The Avonlea school board has invested a pretty
penny in these readers.
I want you to keep them clean and crisp.
Oh great.
A new reader.
The topic of your first essay is on the chalkboard.
Dora Keith, please read what I have written.
"My Summer Vacation."
Thank you.
Davey Keith, you're tardy.
I'm speaking to you.
Look at me.
Do you know what day this is?
Monday, sir.
It's the first day of school, Davey Keith, and
I'll have no shenanigans.
Straighten up there.
Take off your cap.
Where is your other shoe?
Bottom of the pond, sir, under the mud I reckon.
Never mind, Davey.
Just sit down.
Not there.
Look at the seating plan.
You seem to have the mistaken impression that
you occupy a privileged position
is this classroom, young man:
that you may arrive whenever you please,
wear whatever you please,
and sit wherever you please.
You may not.
This is your assigned seat.
I hate school.
Come on, Milty, let's play baseball.
You 'n' you are in.
Anybody else wants to play, come take a swing.
Let me try.
Alice Greene wants to play?
Try standing in front of the plate.
She's never gonna hit it.
Go pick some daisies, Alice Greene.
Next.
Come on Izzy.
Okay, you're in.
So what?
She can hit a ball but she can't tie a bow in her hair.
Whatsamatter?
Jealous?
Me, jealous of that tomboy?
At least I look like a girl.
I bet she doesn't even own a dress.
She doesn't need to wear a dress.
She's one of us.
Don't worry, Izzy.
If I were a girl I'd rather wear pants any day.
Knock the cover off it, Felix
Go get it...
No the ball.
Why should I, and who you callin' names, pig face?
The way I see it, you're good for two things:
wearin' the dunce cap and chasin' after the ball.
So go get it, lumphead.
Nobody calls me a lumphead.
Davey, stop it!
Do you want to get in more trouble than you're
already in?
Break it up.
(glaring at Milty) I can guess how this started.
He hit me first!
But he called me lumphead.
Sticks and stones, Davey Keith.
Go inside and sit by yourself.
And for homework write out one hundred times
"I will not fight at school."
But --
And one hundred times "I will not be late."
But --
March!
I'll get that.
Where's Elvira?
She usually opens up early.
Mr. Lawson bought a store in Fredericton.
No.
Mrs. Lawson stopped by this morning with the keys
to the store and asked me to take charge.
She's on her way to join him, just like that.
It must be breaking her heart to leave Avonlea
after so many years.
I don't know.
She has family near Fredericton.
Lucky for her you could help out.
Well it gives me something to do while I'm waiting
for my entrance exams for teachers' college.
I thought I'd be glad to be fished school
but I think I'd rather be busy.
Finally.
I've been trying to get in all morning.
"For Sale"?
The Lawsons have moved to New Brunswick.
They told me to keep the store open until
everything was sold, then lock it and
send them the money.
My word.
What are we going to do without a store?
Travel to Markdale.
Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to
stock up while I have the chance.
Did you have a good first day?
Yes sir.
But you miss Morgan.
Yes.
Do you?
Very much.
But he wants to be a soldier and a military
school is a good start for him.
Do you wish Arthur had become a soldier?
He's becoming a respected veterinarian
and that's honest work.
And who knows, the lancers are always looking
for a good man to doctor the horses.
I wish I could go to military school.
There's no doubt in my mind you'd make
a cracker-jack cadet.
It's not fair.
Best you learn it now, Izzy, life isn't always fair.
I've got to pick up Annabelle's harness at the livery.
You get in and do your homework.
I expect you to set an example.
You're right. Life isn't always fair.
She can hit a ball but she can't tie a bow in her hair...
At least I look like a girl.
I'll bet she doesn't even own a dress.
Who would like a slice
of nice fresh plum cake?
Or should I say who deserves a slice?
Did you two little toots behave yourselves in school today?
Yes, ma'am.
