It's unfortunate that I cannot stay to see you all graduate.
I'd like you all to listen to your new teacher, and study harder as well.
I have related much about the class to him.
Deep into autumn, the leaves of the trees in New Moon are stained with the colour of gold.
Miss Brownell is getting married and leaving the school.
She's really overjoyed to be able to leave.
It's written all over her face.
Only yesterday, she was still squeaking away like a starving mouse.
The new teacher will be coming soon. I wonder what he'll be like.
I bet he's an even bigger rodent.
Emily Byrd Starr.
I specifically told the new teacher to look out for you.
Thank you, Miss Brownell.
Okay, let us get going.
Goodbye, Miss Brownell!
Goodbye!
Take care!
See ya!
Emily!
On your way to school?
That's right!
The new teacher is coming today, right?
Right!
I'm anticipating what kind of person he'll be!
Teddy!
What kind of teacher do you think he'll be?
Teddy!
What is it?
Don't give me that "what?"
I'm asking you about the new teacher.
Although I don't think he'll be as hard-nosed as Miss Brownell.
Who's that?
I've never seen him before.
You don't think he might be the new teacher, do you?
You're kidding! Look at how shaggy-
Hello, you're all looking well.
Come on outside.
What for?
Oh, pardon me.
I'm Francis Carpenter, and I've been assigned to come here and teach.
I shall be your new teacher.
Sir, shouldn't lessons be conducted in the classroom?
It'll be quite regrettable if you let yourself be held back by routines.
Look outside!
Do you want to have lessons inside the dreary classroom, when the weather outside is so wonderful, Rhoda Stuart?
Would you prefer to hide in the dark, rather than come out into the sun?
Just like a mole does.
A skinny little mole!
All right, hurry out now.
How can he say something like that in front of the class?
Miss Brownell would never do something like this.
Leave the textbooks. Just bring something you like.
Emily Byrd Starr.
The girl with a high forehead.
You must be Emily Byrd Starr.
I hear you write poems of no practical value.
Aren't you quite the poet?
Let me introduce myself again.
I'm Francis Carpenter.
I'd like you all to tell me more about yourselves.
I'm Ilse Bur-
Ilse Burnley.
I know all your names.
What I want to know are the things you like, and the things you're good at.
And what you aspire to become in the future.
Tell me your dreams.
Your dream is like a white road that will guide you forward.
My dreams...
Teddy Kent.
Sir.
You don't have to try and hide it.
This is supposed to be me?
Pardon me.
Why are you apologising?
This is very well drawn.
It's worthy of critique.
Your opinion is captured in this drawing.
Class!
Look at this.
Teddy, the class isn't laughing because they think it's an awful drawing.
They are laughing because they share the same opinion as you do.
What do you think your drawing has conveyed to the class?
Come, stand tall.
Emily, I've never met an adult like him.
And with his shaggy-
Argh! What's the word to describe him?
Outstanding?
Right, he's simply an outstanding teacher!
Dear Father,
our new teacher is one Mister Carpenter.
He wears a thick, full grey beard.
Ilse seems to like this new teacher, so I won't speak ill of him this time.
Even though she called him shaggy.
I wish she would have finished telling me what she found so shaggy about him.
I'm not too fond of him.
He made fun of my poetry without even having read it.
But I like what he said about, "Your dream is like a white road that will guide you forward."
Though, I feel frustrated.
So, how's the new teacher?
Terrible.
Even though you were looking forward to him?
But I'm envious.
He does teach, doesn't he?
Then we should get him to teach you instead.
I don't want anything to do with him.
He said such things about my poetry without even having read it.
Such things? What kind?
I don't want to think about it.
Emily!
See you, Perry.
I wish I could go to school.
Teddy certainly has a talent for art.
Sir, may I open the book?
Certainly, it's my present to you.
Thank you, sir!
I'm sure you'd like for Teddy to study art.
It would be a good idea to send him out to a specialised academy someday.
Out to a specialised academy?
Right. Perhaps in Toronto or Montreal.
Or ideally, Paris.
Teddy!
Please leave!
Mother.
I have never thought of sending Teddy to some faraway school!
I can bear with his drawing.
But I cannot bear having him separated from me!
Mother.
"Your dream is like a white road that will guide you forward."
I see.
Francis Carpenter said that, did he?
Do you know Mister Carpenter, Aunt Elizabeth?
Yes, all the local residents know who he is.
When he was a boy, he was an outstanding student.
He went to the city to answer the townsfolk's hopes for him.
What happened to him after that?
Aunt Elizabeth.
Emily, stop asking.
Be quiet and finish your supper.
But you started the topic.
It bothers me not to be able to hear the end of it.
Speaking rumours of another is not proper conduct for a cultured person.
But...
Emily Byrd Starr!
Oh, it's been raining.
Rain?
On a beautiful day like this?
That's the spirit, Teddy!
The rain has rendered the artillery useless.
Napoleon is flustered.
