MOTHER CALLING: Come along now!
It's time to go home!
Hetty.
Hetty King.
Come here this instant.
Coming Mother!
If we don't go now, dinner will be late.
[rooster crowing]
I'm late...
Oh good grief I'm late...
Happy birthday.
Never mind all that.
I'm late for my meeting.
Oh Sara, how could you let me be late?
You've got lots of time.
Here.
You, you know what I said.
I don't want any fuss today.
In my opinion Birthdays are just alot stuff and nonsense.
Well, I won't mention it to anyone else.
I promise.
Please just open it?
It's the one you liked.
Oh, yes, so it is.
It's lovely; and I, I thank you for it.
Now that's the last I want to hear about birthdays,
you understand.
Aunt Hetty this is a special one.
It's, it's a benchmark.
It's your fiftieth...
Sara stop.
Now, where did I put my manuscript?
Ah. There it is.
Now child don't be idle whilst I'm gone.
No running off somewhere when there's housework to be done.
For example, this floor needs washing.
It looks perfectly clean to me.
And the beds need changing.
And the parlour needs dusting.
And as for the kitchen -
Dishes don't wash themselves, you know.
Aren't you at least going to have breakfast?
Breakfast.
No I, I, I couldn't eat a thing,
my stomach's all in knots this morning
over this meeting, I suppose.
Good morning.
There you are.
Many happy returns -
Oh, Olivia please not another word,
I am going to miss my train.
Oh Hetty, why do you have to go to see your publisher today
of all days, on your, on your birthday?
Shhh.
It so happens
Mr. Wilton's son has taken over the company.
And he wishes to discuss a strategy for the release
and promotion of my latest manuscript.
It's quite an honour, really.
Not every day they take this much interest in a writer.
Now, Sara I shall board the three o'clock train there.
Which means I will arrive back at the flag stop
at five o'clock.
Don't be late picking me up.
I won't.
Well, don't stand there daydreaming.
I have a train to catch.
Goodness, am I the only one who has a head
on her shoulders this morning?
Put these in water?
Goodbye.
Good luck.
That makes three dozen strawberry tarts
and two dozen blueberry.
You know, I think I'm going to have to borrow
another set of dishes from Abigail.
I can't think of a solitary thing to get for Hetty.
Aunt Eliza, you should have been thinking of a present weeks ago.
Well, I have been thinking about it for weeks.
I simply can't decide.
What do you about this?
Oh chidren, very well done.
But..ah do you could you do it again...
and leave out the half-century part.
I told you Felix.
It makes her sound ancient.
She is ancient.
No, she is not.
I'm ancient.
Oh and I don't Daniel getting into the paint
so make sure all the tins are closed.
Good morning she's gone.
And she doesn't suspect a thing.
She'll be home at five o'clock sharp.
Perfect.
The guests will start arriving at six.
And I'll have her here by a quarter past six
by hook or by crook.
Sara, maybe you can help me.
I can't think of a thing to give your aunt.
Eliza. Stop fretting.
Go to Lawson's and buy her something, anything.
Alec will take you.
Has she given you any hints?
Nothing.
She won't even mention it.
Why does Aunt Hetty hate birthdays so much?
Oh, I don't know dear.
It's just in her nature.
I'll bet it's because she's never really had good Birthday.
Well today is going to be different.
It's going to be the best one Aunt Hetty's ever had.
The fact is, Miss King, the sales figures
for your last novel were disappointing to say the least.
Isn't that so, Mr. Beasly?
Yes, Mr. Wilton.
"Crossed Swords and Crimson Lips" is the sort of
ten-cent novel claptrap
that the reading public has turned away from.
My father used to like that sort of thing.
But, as my father's successor,
I intend to take Wilton and Straub to new heights.
As for your new manuscript,
well, quite simply, it's stale.
I can not publish it in its present state.
Perhaps it would be improved
if it were set in a more exotic locale.
For example, India or Africa?
Books of that type are selling in good numbers.
Isn't that so, Mr. Beasly?
Yes, Mr. Wilton.
Have you ever been to Africa, Miss King?
Of course not.
Paris is a popular setting for novels.
Have you been there?
Never.
New York City?
I wouldn't set a foot in New York City
if my life depended on it.
Haven't you been anywhere?
Montreal...
I loathed it.
It is a fact, Miss King, that the best writers
draw from deep personal experience.
To my mind you have seen very little and done even less.
Which is why your novels are artificial and lifeless.