I was as good as I was able.
Arithmetic.
That was always my downfall in school.
I never could get the hang of decimals.
All that fuss over a dot.
Well, I've got laundry waiting.
Here you are, come and help when you're finished Dora.
Aren't you gonna tell her what happened?
You must think I'm really stupid.
You can have my plum cake.
I don't want it.
You love plum cake.
I can't hold my fork.
Musta bent my finger back when I hit Milty.
Then how are you going to write "I will not fight"
a hundred ti -- Shhhh!
I can't.
It hurts too much.
Mr. Pettibone will tan your hide --
Can't be helped, I guess.
Why don't I do your writing for you?
You?
I'll do it fast and neat.
Then never mind the laundry,
I'll use my good hand to help Mrs. Lynde.
Then I say we're even.
Thanks, Dora.
Oh I don't know maybe
I should get another bag of those navy beans.
Aunt Hetty you've got enough food here
to feed a dozen lumberjacks til Christmas.
Yes but when word gets out that Elvira is gone
and left us high and dry,
well there'll be a run on those goods,
you mark my words.
In fact Felicity you should set some aside for
your mother before they're all gone.
I can't play favorites.
She gave me her order and I've already boxed it.
Good.
Aunt Hetty!
What are you buying?
Never you mind.
You should be home by now doing your homework.
Where is my mail?
I know I picked it up from the post office.
Did I leave it inside?
Here it is.
Hello, Sara.
How was school?
Don't rub it in just 'cause
you don't go anymore.
Oh for pity sake, this letter's not for me.
It's for Rachel Lynde.
I'll take it to the post office for you.
Oh no no no it's closed now.
I could run it by Mrs. Lynde's house and
then meet you at home.
Is that alright Felix?
Yeah.
Her son, Billy --
the, one she's forever bragging about.
Digger!
Give that back!
We'll get it!
Digger you come back.
(turning to Hetty) Don't worry we'll get it.
Stop!
Stop that creature!
Digger!
(falling on top of Digger) I got it.
Go get the stick!
He obeyed me.
Felix!
"Dear Mother. . ."
Felix, don't read it.
That's snooping.
Don't you want to know what it says?
Would you want someone reading your mail?
I don't get any mail.
"Greetings from the county jail? ..."
What did he do?
You don't want me to read it, remember?
Well, you've read that far you might
as well read the rest.
Well, if you insist.
"Guess you never thought I'd end up here.
The Judge will be here in a few days."
The judge.
He's waiting to be sentenced!
"Sure wish you could come visit, but don't bring
Davey and Dora, there's no room in the cell.
Ha, ha.
That's a joke.
Your loving son, William."
Poor Mrs. Lynde.
Poor Billy.
He's the one in jail.
What do you think he did?
I don't know but we're not asking.
We're going to seal it up and deliver it to
Mrs. Lynde, and we're not even going to
tell her that we know this awful secret.
Now come on.
Digger
My Billy wants me to visit.
Right away he says.
Well he's probably scared and lonely, considering...
considering how far away he is
from his mother and all.
Felix.
Don't be absurd.
He's a grown man.
whatsoever.
Oh but this is important.
I have to go.
But only...
who will mind Davey and Dora?
What about your aunt Olivia maybe she'd take them in.
Oh no no. She's got her hands full with
the cannery and the baby
Say Felix, how bout your mother.
I'm sure she'd like to help, but
-- she has her own brood.
Oh dear.
I wish I had somebody sane and sensible I could rely on.
Mrs. Lynde, don't worry.
You can count on Aunt Hetty and me.
Us?
I had to offer.
Well yes, I suppose you did.
Rachel can't very well take two small children
with her to visit a jailbird can she.
What do you imagine it is that Billy Lynde
I don't know but it seems to me like
Davey Keith is following right in his footsteps.
It only confirms what I long suspected.
Rachel is a bit on the dim side as a guiding light.
