I'm off to school!
Good morning, Perry!
Good morning, Emily.
Good morning!
Good morning, Ilse.
Good morning, Emily.
Come on, let's hurry!
Emily!
Emily is beginning to get used to life in school.
It's a secret.
Okay.
Tell no one.
Right.
Good morning, Miss Brownell.
Good morning, girls.
Emily Byrd Starr!
You seem full of energy, so early in the morning.
It would be nice if you directed some of it into your studies.
Emily.
Emily!
Emily Byrd Starr!
Yes, ma'am!
Were you listening to me?
No, ma'am...
You're daydreaming in class, again.
Rhoda.
Yes, ma'am!
Please, tell her what I just said.
Yes, ma'am.
We shall be organising a theatre festival for charity, at the end of the month.
A theatre festival?
We're raising funds to buy books for the school.
All the townsfolk will be coming.
It's going to be absolutely grand!
We're going to perform in a play?
Correct. You will decide on your own play, and organise your own rehearsals.
You're good at writing, aren't you, Emily?
Why don't you write a script?
Me? Write a script?
Yes, I'm sure you'll do a fine job.
I'm going to write a script...
All right! I shall do it!
Good, we shall all be looking forward to it.
Very well, then. Let's have you do that.
Do you have a partner?
You can't do it by yourself.
A partner...
Well, I can't let you do it without a partner.
You really should make more friends.
No, I do have a partner. Right, Ilse?
Huh?
Let's do our best!
Eh?
Impossible!
We can't hold a play with only two people.
Is that so?
Rhoda is playing you for the fool.
I bet she conspired with the others to try to embarrass you.
Oh, is that so?
See?
They'll be so glad to see us fail.
Urgh, I can't stand them!
We shall be fine if we don't fail, right?
Emily, have you even seen a play?
Do you know what needs to be done?
I've read about them in books.
I like writing stories, so I'm sure I can come up with something.
Count me out of this.
Eh?
Wait, Ilse!
I shall finish the script by tomorrow.
Won't you make your decision after that?
I'm home!
What should I write about?
I'm home!
Welcome home.
Welcome home, Emily. You're in good spirits, today.
The school is organising a theatre festival.
Ilse and I shall be in a play.
I see.
And I shall be writing the script...
Emily, you still don't understand, do you?
Umm...
Reading those novels and writing stories is deplorable and shameful.
Stop it at once!
I do not mind your participation in the festival, but I shan't have you writing a script.
There should be plenty of other things a member from the Murray family can do.
Things like embroidery or sewing, for example.
But Aunt Elizabeth, I-
Do not contradict me.
Do you understand me?
The thought of it being shameful never even crossed my mind.
Is reading novels really frowned upon so much?
Is writing stories and poetry so unacceptable?
Yellow flowers... Buttercups...
Yellow flowers!
Buttercups!
Always, they greet me warmly.
Whenever I look upon them, they always return their cheerful smiles to me.
On the wetlands, by the roadside, out in the gardens.
Down in the valleys, still, they sway.
Their satin petals are their pride.
Buttercups, they are.
Always.
They are beloved to me!
The excitement is just gushing forth.
This feeling... I have to put it into words.
And then, the Wind Woman smiled back at me.
It felt like she was trying to tell me, "Emily, keep on writing."
I wish I could see the Wind Woman, too.
You will. I'm sure you'll be able to see her.
Say...
Why don't you make that your script?
A story about the Wind Woman.
Somewhere out there, there lives a strong-willed woman with a heart of gold.
Strong-willed? You mean me?
Forgive me. I didn't mean it that way.
I see.
Then, that girl confided her troubles with the Wind Woman.
I understand. I know what you're trying to say.
What are you doing?
All the words are coming to me.
I want to write them all down, before I forget.
Here, you can write on this.
Eh? But...
I don't need it anymore.
It's already stained with pencil markings.
Thanks.
Here, take my pencil.
Thanks.
Emily.
Finish your breakfast, quickly.
Yes, ma'am.
It's really interesting.
Really? I love you, Ilse!
At least, I guess it is.
You guess?
Well, it's the first time I've read a script.
I see. You have a point.
But you know, I really like the green image of this wind spirit.
I think it's just dandy.
I wrote this role with you in mind.
Me?
Yes.
Really? I'm looking forward to it.
Emily, are your preparations going well?
Yes, I've just finished writing the script.
Oh? That's amazing!
Hear that, girls? She finished her script.
I'm sure it's really interesting.
We shall be doing "The Little Mermaid".
Of course, Rhoda will be the lead actress.
We're the mermaids.
You're more like goldfish than mermaids.
Let's all do our best.
Okay.
All right, girls. We shall gather at my place for rehearsal, this afternoon.
We shall be having chocolate caramel from Charlotte Town.
I'd like everyone to come!
Let's all work together, as a class!
Why? Why doesn't anyone understand me?
I'm just a child, lonely and lost.
Cry not!
You are not alone.
I'm the Green Spirit of the Wind.
I'm always...
I'm always... What was that again?
"I'm always watching over you, from up in the sky."
That's right.
I'm always watching over you.
You left out, "from up in the sky."
"I'm always watching over you, from up in the sky."