Good day.
As per our contract -
page eight, paragraph five, subset c -
it is within the rights of Wilton and Straub to terminate
the contract at such time as Wilton and Straub
deems all conditions of the contract
are not being met by the contractee.
Wilton and Straub is exercising that right.
I beg your pardon?
Your contract is terminated.
RACHEL: Trust the King family to throw a party for Hetty,
obligating everyone to buy her a gift.
This is much more the price range I was thinking of, Elvira.
What did you get Hetty?
Oh, a lovely pair of kid gloves.
Too extravagant if you ask me.
Hetty King has never bought me a birthday present
in my entire life.
Why should I spend a fortune on her?
Because, Rachel Lynde,
you cannot take your money with you when you go.
I'm a widow trying to raise two young ones
on a pittance of savings.
I'll be happy if there's enough money to get me
to the time when I do go.
And how are you doing, Miss Ward?
Have you made your mind up yet?
It's not easy with this, really paltry selection.
Well, I've made my choice.
I'll take this, Elvira.
You're not buying her that, are you?
What's wrong with a hanky?
Nothing whatever if you need to blow your nose.
But I hardly think it's a suitable gift
for a woman turning fifty.
Besides, surely forty years friendship
is worth more than a few pennies?
Tell me has Hetty admired anything
in particular, Mrs. Lawson?
Unlike some...
The price is no object.
[telephone ringing]
I'll be right with you miss Ward.
Hello, Lawson's General Store.
Oh, hello Hetty!
Where are you calling from?
Springdale?
I think the connection must be bad.
You said what?
[horn honking]
[sheep bleating]
Miss Stacey!
Miss Stacey.
You made it for the party.
Sara.
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Look at you.
How you've grown.
You're a regular young lady.
Thank you... This is beautiful.
You certainly packed enough for a few nights stay.
You're the first to know.
I'm moving back to Avonlea.
I've taken over the old Hudson place.
That's wonderful!
Sara, Oh, Sara.
Thank goodness you're still here.
Hetty just called.
She's coming on the early train.
She'll be here at two o'clock...
Two!
She wasn't supposed to be back 'till five.
She wants you to meet her.
But that's too early.
What am I supposed to do with her from two until six?
Why don't we meet her together
and we can take her to my place for the afternoon.
That's perfect.
...And finally, the steamer to get to London.
Southampton.
I want to see Buckingham Palace first,
then Tower Bridge.
Of course.
I can't imagine what it'll be like travelling
all the way across the Atlantic.
[♪]
Where do you think it's going mama?
Across the Atlantic Ocean
for miles and miles.
Not a piece of land in sight
until half way around the world...
Sometimes I wish I could sail away on a boat like that...
Why?
I wish I had a chance to see more of the world.
Oh I don't mother, I love it here.
I always want to stay here with you.
[echoing]
Now boarding Train # 7 bound for Carmody, Hillsdale,
Markdale, Avonlea, Emerald Junction and Summerside.
I hope Hetty appreciates all this, you know.
She wasn't exactly exuberant
about it being her birthday this morning.
Oh, she protests too much.
There'd be no living with her if we didn't do something
to mark the day.
I'm not so sure about that...
I'm not so sure about this.
It's a lovely gift, Aunt Eliza.
Hetty will adore it.
As the years go by, I certainly use one of these less and less.
I shouldn't have let Rachel Lynde rush me into a decision.
Oh, Felicity, where's Digger?
Felix put him out just as he was going to work.
Make sure he stays out there.
I don't want him getting into the food.
We have worked too hard to have that dog ruin one more...
Oh.
Daniel.
Janet. I just got back from town.
I need more flour and sugar.
Oh, and maybe some more streamers.
Well, Why couldn't you have told me you needed those things
when I was in town with Eliza?
Because, your son hadn't destroyed the cake by then.
Now come on it was your idea to throw this party,
and what is a birthday party without a cake?
-All right. -Hurry.
I'll be back in a half-hour.
Alec.
Wait for me I'm going with you.
I'm taking this back.
Well, you can expect us back some time next week.
Aunt Hetty!
Look who's back in Avonlea.
Why Muriel Stacey.
It's been a while.
Too long, Hetty.
How have you been?
Oh ah, never better.
Miss Stacey's offered to drive us home.
But first you must come and pay me a visit in my new home.
Your, your, your new home?
She's come back to stay.
Isn't that wonderful?
Oh, my my, this day is full of surprises.