Oh but I suppose we do owe it to her
to keep her secret.
We mustn't utter a peep about Billy's predicament.
Promise?
Aunt Hetty.
Only the most insensitive oaf
would do a thing like that.
Billy Lynde is in jail?
Not so loud.
No one is supposed to know.
What'd he do?
I don't know.
All I can is that Billy Lynde must have
done something a whole lot worse than get drunk.
Could have been armed robbery.
Davey, Davey the bell rang.
It did?
You know sometimes I wonder if you work
at getting in trouble or
does it just come naturally to you.
The waves may rage and the winds may roar,
but he fears not wreck nor need.
For he rides the sea and it's
stormy strength as a strong man rides his steed.
The white seagull the bold seagull.
He makes on the shore his nest
[inaudible]
that he loveth the sea the best.
Now I get to listen to you.
Turn to page four in your readers, class.
You will take turns reading aloud,
beginning with...
Davey Keith.
Davey.
Please read.
He put something down my neck!
Sara, go to her aid.
And you,
Davey --
Insubordination, that's the word he underlined --
twice.
Not back in school a week and Davey is already
getting a calling down from the teacher.
Yes well, Clive Pettibone is not one
to tolerate tomfoolery.
You don't have to tell me.
Davey Keith, this is a fine kettle of fish.
You can be a heap of trouble.
Much as I need the rest, I'm to cancel my trip and
stay home where I can punish you good and proper.
Mrs. Lynde you mustn't cancel your trip,
we know how much this means to you.
Well I just hate to leave you holding
the oar, that's all.
But there are times when it is a
mother's duty to be with her son.
Oh of course, of course,
we understand Completely.
Don't we Sara?
Completely.
Besides, Davey's not the first obstreperous young
boy I've dealt with, remember.
Oh you can rest assured
I am quite up to the task.
Well in that case there's nothing to say but
thank you.
Now you two be good, you hear me?
You mind Ms. King and Sara,
and no back talking, no monkey business.
Come along now Rachel.
Aunt Hetty.
( handing her a package) Oh --yes This is for Billy.
Oh what is this?
Oh something to occupy his spare time
--it's five of the longer works of Charles Dickens
God bless.
Behave yourselves, and uh --
wash your feet at night.
Inside the two of you,
carry your bags.
Come on now carry the bags.
No dawdling. Hurry up.
Hello Rachel.
Oh Eulalie.
Margaret.
Stocking up before the store closes, are you?
Oh I wish I could but I'm on my way to Kirksville.
Some distance.
It's worth the trouble.
I'm going to see my son Billy.
So I've heard.
Oh gracious, news travels fast.
I just stopped by to pick up some salt pork.
It's Billy's favourite.
Well I'd love to chat, but I've got to get to the
flag stop or I'll miss my train.
Well have, have a lovely trip.
Thank you.
A lovely trip?
Don't you know why she's visiting Billy?
No why?
He's in jail.
Jail?
True as you live.
Felix King told Charlie MacKenzie at school and
Charlie told his mother and she told me.
What did he do?
Armed robbery.
What did he rob?
If you're going to rob something it only makes
sense to rob a bank.
That's where the money is.
Was there gunplay?
Eulalie, dear, they don't arrest you for armed
robbery if you carry a slingshot.
Gather them up and try again.
Fork on the left and knife
and spoon on the right.
Hello.
It's me.
Sara, not a word about Billy.
That's right, fork on the left, knife and spoon
on the right.
Olivia, where's Montgomery?
Oh he's just out sleeping in the buggy.
Aunt Olivia, look who's here.
Yes.
Hello Davey.
Hello Dora.
Hello.
Hello Mrs. Dale.
Sara, I have a quick favor to ask.
Jasper's working late again at the cannery and I
just got go cover a story.
Do you think I can drive you home to sit with
Montgomery.
I'd love to except that Mrs. Lynde's on a trip and
Davey and Dora are staying here.