It's an important line.
Oh, let it be. The meaning is the same, isn't it?
No, it's not!
If you leave out "the sky", the line will have a completely different feel to it.
The line is too long.
But this line can't be left out-
Oh, stop your nagging!
Eh?
I give up! I can't remember the damn lines!
Ilse...
I can't do what you want me to do. I'm going home!
Ilse!
Emily!
Perry.
Why are you sitting here, all alone?
I see.
I can't do this without Ilse.
Is that the script?
Yes.
I heard from Miss Laura,
Madam Elizabeth forbids you to write a script, right?
Yes, it's true.
I need to talk this over with her.
Talk to her? She won't know if you don't tell her.
I don't want to lie. I shall talk to her about it.
Okay, but this school business seems really fun.
You all sure get to do a lot of things.
The Green...
The Green Spirit of the Wind.
It's Ilse's role.
Let's see... If you...
"If you give your love freely, surely you will be loved in return."
This word is "love"?
Love is always out there.
Thank you, Green Spirit of the Wind.
That's great, Perry. Your reading has really improved.
I need to catch up to you, Emily.
Perry, could you help me out?
Eh?
I need you to read the lines in Ilse's place.
It will help you practise reading, too.
Okay, I shall do it.
Right, let's take it from the top.
Why? Why doesn't anyone understand me?
Good morning, Emily.
Good morning.
Look at this.
This is Dad's shirt.
If I alter it a little, it'll be perfect for the Wind Spirit's costume.
Your father's? Won't he get upset?
Not at all. It's old and he was going to throw it out anyway.
We shall trim this part and add some lace.
Emily, you can do needlework, right?
Well, I should be able to manage this much.
Let's do it together.
Right!
That's a costume? It looks more like a rag to me.
Our costumes are far prettier.
That goes without saying.
They were ordered by Rhoda's father, after all.
Dear Father, our rehearsals are going very smoothly.
Everyone, our costumes have arrived from Toronto!
You should all thank Rhoda for them.
Ilse isn't too good at remembering her lines.
But I was surprised at how well she could deliver them.
Perry's reading skills are improving at a great pace.
Well done, Ilse. We only had to repeat it once today.
The three of us have nearly memorised the entire script.
Come on! Hurry up, before you forget your lines again.
We shall rehearse once more tomorrow.
The day after will be the actual day of the play.
Please pray for us that everything will go well, Father.
I'm going out.
Emily, tomorrow is finally the day.
Yes, please come and watch.
Of course. You've worked so hard on it.
Jimmy and Elizabeth will be attending, too.
I'm off.
Be careful.
Elizabeth, you'll be attending too, right?
I shall.
I shall talk to Aunt Elizabeth today. Today is the best day.
About the script?
I'm sure she will understand.
That's right, I'm sure she will.
I'm home.
Emily, I need to talk to you.
Come to the parlour.
Emily, did I not tell you, explicitly, that you are not to indulge in such writings?
Why not? I don't understand!
You still haven't given up?
These stories come to me naturally, and I cannot resist writing them down!
I've memorised all the lines.
Even you can't erase the script in my head, Aunt Elizabeth!
I'd like it if you could attend tomorrow's festival, Aunt Elizabeth.
How is it? Did Aunt Elizabeth come?
No.
Rhoda, can you memorise your lines, with so little time left?
We gathered so many times, but we never managed to rehearse.
That was quick! You memorised them already?
Of course. Such a thing hardly requires any effort.
Where's Elizabeth?
She says that it's enough for the two of us to attend.
My Prince! More than the stars, shining up above-
More than the stars, shining up above...
Come on, Rhoda.
Don't embarrass your mother.
More than the stars, shining up above-
Such a thing hardly requires any effort.
More than the stars, shining up above...
such a thing hardly requires any effort!
Carrie!
It wasn't me! It was Jennie.
No, I was just...
You did it on purpose, didn't you?
Isn't that so, Jennie?
No I didn't. Grace is framing me!
Emily.
Emily! We're starting.
I've had enough! I hate this town!
Why doesn't anyone understand me?
Cry not, for you are not alone.
I'm the Green Spirit of the Wind.
I'm always watching over you, from up in the sky.
Really?
I know your sadness. Sadness which feels like the world is coming to an end.
Come with me!
Emily.
Yes.
We shall ride the wind...
and look over the town from up above.
Those are the Whispering Woods.
How soft and gentle, a lullaby that they sing.
There is the Glittering Lake.
A spectrum of lights is pouring forth from the surface.
And over there!
A Lighthouse!
No, that is your home.
It waits for your return.
That bright light is the light of love!
The light of love?
Incredible! Did Emily write all this?
She sure is talented.
Love is always out there.
Thank you, Green Spirit of the Wind!
I shall always be right next to you.
Thank you!
Very well done, Emily.
You have a really talented student.
Well, I suppose.
Ilse!
Emily and Ilse's play was received most well.
However, gaining acceptance from Aunt Elizabeth may still take some time.
The apples that John left in the barn were poisoned.
And I ate them, too!
Am I going to die?
On the next episode of Emily of New Moon:
The Poisoned Apple Incident.
Watch for it!