Please, get in Hetty.
You look done in from your trip.
Are you certain you know how to operate this machine, Muriel?
Of course I do.
But I must admit, there are a few raised eyebrows
when people see that it's a woman who's driving.
Huh, really you're not the first woman in Avonlea
to drive an automobile, you know.
Miss Stacey has been telling me the most wonderful stories.
She went to India and saw the Taj Mahal.
How pleasant for you Murial.
I certainly hope you didn't bring back
any foreign diseases with you.
When I was little I travelled with my parents to India,
but I haven't been anywhere since I came to Avonlea.
Really, Muriel.
Must you deliberately seek out the biggest pot holes
to drive through?
I'm so sorry Hetty, this road wasn't meant for automobiles.
I must say, I am envious of your new career.
I read "Crossed Swords and Crimson Lips"
in one sitting it was so exciting.
Oh yes Aunt Hetty, how was your meeting?
Ohhh...Quite enlightening.
Pardon.
Enlightening!
Aunt Hetty, look at this tea chest...
more than a hundred years old.
I had to barter for it with an old man
in the market in Calcutta.
Really?
Took me the best part of twenty minutes to get him
to trade me for a set of ebony buttons I bought in Paris.
Oh Miss Stacy you must tell Aunt Hetty of the story
when you went tiger hunting
with that gentleman from New Delhi.
Can you imagine Aunt Hetty, she got to ride on an elephant.
I'm sure it was a more comfortable ride than this one.
Good afternoon.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Lawson, I fear I must return this...
And um, I'd like to exchange this too, if I may.
Loosening the purse strings are we, Rachel?
I want to get her a gift,
something that she will remember me by when I'm gone.
Well, Hetty does love hats.
A hat is a memorable gift.
Ohh, I often remember occasions by the hat I'm wearing.
There's just the hat for Hetty.
Oh no.
That's not her cup of tea at all.
Is it, Alec?
Uhh, well...
I think I've know Hetty King long enough
to know what she would like and what she wouldn't like.
Don't use that tone of voice when you're speaking
to your elders.
I seem to remember Hetty admiring this hat.
Too much froufrou for Hetty...
It wouldn't interest you Rachel.
It costs too much.
Could I get some flour, Mrs. Lawson,
while these ladies make up their minds?
Excuse me ladies.
You really saw a man walk on hot coals?
Barefoot.
And I can show you a picture of a snake charmer.
Stop the car! Stop please!
Hetty, please won't you join us for a cup of tea.
I brought back some specially all the way from India?
No I'd rather go straight home, thank you Muriel.
And have plain old, ordinary, boring cup of tea.
Well it would be my pleasure to drive you.
No no, needn't bother.
Something about this contraption is not agreeing
with my stomach, I'm afraid.
Besides Alec's wagon is there, he can drive me
the rest of the way.
If you're not feeling very well,
make sure you do go straight home and take a nap.
And don't even dare stir from the house.
You promise me?
Needn't exact promises from me, child.
I shall indeed go home and will indeed rest.
You're sure?
Yes.
Come along Sara.
I, ummm, promised Miss Stacey though,
that I'd help her unpack.
If that's alright with you?
Oh, I see.
Oh well, yes of course if that's what you prefer to do...
As long as you're fine?
Of course I'll be fine.
Go on then.
I promise to have her back safe and sound.
Here are some streamers Alec.
Now I'll just see if there are any more colours.
Well, these should do.
You know I think it's just wonderful what you're doing.
I love surprise parties.
What surprise party?
Hetty!
What party?
A... a... a party for Janet.
It's our... anniversary next week, remember?
I thought I'd surprise her.
Well, it's the first I've heard of it.
Well, it was a spur of the moment thing.
And I thought --
Really Alec King.
How like you leaving everything to the last minute.
It's a very good thing I turned up to help you out.
No I don't want your help.
I'm ah, I'm planning this myself.
You are?
Yes. You don't need to bother.
Well then. I won't.
Could you at least give me a ride home?
I can't... I have to...
You don't expect me to walk. Do you?
I'm waiting for Eliza.
Mrs. Lynde will drive me.
Thank you Eliza.
Well then I'll wait for you outside.
Not your colour, Rachel.
You would not catch me in a hat like that
for love nor money.
I told you she wouldn't like it.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Just some silly pain in my stomach.
That's all.
From all the travelling.
Bumping around no doubt.
Take me by your place first. Alec. Will you?
