New Moon has just finished preparing for the coming winter.
Dear Father,
Cousin Jimmy has been giving names to the flowers in the garden.
The rose is "The Queen".
The violets are "The Blue People".
The lily is "Missus Snow".
The tulip is "The Merry One".
The narcissus is named "The Golden Flower".
When spring comes, this plot will be filled with "Blue People".
This is what I like about Cousin Jimmy.
I'm sure you'd like him too, Father.
Cousin Jimmy is a poet, too.
The clouds are all lined-up.
It's as if they were all travelling somewhere.
Yes, they really are.
The clouds gather, taking shape and formation.
Beyond the opened West Gate of the Heavens,
fairies with starlit eyes await them.
That's right!
I want you to have Charlottetown's Enterprise newspaper.
I'm done reading it.
There's a monthly corner for the readers to submit their poems.
They choose the best poem sent in and publish it.
I can get my poems printed?
This is fantastic!
If you don't get to work quickly, you'll miss the deadline.
My poems will be in print!
A piece for submission.
I have to compose a new poem.
The cat's whiskers-
That doesn't sound right.
Cousin Jimmy!
Hey there, Emily!
Hello, Mister Jimmy!
You're digging up the potatoes?
Let me help, too.
Me, too!
Okay, please take care of that area.
Okay.
Let me try.
Ouch.
Some soil got in my mouth.
Oh, Ilse.
Now you've done it!
Why you!
Stop it!
Take that! Take that!
More soil got in my mouth again.
How awful.
Take that!
Stop right there, Emily!
Not going to.
Take that!
You two! Stop playing and help out!
Here, Teddy will help too.
Reader's submission?
That's right.
The Enterprise newspaper has this corner that publishes such things once a month.
If my poem is chosen, it will be put into print and appear in the paper.
I'm going to try it one day.
One day?
Why not now?
I can't think of any good poems.
It'll be my first poem in print.
It absolutely has to be my best!
It will commemorate a special occasion after all.
I'm sure you can do it, Emily.
You will compose a wonderful poem.
Thank you, Teddy.
I think you'll be able to manage too, Emily.
Thanks, Perry.
I don't really get it, but I have faith in you.
What's with you, Ilse?
Good grief! What a huge cauldron!
I've never seen a cauldron as huge as this.
It looks like you could stuff a cow into it.
This is used for stewing cows?
Eh? That's ridiculous!
It's used for cooking potatoes.
What are you going to do with so many cooked potatoes?
New Moon can't finish all of this.
I'm going to feed this to the pigs.
When the water starts to boil, I shall mix some bran into it.
Bran?
It's the husk that's left by milled wheat.
I-I know that!
The black iron cauldron that rises up from the seething flames...
No, that's just no good.
What a lovely smell.
All right. They should be done.
This is for helping out.
Watch out. They're hot.
Thanks, Mister Jimmy.
What on Earth are you doing, Perry?
It'll taste better if you sprinkle some salt on it.
It's delicious!
Cousin Jimmy's salt is magical.
"The Bashful Bride".
Look at how she's covered by a white veil.
My inspiration has come!
Along the snow the sunbeams glide.
Earth is a peerless, gleaming bride.
Dripping with diamonds, clad in trailing white.
No bride was ever half so fair and bright.
This is a great poem.
This might be my best poem yet!
I'm sure this will earn praise from Mister Carpenter!
That's right! I should submit this to the newspaper.
I should!
I shall not be embarrassed if this is to be my first published poem.
But how should I go about submitting it?
Let me see... Here we go.
Readers who wish to submit their works to our newspaper may do so by post.
So I just need to send out it out by mail.
I shall need the following...
Wrapping paper?
Here you go.
Thank you, Aunt Laura.
What do you need it for?
All done!
Now, all I have to do is to mail it out.
But...
Emily has never mailed out any real letters before.
Cousin Jimmy.
Hey there, Emily.
If you're busy, I can come back later.
It's okay. What do you need?
Cousin Jimmy, there's something I'd like your advice on.
How do I go about sending a letter?
Did Elizabeth ask you to?
No, I'm submitting my poem to the Enterprise newspaper.
This is the post office.
Go purchase a stamp from the service window.
Thank you, Cousin Jimmy,
but I shall pay for the charges myself.
I've been saving up the allowance I got from selling eggs, so I shall be fine.
Excuse me, I'd like a stamp.
I want to mail this letter.
That will be one penny.
If you please, sir!
Cousin Jimmy, when will the next submitted poem be published.
Let's see... I think it's a fortnight from now.
Cousin Jimmy, the poem corner will be published next week.
That's right.
I wish it would come sooner.
I'm looking forward to it too, Emily.
Cousin Jimmy! Cousin Jimmy!
At last! Tomorrow is the day!
Oh, whatever shall I do?
My name is going to be in print, on a newspaper!
My heart is pounding!
My name will be in this paper tomorrow.
Can you imagine?
I can't.
What kind of a feeling will it be?