Really?
That's odd now Rachel Lynde never goes anywhere,
where on earth is she off to?
Well if you like you could leave Montgomery here,
the more the merrier.
Oh, thank you --
Sara, Sara, you're putting too much salt in
No, I'm not.
I assure you, you are.
Davey, would you please check the recipe
and see how much salt it requires?
You want me to check the recipe?
Yes.
How much salt does it say?
Um, on second thought, maybe I'll just ask Izzy
Pettibone to sit with Montgomery.
I'll fetch you a broom, Davey Keith.
I've left his dinner on the stove,
so all you have to do is warm it up.
Don't worry if he won't eat it, he just
gets that way sometimes.
I have found that if play with
him he does get hungry.
Yes mam.
Jasper'll be at the factory at the cannery
and I'll be on an interview,
and if there's any emergency run to Rose cottage --
I'll be fine.
I'm making that as a surprise for Cecily.
Do you like it?
I think dresses are dumb.
I'm never going to wear one.
Never?
My goodness.
Well, I suppose you could get married in overalls.
Oh that dress.
That lace should be a little higher.
I better get a move on.
Good-bye sweetheart.
I'll be home no later than eight o'clock.
So, you want to play soldier?
Alright, who wanted the flour?
I did.
Me, too.
I'll get another bag.
Miss Stacey?
I came back for some split peas.
We're all out.
Fiddlesticks.
And I need some white thread.
We're all out of that, too, and please don't
anyone ask for salt pork.
Rachel Lynde bought the last of it.
Let me see.
Flour.
Felicity, my dear.
You look as if you could use some help.
Are you sure?
I put myself through three years of university doing
just this sort of thing.
I enjoy it.
Thank you Miss Stacey.
Just like Rachel Lynde to snap up all the salt pork.
I don't begrudge it to her under the circumstances.
This might very well be her son's last meal.
What do you mean?
Haven't you heard?
What?
(whispering)
I'm sorry about your tea cup.
I'll do chores for you after
school to pay my debt.
That won't be necessary Davey.
It was an accident -- I hope.
Mrs. Lynde is going to have a conniption.
Dora, you come along with me and prepare for bed.
Davey here will help Sara finish up
the kitchen. Won't you, Davey?
You handle the dishes.
You can brush off the table.
I'm too much trouble.
That's why Mrs. Lynde left, isn't it?
No, Davey, she had to go.
But -- you could try a little harder
to do things right.
I want to do things right.
Well, wanting's half the battle.
Tell you what, you fill up the sugar bowl
and then we'll be done, alright.
And how about a game of crazy eights
before bed?
You bet.
The sugar is on the counter.
Aunt Hetty just bought the last bag from Felicity.
Davey, what are you doing?
Nothing.
Why do you have the salt out?
I -- I --
You were going to
put the salt in the sugar bowl.
No, I wasn't.
Then why are you holding that bag?
I was just holding it, that's all.
That's a new bag Davey, you opened it.
You were going to put it into the sugar bowl.
No, I wasn't.
Honest.
Davey don't lie to me.
I've caught you red-handed.
You think that sort of thing is funny, don't you?
Making people gag on their tea and porridge.
Well, I don't think it's funny.
And I certainly don't it's funny that you
make me feel sorry for you and then you
go and pull a mean stunt like that.
Now give me the bag.
No.
Davey!
I'm going to fill the sugar bowl.
Davey, put down the bag
and go straight to your room.
Now!
Fine!
Davey, come back here!
Davey!
It's me Izzy.
How did everything go?
Oh how's the sleepy boy?
Right as rain.
He ate his peas, but he didn't want his carrots.
Oh, Montgomery is very resistant to carrots.
Oh, here you go now.
Two cents an hour makes it eight cents
plus two cents extra for cleaning up.
Thank you.
Do you think you can come back again
the day after tomorrow?