All right, Ilse will be the Duke of Wellington!
But the Duke is a man!
Don't mind the petty details.
Here are your lines.
Umm... Hold out... a little longer.
Endure! Gneisenau will be here soon.
Magnificent!
Napoleon!
We cannot deploy the cannons!
The battle will have to be extended!
We cannot deploy the cannons!
The battle will have to be extended!
This was the Duke of Wellington's strategy.
He led the English troops to stall for time.
Then, the Prussian Army arrived.
Who will play the role of the Prussian Army's Major-General Gneisenau?
Here! Please allow me to!
Perry?
What are you doing here?
What's with that boy?
He's the Murray's errand-boy.
Umm... Pardon me.
I... got a little carried away.
All right. You're now the Major-General.
Here are your lines.
All right! We shall lead an all-out attack on the...
the... the...
French Army's flank.
French Army's flank!
Troops! Rally to me! Forward, march!
To me, men! Advance!
Well done.
With this, La Grande Armée was completely routed.
And so, Napoleon, who had escaped from Elba, sank into the depths of history.
This battle was known as Waterloo, named after the place where it was fought.
Everyone understand?
When you play out the part of a historical figure, history becomes much easier to remember, don't you all agree?
The key point is to understand how they felt.
This does not just apply to history.
Around all of you, there are many doors, waiting to be opened.
Be brave!
Look to the future, and open what doors may lie ahead.
Spring may be waiting for you beyond those doors.
Spring will come no matter where you go.
It's the same thing my father said.
Emily, won't you show me the poem you wrote?
Emily Byrd Starr.
I don't want to.
Why not?
You said my poems were of no practical use, without even having read them.
I don't want a person like that to read my work.
You aspire to become a writer one day.
Will you still pick and choose your readers, then?
You intend to let only your supporters read your poems?
I'm not a writer yet!
You think your works are still immature, because you are not established as a writer yet.
Which is why you don't want people to read them.
Do you intend to carry on with that mindset?
Emily!
Why?
Ilse and Teddy...
He even treats Perry nicely.
But why does he say such horrible things to me?
Emily.
It's known as the "House of Disappointment".
The "House of Disappointment"?
A young couple used to stay in that house.
A new life in a new house.
They should have been full of hope,
but they left that house and went far away somewhere.
People started to call that house "The Home of the Broken Ones".
That's how I feel right now.
Mister Carpenter came to my house last night.
He lent me a book containing the works of Rembrandt.
But my mother threw it out.
Your mother threw it out?
I guess my mother doesn't want me to be an artist.
But I don't intend to give up.
I shall go to the city one day, to study the arts.
Art is a part of my heart.
That's what you taught me.
I finally completed this.
Don't tell Ilse about it.
I haven't drawn one of Ilse yet.
Teddy.
Do you plan to give up on writing?
Are you going to give up because you encountered a locked door?
I'm not going to give up.
I shall open that door.
No matter what lock is on it.
Good morning.
You certainly can write a lot of nonsensical fiction.
Of the four hundred lines written, only ten are noteworthy.
The rest was just pure nonsense.
You've decided to give up writing, haven't you?
You've decided to give up writing, haven't you, Emily Byrd Starr?
I won't! I can't!
I love writing!
There are times when I cannot help but write!
If so, then any further dissuasion from me is pointless.
Emily, open your door.
No matter how sturdy, no matter how impossible it might seem.
Open it, and look beyond!
Sir, you think my works are full of nonsense don't you?
You weren't listening.
I said there are ten lines that are noteworthy.
If you can compose ten good lines at eleven,
you can probably come up with a hundred when you are twenty.
Listen, Emily.
The road you have chosen is a steep one.
Study your hardest. Put in all your effort.
But even so, it's possible that none of your poems will be published.
Will you still carry on, knowing that?
Yes.
Teddy!
What is it, Emily?
I shall keep on walking forward, no matter what happens.
Don't give up, no matter what happens.
Even if I encounter a locked door, I shall open it.
Spring may be waiting for me beyond that door.
It's beautiful.
I shall write novels here.
And I shall draw here.
That which falls and lays on the ground silently.
It becomes eternal.
It languishes.
As I open the window, the warm spring breeze rushes into the room.
It's the Wind Woman.
Let's place a small table in the yard.
Under that tree.
The shadow of the tree will cast a beautiful motif on the table.
Then, let's place a white table there.
Let's also have a small patch in the yard.
I want to grow strawberries, blueberries and raspberries.
Let's spend our days together, just like that.
Yeah.
Let us build our happiness here one day.
Yeah.
We shall fill this empty house with our dreams.
Emily made a promise, deep in her heart.
She will write a poem that will earn the praise of Mister Carpenter one day.
To write that poem, she will open every door that stands in her way.
We're having a speech contest.
We shall be relating our aspirations to the class.
My aspiration... that is...
On the next episode of Emily of New Moon:
A Contest of Honour.
Watch for it!