I'm sure it's intense joy.
Just like when I'm eating an apple pie.
No, I'm sure it will be much more intense.
Then, I shall be filled with pride.
My name is on this paper!
I wonder what Aunt Elizabeth is going to say if she sees it.
Aunt Elizabeth, I've become a little poet.
That's right.
I need to think of how to sign my name.
Which one is better?
This is a very important point.
Emily!
Yes, I'm coming!
Ah, Emily.
What are you making?
Christmas pudding.
But Christmas is still some time away.
The family makes the pudding at this time every year.
It'll take at least six weeks for the taste to develop and mature.
That is the way of the Murray's.
Come, Emily.
Every member of the household stirs the pudding while making a wish.
We shall start with you, Emily.
A wish? Do I have to say it out loud?
It doesn't matter either way.
I'm done!
Jimmy.
I hope for a safe winter.
And also, for a good event to befall Emily tomorrow.
That's enough.
Now, let's boil the pudding.
And finally, the day came when The Enterprise newspaper would publish the submitted poem.
Cousin Jimmy, I need to ask for a favour.
You want me to buy the newspaper, right?
Thank you.
I'm off to school.
My name will be in today's edition of The Enterprise.
That's amazing, Emily.
Congratulations.
I'm going to buy a copy.
You should hurry.
With my poem in it, it'll be sold out really fast.
What's going to be sold out?
The Enterprise newspaper from Charlottetown.
I submitted a poem.
It's published in today's paper.
It's good to have all sorts of experiences.
Yes, sir!
One copy of The Enterprise, please.
I'm home!
Cousin Jimmy, did you get the paper?
I'm sorry, Emily.
I was too busy today and didn't have the time to go out and buy it.
It's all right.
I shall go buy it, myself.
Today's edition of The Enterprise is sold out.
Is that so?
It doesn't usually sell out.
There must be some really interesting article in today's paper.
It's must be my poem!
No, it's nothing. Thank you!
This is amazing.
The paper got sold out because my poem was published in it.
If they knew, The Enterprise might ask me to write poems on a weekly basis.
Can I manage that many?
Emily!
Rhoda!
I have today's edition of The Enterprise.
I went all the way to Charlottetown to get one.
Your name isn't anywhere in it, Emily.
You're telling fibs.
It's not here!
Give that back.
I shall see you in school, tomorrow.
Emily.
Welcome back. You must be freezing.
Cousin Jimmy...
What should I tell him?
He was so looking forward to my poem being published.
Cousin Jimmy...
Umm...
The Enterprise!
There are so many of them.
Emily, this is...
You knew my poem didn't get published!
You knew and you kept it from me!
You wanted to embarrass me!
I didn't, Emily.
You're happy to see me like this, aren't you?
Seeing me coming back disappointed!
Like I deserve it!
That's what you think, isn't it?
I hate you, Cousin Jimmy!
You're awful!
You're awful, Cousin Jimmy!
Emily.
Teddy.
What are you doing up there?
Emily.
Emily, how's Mister Jimmy doing?
I just heard from Mother.
She saw Mister Jimmy looking out-of-sorts while she was out delivering her dresses.
He came out of the general store, looking pale.
"What should I do?" he said and repeated, while he paced around, outside the store.
Cousin Jimmy did that?
What happened, Emily?
No, it's nothing.
Cousin Jimmy is doing fine.
That's good to hear.
I have to go.
I shall see you tomorrow.
Okay, see you tomorrow.
Cousin Jimmy was pacing around outside the general store...
Did Cousin Jimmy buy all those newspapers for my sake?
Did he hide them all so that I wouldn't have to see them?
If so, then I-
That is...
He was working on this.
Along the snow the sunbeams glide.
Earth is a peerless, gleaming bride.
Dripping with diamonds,
clad in trailing white.
No bride was ever half so fair and bright.
Cousin Jimmy, why did you carve out my poem?
I carved it out because I wanted to place it here.
I wanted to place the one poem in the world, that is deeply imprinted my heart, here.
Cousin Jimmy!
I'm so sorry!
I'm sorry for all the awful things I said, Cousin Jimmy!
I'm sorry too, Emily.
Thank you, Cousin Jimmy.
I love you.
It didn't get published?
How could they pass up on your poem?
I'm going to chew those Enterprise people to pieces!
Thanks, everyone.
But I'm all right.
I'm feeling really happy, right now.
Emily just doesn't know when to quit.
I'm sure you must have found something far more important.
Teddy.
Father, my first submission didn't get published.
But I'm feeling really blessed right now.
It's a truly wonderful feeling to know my poem is deeply imprinted in someone's heart.
As Mister Carpenter said to me:
It's possible that none of my poems will be published.
Even so, I shall keep on writing.
I want to!
Stories that will stay in the reader's heart...
Those are the stories I want to write.
It's a Christmas very much worth looking forward to.
Even so, I can't attend the party.
On the next episode of Emily of New Moon:
Christmas at the Murray's.
Watch for it!