My place?
Yes.
I'd to get that recipe of Janet's
for that digestive elixir.
Well I ah...
I'm not sure that Janet's home.
She said something about going to visit Mrs. Spenser.
Oh it doesn't matter.
I know exactly where she keeps her recipes.
Just do it Alec.
Woah, now that's more than
just a little stomach ache there.
Nonsense. It's nothing.
Just indigestion.
Well we're not going anywhere until you've seen a doctor.
A doctor!
I don't need a doctor.
We're seeing the doctor.
-Here we are. -It's such foolishness.
Doctor Snow is with Amos Spry and I'm next.
You may as well have a seat.
I'm not spending my entire afternoon in here you know.
Yes, you are.
I mean you've got to get something for that stomach ache.
Now I have one more errand to run in town.
So you just sit here and wait for the Doctor
and I'll be right back to get you.
You stay there.
[cough]
Shall I summon the Doctor?
Oh no, no, no...
I'll be alright.
It's just a little congestion in the gout.
Ah what's wrong with you?
Oh absolutely nothing.
I wouldn't be here if my knothead brother
hadn't insisted on it.
A little pain that's all it is.
Right here.
Well, you have to expect it, it's the twilight years.
Something goes wrong every day when you get to be our age.
Well, when I get there I shall let you know.
Excuse me.
Felix.
I need you to run home and tell your mother
that Hetty is on her way to the house with me.
No, I know you're working but I...
this is important.
You've got to figure out a way to keep her out of the house.
That's a good boy.
So that will be the sugar bowl and the creamer and the teapot.
And put a satin ribbon around it.
No one is going to accuse me of being a cheapskate.
Well, have you decided yet, Eliza?
There's nothing I want here.
Finished so soon?
Yes I am fit as a fiddle.
All I need is that recipe.
Now drive me to your place Alec.
No if or buts.
Well I...
Alec.
Well...
I don't what is taking Alec so long?
I'll never finish the cake on time.
I knew this wouldn't work.
I just knew it.
Felicity, why don't you go over to Rose Cottage
and get some flour...
Mother we don't have enough time.
We need a cake that's already made.
Already made?
Ready-Made! That's it.
The White Sands.
They have cakes ready made.
Wonderful! Wonderful! You go! Go Go Go.
Fast Fast.
So how was your meeting with the publishers?
Oh!
Oh well you know how I hate singing my praises.
Alec, you don't think my life has been boring?
What kind of question is that?
Do you?
No!
What have I done?
What will I be remembered for?
Well, you've been a teacher...
a darn good one.
And...ah, you've been bringing up Sara.
Your life's hardly been boring...
and it's not over yet.
But what, but what would you know?
You, you haven't done anything interesting either.
Cecily! No!
I'm sorry.
He got into the paint before I could stop him.
Well I told you to keep that paint closed.
Now go clean him up.
Mother! Mother!
What's the matter?
Father's on his way up the road!
It's about time.
He has Aunt Hetty with him.
No, no, no, that can't be.
She's not supposed to arrive until five.
This'll ruin everything.
Well what are going to do? We got to do something.
Cecily! Cecily!
Don't clean up Daniel.
Don't clean up Daniel!
Hetty! What a nice surprise.
Good gracious...paint?
What have you been up to?
Well, I've been meaning to paint that front hall for months now,
and we finally got at it.
I'd invite you in, but the floor is still wet.
Oh well couldn't we go in through the kitchen?
I'd dearly love a cup of tea, Janet.
Once we got started I just couldn't stop.
And we painted the floor in the summer kitchen too.
You painted yourself out of the house?
Silly me.
What a nuscense.
Then, then I don't suppose you could get into your recipe
for that stomach elixir.
Could you?
Oh stomach elixir.
Yes I'll have one of the children
run it over just as soon as that paint's dry.
Aunt Hetty.
Am I glad to see you.
Um, Mr. Tremayne would like to have a meeting
with you right away.
Now?
Oh dear... What does he want?
He didn't say.
No doubt it's finally dawned on him
he can't manage that place on his own.
Never could.
I can take you in the wagon, right Father?
Oh right, right.
Oh, all right Janet.
Duty calls.
I hope this won't take too long.
Look Felix, Aunt Olivia is over at the White Sands
getting a cake.
So be careful.
Here it is Mrs. Dale.
One birthday cake.
I can't thank you enough Mr. Tremayne.
Anything to help with the party.
Oh it's... spelt wrong.
