Christmas at the Applegath's was a busy one, starting from the crack of dawn.
Peg Applegath looked up at the birch tree with luminous, viridian eyes.
The birch, adorned with ribbons of crimson and lemon, was a sight to behold.
Emily! Emily!
Yes, coming!
Will Aunt Elizabeth not be having dinner?
Yes, it seems that Maggie Crane is down with a cold.
Maggie is always down with some ailment or another.
She must be lonely, living all by herself.
My sympathies go out to her.
Is Laura here?
She's in the pantry.
Oh Elizabeth, you're still wearing that bonnet?
I haven't even gone outside yet.
That may be so, but it's terribly out of fashion.
Never mind that. Have you seen that pink lap blanket of ours?
I thought of letting Maggie have it.
I believe it's tucked away in the loft.
I shall go look for it then.
Stubborn as always.
That's just like Aunt Elizabeth.
The lap blanket.
What was that?
Could that be Elizabeth?
Aunt Elizabeth!
She has an awful sprain.
Complete rest for a month is needed.
A month?
With that personality of hers,
she will likely get a fracture if you don't make her rest for at least a month.
Come in.
Umm... Aunt Elizabeth?
Why are you making that face?
You're not the one who's hurt here.
Well, I was wondering if you needed help with anything.
I'm more concerned about New Moon than my injury.
I'm worried that Laura may measure the flour incorrectly
and that people will take advantage of Jimmy's good-nature.
I can't just sit-
You can't get up!
Doctor Burnley says you need complete rest!
Allan Burnley exaggerates everything.
Aunt Elizabeth.
Oh, what is Jimmy-
Aunt Elizabeth, I'd love to have a blue stole.
Dotted with embroidered apple blossoms.
Could you make me one, please?
All right.
I have plenty of time on my hands anyway.
Hurray!
I shall go get the yarn and embroidery threads!
Emily!
That girl... Peg Applegath...
How did Peg Applegath spend her Christmas?
Aunt Elizabeth, you read my story?
I knew a girl who was just like Peg.
So, I got a little curious.
Peg broke a promise to her Aunt Gloria and went skating.
And then...
She received confinement in her room.
Right.
Then she said, "I can't spend an annual event like Christmas locked up like this."
"Aunt Gloria is a tyrant!"
A tyrant?
Emily, you broke your promise.
Aunt Elizabeth, it's just a story.
And it's Peg who said it, not me.
Peg hid herself under the dining table.
While the others were preoccupied opening their presents, she had a feast of her own.
It doesn't seem that Gloria is being sufficiently strict with Peg.
Gloria said, "I've done it to the best of my ability."
The Applegaths seems like a real-life family to me.
I'm curious as to what happens to them.
I shall write a chapter everyday!
And I shall tell you all about it too.
Well, that's only if you don't mind listening.
I mind?
No, I don't really mind.
Do as you please.
Yes, ma'am!
That sounds interesting.
I'd love to hear your stories too.
Really? I shall go ask Aunt Elizabeth then.
Peg thinks the pies baked by Margaret Applegath are the best in the world.
Margaret's alluring smiles had the power to capture the hearts of others.
Margaret is a reference to Laura?
Abraham Applegath likes to sing to himself while doing yard work.
That's just like Jimmy.
I like this Abraham character.
Though I don't think the whiskers suit him.
Abraham needs his whiskers.
I'm not too fond of Cissy's way of speaking though.
She boasts too much.
Reminds you of Ruth, doesn't she?
You're all overreacting.
It's time we remembered that these people have no real existence.
No matter how well written the story may seem.
It truly is well written.
I wish more people could enjoy it.
Thank you, Cousin Jimmy, Aunt Laura.
It's unfortunate I can't make a book out of it.
How about you bind it up like a book and let the people we know read it.
I'm sure they'll be thrilled.
Peg loves this farm.
Peg's own beliefs are supported by a hundred years of Applegath tradition.
Peg once said, "Aunt Gloria, I can't help but write. The words just come to me."
"I cannot stop myself."
Big Jack said, with a loud gesture,
"No, thank you! That is very..."
Very...
What's this word?