Yes, Ma'am.
Wonderful.
Four o'clock.
Thank you.
Good night Izzy.
Good night.
Oh well, I don't mind telling you,
I'm exhausted too.
There just aren't enough hours in a day,
are there?
Oh, when I'm going to
get a chance to finish Cecily's dress.
Well that's funny
I didn't leave the collar like that.
Father, I was wondering if I could
have some of your clothes?
Not that there's anything wrong with what I have.
No.
Father, would you mind if I bought, I mean if you
bought me...
Izzy!
A letter from Morgan.
And look at this.
Isn't he handsome?
So confident and determined.
By the stars, there's something about a uniform
that transforms a man when he puts it on.
Father...
Yes.
I was wondering if well...
would you mind, if,
perhaps I,
well, if I got --
Soldiers don't stammer, Izzy.
Out with it.
Would you mind if...
if I wrote Morgan a letter?
Why would I mind?
Get to it.
Keep that as inspiration.
Have you written your essay
about your summer vacation ?
But all I did this summer was fold the laundry,
mop the floor, and get a bee sting.
Well you still have to write about it.
Did you write yours, Davey?
I'm sure he didn't.
C'mon Davey, you'll be late.
You think he cares?
Alice Green.
Present.
Milty Boulton.
Present.
- Sara Stanley. - Present.
- Izzy Petibone. - Present
- Felix King. - Present.
Felix King!
Present!
Davey Keith.
Dora Keith.
Present.
Where is your brother?
I don't know, sir.
Cecily King.
Present.
Nicholas Grey.
Present.
One measly can of peaches left.
I think I'll buy it for Daniel.
It all went so quickly.
I feel like we were picked clean by vultures.
I'll just finish counting these receipts
and send the proceeds to the Lawsons.
I'll sweep up.
You've helped enough already.
I couldn't have survived without you Miss Stacey.
It was my pleasure dear.
Well, that's it then.
It hardly seems possible.
Avonlea has no more General Store.
You might as well turn the sign over on your way out.
Hello, Hetty.
Clive Pettibone, well, what a nice surprise.
Are Sara and Dora home yet?
I'm waiting for them now.
I've made some lemonade in fact.
Come and have some.
I imagine they stopped by the King
Farm on the way home.
And where is Davey?
He'd be with them, of course.
I doubt it.
He wasn't in school today.
I suspected he wasn't home sick.
Fit as a fiddle last I saw the lad.
Perhaps Sara would have
told you about his truancy,
but I couldn't take the chance.
Of course not..
well he'll be there tomorrow,
if I have to lead him by the ear.
I assure you, this won't happen again.
Not whilst the boy is in my charge.
As soon as Rachel Lynde returns
I intend to have a serious discussion with
her about that child's future.
Oh yes well Rachel has other worries at the
moment I'm afraid.
Sooner or later she's going to have to
reckon with this.
If Davey Keith were my boy,
I can tell you what I'd do.
What would you do?
No thanks.
Pack him off to military school fast as you could
say good bye.
They'd teach him some discipline,
give him some backbone.
Military school, Rachel couldn't afford it.
There are special funds for this sort of case.
I'd be willing to use my connections
to secure tuition for him.
But surely it would break Dora's heart to be
separated from her brother, poor thing,
after all they've been through.
It might be better for her in the long run if she were
away from his influence
If Rachel isn't careful,
Davey is going to end up like...
like her son Billy.
Oh so you know about Billy, do you?
Mr. Inglis told me.
I gather he heard from his wife
who heard from Mrs. Bugle
I'd hate to see Davey Keith end
up on the wrong end of a rope.
Rope.
What are you talking about?
Billy's in jail.
Waiting to be hanged.
Oh my word.
Shot a banker and eight customers dead as rocks
and made off with two thousand dollars, and all
for the love of some dance-hall floozy.
Poor scoundrel is scheduled
to be hanged today.