It's two t's not two d's.
I can just hear him now.
I have spelt it zee way it sounds.
Heddy. H-E-D-D-Y.
Believe me, Mrs. Dale, if you ever open up a restaurant,
whatever you do, don't hire a French chef.
He'll have to redo this.
I'll supervise.
Hetty.
What are you doing here?
Oh, you sent for me.
I did?
Ah yes, Felix said that you --
Oh, yes, I did send for you.
I'm ordering some new napkins for the dining room
and I wondered if they should be blue or white?
They've always been white.
Oh.
White you say.
Good choice. Thank you.
That's it?
Yes. White. Good.
You brought me all the way out here for napkins?
Well, ah, actually, Felix misunderstood me.
I wanted him to find you and ask what your opinion was,
not bring you here.
Felix, you really must pay closer attention.
Yes sir.
You know Simon Tremayne it really is a wonder
that you can hold this place together at all.
Don't worry about work, you take your aunt right home.
Yes sir.
Where are you going?
To get a glass of water.
Olivia.
Hetty.
Well at least I know what that is.
You do?
Oh yes Olivia it's a cake, and what's more it'll go stale.
It's far too early to collect it now you know.
It is?
Quite clearly you and Alec could use my help.
Why, the two of you couldn't organize
your way out of a paper bag.
Besides I will not be excluded from the party plans.
Party plans?
Don't play dumb, Olivia.
Alec told me all about it.
He did?
Yes the surprise anniversary party for Janet, next week.
Oh... He told you.
Yes and if I'm not included in the party plans,
it'll be a disaster.
So let me see the cake.
No, Hetty.
We really don't need your help.
Of course you do.
Oh no we don't.
Olivia!
Hetty!
Remember how you tried to plan my wedding.
And we certainly don't want that to happen again.
I thought you loved your wedding.
Well I... I did.
Really.
I did...
You needn't explain Olivia.
I understand perfectly.
Oh... great jehosaphat.
Sara!
Of course she isn't here. Why would she be?
Why would she want to spend time
with a boring old woman like me?
This is all of you when you were young?
Oh yes.
Jasper developed that from an old glass negative.
This is my mother?
Everyone looks so serious. Except Aunt Hetty.
I remember that day.
Our parents could barely get Hetty to sit still long enough
to have the photograph taken.
Aunt Hetty?
Well she was different when she was younger.
A free spirit if ever there was one.
Didn't you say she was always late for school.
I can't imagine Aunt Hetty ever being late for school.
Well she liked to take the round about way there,
along the shoreline, and she'd dawdle and play...
and just forget about the time.
And she always made straight A's anyway...
Drove me to distraction.
Well what happened to her?
She never smiles like that anymore.
People change, Sara, for whatever reason.
Don't forget, when our mother died,
Hetty had to grow up pretty fast.
Aunt Hetty?
Oh it's about time.
Well really Sara, I hardly expected you
to spend the entire day with Muriel Stacey.
I was quite prepared to make dinner without you.
Well we don't have to cook at all.
Aunt Janet's invited us over there for dinner.
Oh no not tonight.
I'm, I'm quite comfortable here thank you.
But Aunt Hetty.
You have to come.
I'm tired from my trip Sara.
And besides, I have no desire to be asphyxiated by paint fumes.
What paint fumes?
Janet painting the house from top to bottom...
some such silliness.
Well I'm sure the fumes are dry by now.
Well then you go along.
I'm staying right here.
Aunt Hetty, please. You have to come!
I don't want to.
Aunt Hetty.
I said no Sara.
And please be good enough to respect my wishes
it's a simple request.
I want to be left alone.
But-
I'm sure you'll all have a much better time without me.
-No we won't. -Leave me be!
SURPRISE!
But where is she?
Surprise. She won't come.
What?
I knew this wouldn't work.
I just knew it.
I tried, but she's in one of her moods.
Isn't that just like Hetty King to spoil her own party?
MOTHER: You're very brave.
You're the oldest, and I know that you'll be able
to take of your brothers and sisters...
If something should happen to me --
No!
Shhh. You're very brave.
You're the oldest,
and I know that you'll be able
to take care of your brother and sisters.
HETTY: I could never take care of the children.
I don't know how.
MOTHER: You'll know when the time comes.
Oh, Mama.
Well, what are we going to do with all this food?
Well, I think we should eat it.
Let Hetty stew in her own juice.
That's not a bad idea.
