Emily.
What are you doing?
There is rat poison in these apples.
Do not eat?
Playing such juvenile tricks on children is not the behaviour of a mature person.
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!
What? John is going to cut down the woods?
John was boasting it loudly over at the smithy.
Before the weekend is over, not a single tree will be left standing.
If those woods are cut down, New Moon will be finished.
Not only New Moon, but his own house, too!
He's merely making a threat. Even a fool like John wouldn't go that far.
Knowing John, he just might cut down the entire woods and leave.
That's true. He might.
John has always been short-tempered and unpredictable.
Winter is approaching soon.
Yardwork is going to get much harder.
Well, what if we asked John not to cut down the woods...
He owns those woods.
If he has decided to do so,
then we can't stop him.
Isn't there anything we can do?
What should I do?
It's my fault that John got angry.
I can't imagine those beautiful woods, gone.
Cousin Jimmy.
Winter will be here soon.
We have to prepare for its arrival.
The North Wind blows strongly in this area.
The wind from the sea is salt laden and is harmful to the flora.
But your garden is very pretty.
Flowers that I don't see anywhere else bloom here.
It's possible because of John's woods.
Those woods act as a barrier against the winds, allowing generations of the Murray family to live here.
So, if those woods are gone...
I won't be able to grow these flowers here, anymore.
Cousin Jimmy.
What can I do to protect those woods?
If I were angered and wanted to cut down the woods...
even if Aunt Elizabeth tried to stop me...
I wouldn't yield!
I'd very much prefer it, especially if it caused her more distress.
I guess that's probably how it would go.
What if Cousin Jimmy and Aunt Laura did the asking?
Please, Emily, won't you reconsider?
It's no use.
Not when I'm in a state of extreme rage.
Emily.
Father!
Emily, I understand how you feel.
But can you really let those beautiful woods be lost, forever?
If Father were to say such things, I would most certainly abandon the idea of cutting down the woods.
But I wonder if there is anyone who could make John do the same.
Emily, I have a solution!
In the next town, there's a man known as Father Cassidy of the White Cross.
Father Cassidy?
Right, Father Cassidy!
He's the only person who can make John listen.
So, if Madam Elizabeth requests him to do something, I'm sure-
It won't work.
Aunt Elizabeth would never do something like that.
She's far too proud.
Perry, could you finish up for me?
Where are you going?
To White Cross.
Father Cassidy is a very important man!
He's frightening and unapproachable!
We don't have any other choice.
I shall try to do all that I can.
Emily!
Wait for me.
I shall protect the woods for sure.
Oh? It's you Perry.
Isn't Emily supposed to be the one peeling the potatoes?
Uh... Well...
She asked me to take over.
So, where's Emily?
Eh? She's somewhere over there, I think.
In the pantry?
I guess not.
This is Emily's.
Emily.
Emily walked all the way here from New Moon, by herself.
I beg your pardon, ma'am.
May I meet with Father Cassidy?
One moment, please.
Father Cassidy is a very important man!
He's frightening and unapproachable!
This way, please.
Please wait in this room.
I like cats, but...
...you're a little scary.
Still, I'd like it if we could be friends.
Now, now.
You shouldn't frighten our guests, Bea.
Is this your cat, sir?
Not at all.
The cat owns me.
Good evening, sir.
Good evening, little fairy.
Your ears are pointed, like those of a fairy.
You've seen a fairy?
Just once, around a hundred years ago.
I can feel the presence of the Wind Woman, but I have never seen a fairy, before.
The Wind Woman?
The Wind Woman loves the forest and the treetops.
Look.
She rustles the leaves like this, and dances in the sun.
The brilliant sunrays, thin and slender,
cast shadows, deep and dark, onto the surface of the stream.
As the thickets, by the riverbank, come astir.
Did you compose that?
It's my latest poem.
"The brilliant sunrays, thin and slender."
That's a lovely phrase.
