horse whinnies]
-Is he dead? -I don't know.
Felix?
Please think it over Rachel.
You know our home is always open to you.
I will.
Give my love to Anne.
And the children.
I will.
I'll be in touch with you soon.
Goodbye, Gilbert.
Whoa! Stop! Please Stop!
Felix. What's the matter?
Mr. Harrison.
What happened here?
Mr. Harrison with your leg in that condition you won't be up
and around too soon, I'd say at least a week bed rest.
I got a farm to run, my boy.
You expect to run that farm for long, you'll do as I say.
Or lose that leg.
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
[coughing]
I'll be downstairs.
Davy Keith...
come on in here.
Mr. Harrison.
What were you doin' out there, ya little fool?
Me and Dora was runnin' away.
Runnin away?
They gonna split us up cause you got the house.
I wished you was dead, Mr. Harrison.
I didn't mean for it to really happen.
I only wanted Dora and me to be together.
[coughing]
Davy Keith...
Oh, Hetty.
Remember this?
Oh, Lyle Trent's wedding.
Marilla's dance card.
All the dances are filled in...
John Blythe.
[knocking]
Mrs. Lynde...
Get away!
You dreadful old skinflint.
Now Rachel, clam yourself.
Go sit in the parlour.
If you know what's good for you, John Harrison,
you will leave immediately.
Before I take that crutch and break it over your thick skull.
And don't think it's going to be easy for you in Avonlea.
People don't take kindly to turning others
out of their home.
Rachel, calm yourself.
It's all water under the bridge.
You wouldn't say that if we were talking about King Farm.
We're not talking about King Farm...
HARRISON: Quiet!
If you would both stop your tongues from wagging
for just one blessed minute!
I should'a listened to what the young 'uns
were tryin' to tell me.
If Davy Keith wants to stay here with Dora
and stay they will.
So you can do as you like, Rachel Lynde.
It's all one to me.
Now what in the name of Pontius Pilate does that man mean?
Mr. Harrison!
I know in the past you and I have had our difference,
Mr. Harrison.
I'm a terribly outspoken person, I'm know for it.
Well, I've been accused of the same, Mrs. Lynde.
Marilla would know what to say to you.
I'm at a loss for words.
Well...
...that's a first.
Well, then...if that's the way things are,
you may like to live in that run-down rat-trap
you call a farmhouse.
But we do not.
As you're the new owner of Green Gables,
there's the matter of the front hall.
It needs to be repaired before someone breaks their neck.
And the kitchen needs a new coat of paint.
Smoke damage.
And that pump...
You wouldn't happen to know how to play cribbage, Mrs. Lynde?
Why, I'm a master Mr. Harrison.
Taught Marilla everything she knew about the game.
Ya don't say.
Oh the kitchen just needs a good cleaning Mrs. Lynde.
I'll get to the stairs when I get to them.
There'll be no cribbage around here
until the stairs are fixed, Mr. Harrison