For a woman to be writing stories and such is simply shameful!
Even you can't erase the script in my head!
Emily!
Yes, I'm coming!
What were you doing?
It's time for you to help out in the kitchen.
I'm sorry.
You didn't happen to be writing again, did you?
I do not approve of a woman writing stories or poetry.
Even more so for a woman of the Murray family.
Do you understand me?
The woods, a stone's throw away from New Moon, are one of Emily's favourite places.
There, Lofty John lives by himself.
Emily occasionally passes through the woods to play at Lofty John's.
Wind Woman.
You like these woods too, don't you?
John!
Why is Lofty John living here?
This land belongs to the Murrays, doesn't it?
It doesn't.
I hear Grandfather Archibald sold this land to John's father, Mike Sullivan, a long time ago.
Aunt Elizabeth has long wanted to buy back this land, but John isn't selling.
That's what Cousin Jimmy told me.
Aunt Elizabeth isn't too fond of John.
I don't really care who the land belongs to, as long as the beautiful woods are still there.
The brilliant sun rays, thin and slender,
cast shadows, deep and dark, onto the surface of the stream.
As the thickets, by the riverbank, come astir.
I composed this poem, the other day.
You're amazing, Emily.
I don't quite get it, but I really like that line about the thickets by the riverbank.
Thanks.
I'd love to hear any new poems you compose.
Certainly.
If only New Moon was as receptive.
Aunt Elizabeth keeps trying to make me stop writing stories and poetry.
What's wrong?
Oh no!
I forgot... Madam Elizabeth told me to move the firewood.
See you all later!
Did you know?
If you eat nothing but apples, you might just die.
I heard Rhoda and the girls talking about it the other day.
How can you die from eating apples? Silly girls.
Aren't they?
I wonder why John refuses to sell this land.
I'm sure it's because he loves this place.
A place like this...
...is so lovely.
Is that so?
John.
Hello, John.
John, why won't you sell this land to Madam Elizabeth?
This land originally belonged to the Murray family.
It is only right that the Murray family administers it.
Well, no thank you, ma'am!
Jimmy, what are you doing?
Perry, hurry up and finish your work!
Emily, what are you doing?
How did you get into such a state?
How can a woman of the Murray family be seen in that manner?
Hasn't Emily come home yet?
Not yet.
Don't worry.
She'll be home, soon.
I'm home!
I'm back.
Welcome home.
Do you know what time it is? Where were you?
It's so unsightly for a woman of the Murray family to be running around breathless.
Emily, we were worried about you.
I'm sorry.
You were at John's, I see.
Yes, ma'am.
That man irks me to no end.
I wish he would just leave.
Elizabeth.
Those woods originally belonged to the Murray family.
It is only right that the Murray family administers it.
Why did we even have to sell the Northern woods, which are of value to New Moon, to the Sullivans?
I simply cannot comprehend!
Regardless, see that this does not happen again.
If you have time to waste at John's, you'd be better off spending it practising your needlework.
When your mother was your age, she could already make dresses of muslin.
I'm famished, Elizabeth. Shall we have dinner?
Emily, give me hand.
Yes, ma'am.
I see my little guests have been at work.
All right.
That night,
Emily didn't write any letters to her father.
Though she very much wanted to,
she couldn't, as Aunt Elizabeth was sitting in the same room.
Emily.
And where might you be going?
Have a safe trip!
Dear Father,
I finally found the chance to be able to write to you.
Aunt Elizabeth was watching me like a hawk, all night.
Is something wrong?
Turn around, please.
I forgot to take something.
I wonder why Aunt Elizabeth is so against me writing stories and poetry.
She's so hard-headed!
I'm sure she has some narcissistic personality disorder.
She's always so haughty,
and she grumbles about everything I do.
It's like...
It's like she has nowhere else to seek pleasure.
That's right, Aunt Elizabeth has no hobbies.
She doesn't write stories or poetry, nor does she read novels.
It's just tyrannical to make me do the same!
She keeps stopping me from doing what I want,
but I should be free to do what I want to do.
If I really did so, I sure Aunt Elizabeth would-
Emily.
What are you doing?
Writing again, I see.
Let me see that.
No!
This journal is very precious to me!
I have the right to see what you have been writing!