I knew this wouldn't work.
I think you're all forgetting a most important thing.
It's Hetty King's fiftieth birthday.
And we want to celebrate it with her.
If the mountain will not come to Mohammed,
then Mohammed must go to the mountain.
Ahh!
Aunt Hetty! I'm home!
Aunt Hetty?
That's funny.
Aunt Hetty!
Uncle Alec! Come here!
-Hurry! -What is it?
Uncle Alec!
Oh, Good Lord-
Hetty!
[pained cries]
Oh, oh, oh goodness gracious move her to the sofa.
No. No, no... don't move me.
Sara. Go get some pillows.
Janet, you better get the doctor.
No, no, no, let me go. The car will be faster.
And is it tender here?
[pained cry]
I'm sorry Miss King.
I know that hurts.
It's her appendix.
It could burst at any time. I'll have to operate here.
Here?
She'd never survive the trip to the hospital in Charlottetown.
If I don't operate now, she'll die.
So let's clear off this table.
It looks like the best spot.
Uncle Alec?
Mr. King, please have your guests go home.
Mrs. Dale, please take the children into the parlour
and keep them calm.
Mrs. King,
Madame I'll need you to help with the operation.
Plenty of sheets.
And boiling water. Lots of it.
[♪]
You'll have to hold her.
It's ether, Miss King.
Breathe in...
...and you'll go to sleep and you won't feel a thing.
Breathe in and go to sleep.
That's the way.
Good...
that's good...
...doing fine...
HETTY: Why do they call boats "she"?
MOTHER: I don't know.
Perhaps because they're so graceful...
and strong at the same time.
Like you.
HETTY: Does it matter
if I only ever stay in Avonlea mother?
MOTHER: Measure your life not by what you do,
but how you feel...
...not by what you do but how you feel.
She made it through the operation.
Now there's still a danger of complications and infections.
Leave her where she is for the rest of the night.
When she's feeling stronger you can move her to her bedroom.
I'll check on her in a day or so.
But right now rest is the best thing for her.
It'll be a couple of weeks before she's up and around.
May we see her now?
[♪]
That's really good.
Bugle bracelet, necklace amber, perfume for a lady's chamber,
golden coifs, and stomachers, for my lads to give their dears,
pins and poking sticks of steal...
[♪]
♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ And so say all of us ♪
♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ And so say all of us. ♪
Thank you.
Why, why Rachel!
How beautiful.
It cost a pretty penny,
but then what's money where friendship is concerned?
Isn't that right, Eliza?
Where's your present?
♪ [HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU] ♪
When did she learn to play the piano?
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Bravo!
That was your present?
I wanted to give Hetty something she would remember.
I always wanted to learn to play the piano,
but never had the chance.
Now at this great age...
...which we shall not go into details about,
Felicity is teaching me how to play.
So you see, Hetty,
we're never too old to learn,
or try something new.
That is my gift to you.
And that, Eliza Ward,
is the greatest gift of all.
I thank you.
I think that it's time that I take my leave.
It was a lovely party, Hetty.
Happy belated birthday.
I thank you for the spices from India, Muriel.
You must come to dinner once I'm able to cook with them.
Oh I will.
Oh Hetty it's so good to be back in Avonlea.
You know, I think there's something you've known all along
that it's taken me thirty years to realize.
After all my travels,
there are very few places in the world
as beautiful as where we are right now.
I'm fine.
When we do get together Murial,
let's chat about Avonlea in the old days.
Shall we?
Yes, let's.
And bring some of that India tea.
Will you?
My pleasure.
Bye Miss Stacey.
Oh bye bye now Sara.
You know what, Sara,
I'd like to go to the beach.
Right now?
Yes, now.
The dishes won't wash themselves, you know.
There's been too much dish washing around here.
Not enough sunset watching...
Shall we?
Oh how I loved this beach when I was a child.
I wanted to stay here forever.
It's not so much I didn't want to travel, really,
I just couldn't imagine there be any place lovelier than this.
The best authors write about the things they know best.
I think I'll write about this island.
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HETTY: I will never forget the days of my youth,
when the waves rippled between my toes,
taking the pink and silver grains of sand
back out to the depths of the sea.
There was a peace then.
An indescribable feeling of immortality
in the ebb and flow of the tide
and the seemingly endless stretch
of beach and sky.
Now, as I gaze out upon those same sparkling waters,
I realize that youth is never left behind,
but is carried always, gently, in the heart.
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