The best way to keep Davey Keith on
the straight and narrow is to send him
off to military school.
I'm sorry
I skipped school today.
It won't happen again.
Sure.
I'm gonna do all my work as best I can.
Mr. Pettibone is going to want us to
read our essays aloud tomorrow.
So you'd better write something.
Dora how does this sound?
"Summertime in Avonlea."
That's the title.
But I thought it had to be "My Summer Vacation."
It's the same thing.
"When the sun filters down through leafy branches
over the pond, I am always happy Avonlea is my home.
I can not imagine another place in the world where
one can be lazy with so much pleasure.
The beaches, the orchards, the craggy cliffs --"
It's boring, right?
No, keep reading!
Rachel!
Rachel Lynde!
Hetty King!
What are you doing here?
Are the children all right?
Oh yes, yes, Sara is with them.
It just seemed more important that
I be here with you.
Whatever for?
Oh Mercy, Rachel,
I'd let you go home alone after
all you've been through.
Well, that's right neighborly of you, but
this young couple here said they
would drive me back.
You're all in black.
It's the least I could do.
You Rachel, you have my deepest sympathy.
What for?
Oh no, no, you needn't pretend anymore, it's
alright, it's alright, I know...
I can't bring myself to say it.
Say what?
Oh, for pity's sake, forget your foolish pride.
The hanging, that's what.
And don't try to hide it.
The fact that Billy went bad is not your fault --
not entirely.
I'd hardly say he went bad.
Oh Rachel, Rachel, take off those blinkers.
If going to jail and being hung for murder
isn't bad then I'd like to know what is.
Oh you poor thing, you mean
you didn't even get to visit him in jail?
I sure did and he's still there!
He's been made Chief Constable of the County
Jail and yesterday was the swearing in.
That's why I went: for the celebration!
(laughing)
Oh my stars.
Hello Izzy, come on in.
I'm afraid I'm running a little late today.
If you like I could come back.
No that's alright.
Actually, I'd love your help with
something before I go.
Alright.
You might not be too keen on it, though.
What is it?
Cecily's dress.
Now you're about her size.
And if I could just get you to try it
on then I can mark the hem and get it finished.
I know you hate dresses but, what do you say?
Just don't tell anyone.
Never.
Just one more Izzy.
Thank you.
Well, Izzy, you'd think this dress
was made for you.
It's a near perfect fit.
I don't look good in dresses.
Well, I think you do.
Do you have a dress?
Not anymore.
I told my father a long time ago
never to buy me one.
And he hasn't?
He doesn't like dresses either.
He told you that?
I can tell.
Oh?
Just by the way he talks about Morgan and his
uniform and the military.
He wishes I were a boy
Ah...
How does that look?
Hello Dora.
Hello.
Where's Davey?
He's back there.
I bet you were happy to get home to Mrs. Lynde
last night.
Yep.
She kept laughin' and laughin' for no
Will you read me your essay again?
Oh, I didn't like it so I changed it.
Ok listen.
"My summer trip to Montreal."
"My Nanny Louisa is almost as interesting
as my Aunt Hetty.
That's why I visit her in Montreal every summer:
to collect stories to tell in my old age.
I love Montreal in the summertime.
The skies are brilliant...
This is the moment we have all been waiting for:
time to read your essays.
Well, I for one look forward to hearing how you
each of you spent your summer vacation.
Please, take out your papers.
Davey.
You'll be first to read your essay to the class.
I'm sorry, sir.
My paper blew away in the wind.
Then you shall be marked down.
Yes, sir.
And you shall stand and read someone
else's paper instead.
But --
Unless you'd rather stand and explain how you
would like me to present this matter to Mrs. Lynde.
No, sir.
That's not a good idea.
I thought you might agree.
Who's paper will you read, then?
Sara Stanley's.
"Summertime in Avonlea" by Sara Stanley.
"When the sun filters down through the leafy...
leaves...