It is my duty to ensure you are raised properly.
Let me see it!
Emily!
Emily?
Elizabeth?
Let's go.
But...
We shall be late for our appointment.
My journal!
My letters to Father!
I can't possibly rewrite them!
The same inspirations won't come to me again!
My feelings...
My irreplaceable memories...
A part of my heart is gone!
Ouch.
What's this?
There is rat poison in these apples. Do not eat.
Poison!
The apples were poisoned!
What shall I do?
I just ate poisoned apples!
I'm going to die!
Am I going to die just like that?
Am I going to die without having become an author?
Calm yourself, Emily.
I'm a woman of the Murray family.
I, Emily Byrd Starr, leave this will behind.
I ate some poisoned apples in John's shed by accident.
The poison will soon overcome me and take my life.
But please, don't blame John.
This was a result of my own carelessness.
He is not at fault.
I bequeath all my belongings to Ilse.
Uh... I leave my textbooks to Perry.
Please give the shiny stone I found at the mugwort fields to Teddy.
I love you all.
Farewell, Saucy Sal.
Please let me wear my favourite lace dress when I am placed into the casket.
And please, no apron.
Also...
Emily wrote down all the things she could think of in her will.
Father, Mother, I shall be coming to join you soon.
I wonder if I can find inspiration up in Heaven.
I shall be free to use the pen.
When I get to Heaven, I shall write plenty about it.
I'm sure it's a lovely place.
I'm almost looking forward to it.
Madam Elizabeth, I'm back!
Emily, Madam Elizabeth is going to yell at you, if you sleep here.
What's this?
I, Emily Byrd Starr...
leave this... will behind?
What's a will?
It's a letter expressing my last wishes.
Expressing?
It means "in writing".
I see!
Last wishes?
Emily, aren't last wishes for dying people?
Yes, I shall be dead soon.
W-What to do?
What to do? What to do?
Emily, what should I do?
I-I know, a doctor! I shall go get Doctor Burnley!
Please pray for me.
Emily!
Please don't die, Emily.
I shall study really hard.
I know! I shall give you half of my favourite doughnut.
No, you can have all of it.
Just, don't die on me!
Emily!
Perry, what's all the commotion about?
Miss Laura, I'm glad you're back!
It's awful! Emily is...!
Emily, what's wrong? Are feeling ill?
Aunt Laura, I'm going to die soon.
Die? What's going on?
What happened, Perry?
I'm not sure.
I had just gotten back after collecting what Madam Elizabeth's asked me to...
when I saw Emily lying here, and her last wishes were on the chair.
It's a will.
Oh, right.
I ate some poisoned apples.
What?
Farewell, Aunt Laura.
Emily, open your eyes! Emily!
Oh, my God! We have to do something!
If we give her some mustard-water, it might help.
Mustard?
We have some in the spice drawer.
I shall go get it!
What's going on? Such a commotion.
I, Emily Byrd Starr, leave this will behind.
Seriously, writing things like these.
Absurd.
I'm going to John's.
And what is this all about?
Kindly explain.
What are you talking about?
Don't play the fool with me. I'm talking about the apples.
Oh, those. The kids must have had a fright.
Emily took it very seriously.
She fell for it? That's rich!
Emily, really thought she was going to die.
She even wrote a will.
What is so amusing about fabricating a lie about poisoned apples?
That's not the behaviour of a mature person.
Of course, I never did think of you as a mature person.
Sell me this land and leave.
If you stay here, you'll be a bad influence on Emily.
This land has belonged to the Murray family for generations.
The Murray-
It now belongs to the Sullivans!
Listen up! This land belongs to the Sullivans! It's mine!
You can't tell me what I can and cannot do on my own property!
Now, get out!
Curses from below!
You just watch out! Elizabeth Murray!
Emily was in deep shock, after realising what a terrible trick Lofty John had played on her.
Feeling betrayed by John, of whom she was rather fond,
Emily has not set foot in those woods, or John's place since then.
It's all right, Saucy Sal.
What?
John is going to cut down the woods?
The beautiful woods will be gone.
Everyone is resigned to the fact, but I shall do something about it!
On the next episode of Emily of New Moon:
My Favourite Woods.
Watch for it!