I composed this, with reference to Lofty John's woods, North of New Moon.
I came here to seek help in protecting those woods.
I'm waiting for Father Cassidy.
If so, then your wait is over, little fairy.
Then, you're Father Cassidy.
That's what Bea calls me.
My name is Emily Byrd Starr.
I came here to ask a favour from you, Father.
Emily related the entire story about John's woods to Father Cassidy.
Please help me, Father!
I hope you can convince John not to cut down the woods.
Well, it's true John and I are on relatively good terms.
He just might listen to me if I spoke to him in person.
So, you'll help me?
But as much as possible, I wouldn't like to sound like I'm commanding him.
Those woods...
those woods are truly beautiful.
The warmth of the sun that permeates the woods...
the birds that chirp their lovely songs...
the rustling of the trees as they speak to one another.
It's just unbearable to think that they're going to be cut down!
Father, I beg of you!
I think I might be able to do something.
I think I can stop John, even without going so far as to command him.
I shall speak to him, but not as his priest. As his personal friend.
I'm sure he will understand.
Thank you, Father!
Are you sure you don't want a ride home?
It's all right, Father.
Thank you for your help.
The brilliant sunrays, thin and slender,
cast shadows, deep and dark,
onto the surface of the stream.
As the thickets, by the riverbank, come astir.
Keep on writing.
I'm sure you have much more interesting things to write about.
So, keep on writing.
Thank you, Father!
Goodbye!
Don't worry.
Father Cassidy promised to help.
I'm sure the woods will be safe.
They're here, at last.
Father Cassidy.
These woods are lovely, aren't they?
Bye.
Goodbye.
Bye!
See you tomorrow.
Yeah, see ya!
Miss Emily of New Moon.
Would you like a lift?
Yes, please.
I've heard from Father Cassidy.
From Father Cassidy?
Yeah.
These woods are lovely, aren't they?
John.
Do you really want to have them all cut down?
I really hope you won't cut down those woods.
I'm not going to.
Really?
I was thinking of giving up the idea if you had come and asked.
John.
Emily, won't you ask me for that favour?
Not to cut down the woods.
Of course!
Please, Lofty John,
won't you leave my favourite woods the way they are?
With pleasure, m'lady.
Thank you!
That's not all.
Firstly, you have to come over and play from time to time.
Secondly, I want you to keep enjoying my apples.
Of course, they won't be poisoned.
Sure.
As proof of our reconciliation, I give you this doll.
Really? Thanks, John!
You're welcome.
I'm home!
Listen to this!
John's woods!
Those woods are-
What's with all the commotion?
Aunt Elizabeth, Lofty John promised me.
He's not going to cut down the woods!
Everything is all right, now!
The woods will stay, as always!
Oh, my goodness, Emily!
Is that true? I'm so glad.
I'm sorry.
Emily, what has happened?
I went to White Cross to see Father Cassidy, and to ask him to stop John from cutting down the woods.
He spoke to John about it, and John made me a promise.
Inconceivable.
Thank you, Emily.
I'm sure the flowers in my garden will be overjoyed to hear this.
Not just the flowers, but us, as well.
Cousin Jimmy. Aunt Laura.
Emily.
I must thank you for solving this matter.
Whatever methods you employed, you have saved those very precious woods.
Aunt Elizabeth...
I won't repeat the same thing twice.
Emily.
Cousin Jimmy!
Emily.
I've been waiting for you.
Here you go.
Cousin Jimmy, what is this?
A token of gratitude from the flowers.
Cousin Jimmy...
Thank you!
Dear Father,
Cousin Jimmy bought me a new journal.
With this, I can carry on writing.
I have so many things I want to tell you.
To begin with...
let's start with John's woods.
This is the room my mother used to stay in.
But Aunt Elizabeth refuses to let me have the key to it.
It almost seems as if there's some hidden secret.
On the next episode of Emily of New Moon:
Mother's Room.
Watch for it!