I am happy to go to the pond.
I love the beach, the orchard, and the...
the cliffs...
the craggy cliffs.
It is good to be lazy in Avonlea.
The End."
That's all you wrote, Sara?
I'm sorry sir I know I should have written more.
I'll hand in another essay tomorrow.
I think not.
You've had quite enough time to work on this.
You should have let your paper blow away in the
wind along with Davey's I'm afraid.
Who will read next?
Davey Keith, you owe me!
Davey!
Promise you won't run away.
Promise!
I promise.
Read that title.
Read it yourself.
It says "My Summer Trip to Montreal."
I changed it and you didn't know it.
You didn't know it because you can't read.
That's why you're always getting into trouble,
isn't it?
That's why you can't do your school work.
And that's why you couldn't
read the salt bag.
Davey -- why didn't you just say so?
Davey!
You promised!
Kids will call me a dummy.
No they won't.
Yes they will!
Even my teacher laughed at me.
Who?
I never saw Mr. Pettibone or
Aunt Hetty laugh at you.
The teacher I had before I came here.
Well what about Dora?
Did he laugh at her too?
The teacher liked Dora 'cause she sat still
and never brought worms to school.
I tried to learn, but after a while,
I saw it didn't matter.
Davey, that teacher was wrong.
I assure you it takes a pretty smart boy to
figure out so many different ways to
get out of school work.
Do you want to learn how to read?
It's not too late?
It's never too late if you want to learn.
But do you?
More 'n anything.
Mr. Pettibone?
Good afternoon, Mrs. Dale.
I ah..
Oh thank you
I can't tell you what a help
Izzy's been to me.
I hope you realise what a responsible young
lady you've raised.
That's good to hear.
Yes and she's so pretty, too.
Well I certainly hope she takes after her mother,
more than me.
Yes well, then,
I hope you'll pardon my saying,
you don't mean to keep her in pants her whole life?
You must be joking.
She'd never forgive me if I forced her into a dress.
Oh well forcing her is one thing.
Providing an opportunity is another.
But -- Izzy?
Mr. Pettibone, your little girl is not the
tomboy you think she is.
She's more interested in dresses
than you realise.
A present for me?
How come?
Because it's high time you had this.
I remember my father telling me that
"clothes make the man."
I've since learned that's not really true.
I've known more than my share of well-dressed
gentlemen, who, when the chips were down, proved to
be something less than what their wardrobe
proclaimed them to be.
It's what's inside a man that counts.
I daresay the same is true for a woman,
a little girl.
It's a lovely dress, Izzy, and you're a wonderful
young lady and you always will be, whether you are
wearing overalls or a ball gown.
I wouldn't trade you for a whole
regiment of soldiers.
Thank you, Father.
Clive!
Clive Pettibone.
Good morning, Miss Stacey.
Sara.
This is a surprise.
I thought you'd quit your post as school supervisor.
I did.
Time for a change.
Which is why, if you don't mind,
I'd like to distribute these.
"Grand Opening -- General Store --
M. Stacey, Proprietress."
Bless my stars.
If I'm going to settle back in here,
I might as well make a proper job of it.
Besides, I need a place to invest my pension,
and Avonlea needed a store.
Sounds like a match to me.
Felix.
Distribute these to your classmates.
Ah yes sir.
Say -- isn't that your Izzy over there?
My she does look smashing.
Don't you think so.
Took me awhile to catch on to the fact she was
becoming a young lady, but it's a truism,
teachers don't know everything.
Luckily, it's never too late to learn.
Thanks Clive.
Good luck.
Bye Bye.
Go ahead.
Sound it out.
"F-r-ee Can-dy"
Miss Stacey is giving away
candy at the store!
You see?
It pays to know how to read.
Free candy.
Well done Mr. Keith.
Hey, Izzy.
That dress mean you can't play ball anymore?
Alright Iz.