Hey, do you mind getting off the road?
Oh, it's Rhoda. You came at just the right time.
What's this word?
Eh? Which word?
"Haughty." What is this?
It's a novel written by Emily.
It's a pretty good read.
Emily Byrd Starr?
She's still writing?
You should take a look.
Let's go.
Okay.
I shall leave it at your door after I'm done.
Peg's friends had their own dreams.
Terry White wanted to become a politician.
Sera Frost was going to be an elocutionist.
Oliver Gillis aimed to be an artist.
They were Peg's best friends.
My inspiration is running through me!
Emily's "Tales of the Windy Hill" was read by the townspeople.
It didn't make it into any magazine,
nor was it acclaimed by any literary critic.
It was just a little story that ran in a little town on a little island.
"The black cat sitting atop the bookshelf sent chills up my spine."
Like jewels, her golden eyes shimmered from a silhouette of black fur.
However, the book certainly put the touching moments and joys of life in the hearts of the readers.
Thank you for coming.
Two or three days rest should see her to recovery.
Missus DeGeer, please take care of my aunt.
You'll be returning to New York tomorrow?
Yes, I need to return to the publishing house. Sorry about that.
Don't worry about it. Angela was always good to me.
That reminds me, Doctor Burnley. I have this book.
Please give this "Tales of the Windy Hill" to your daughter.
Sorry! Did you wait long?
Yes, about thirty minutes.
Forgive me. I shall buy you dinner.
All right! I shall be having a full course meal then.
I got a call and I couldn't leave my client-
Stop! We don't get to meet all that often so spare me the excuses.
Sorry...
Forget that. Look at this!
What's this?
"Tales of the Windy Hill."
It's a novel by Emily.
Emily is writing again?
This looks really good.
That chap needs to read this too.
That chap?
Teddy Kent.
I heard he completed his studies in Paris.
Emily.
I...
If we could be together...
Teddy's no longer here.
Emily, you have mail.
Emily.
Hurry and open it.
I want to know what's inside too.
This is "Tales of the Windy Hill".
Emily, what are all these notes?
Wow, my readers have written their names and thoughts.
Reading your book brought back memories of my childhood.
Flora Stanley of White Cross.
I was given this by a friend of mine.
I was captivated by it and I wanted my other friends to read it.
Henry Johnson of Long Pond.
It looks like this book has been to quite a number of places.
Splendidly written piece of work that is peppered with humour.
Well done.
In Avonlea, Patty King.
The characters in this book seem so real.
I'm curious as to what will happen next.
From Cathy Hagen of Three Pond.
I laughed and cried with Peg.
I really adore this story.
In Charlottetown, Ilse Burnley!
Emily, I knew you could do it.
Perry Miller.
Ilse... Perry...
Emily, you need to thank these people.
Yes, Aunt Elizabeth.
Emily, look at this.
Janet Royal.
This must be a joke! A letter from Miss Royal?
Miss Royal?
She's a journalist from New York.
Dear Miss Starr,
Your book is like a wild rose.
Adorable and lovely, with qualities of strength and tenderness.
Please, come see me in New York.
You need some experience in a big city.
I can promise you that in ten years, publishers will be fighting for the rights to Emily Byrd Starr's works.
Your friend, Janet Royal.
This is amazing. It's like a dream come true.
New York is so far away.
It'll be lonely for us all.
Jimmy.
Elizabeth, what do you think?
I have some reservations.
Emily.
We've taught you all that we can.
The decision is yours to make.
I...
I think Miss Royal is right.
My book is like a wild rose.
But wild roses can't grow in a big city.
To write the way I do, this is the only place for me.
You have no regrets with that decision?
Certainly not!
Thank you.
Teddy Kent receives another award.
The smile on "The Smiling Girl,"
contrary to Mona Lisa's mocking, challenging smile,
is a smile that would make everyone happy.
We would be a bit jealous of the girl who inspired the genius artist.
Emily.
Teddy!
I want to be with you, always.
That which falls and lies on the ground silently...
it becomes eternal.
I want to go to Paris.
And when I return,
I want to do something meaningful for Canada as Teddy Kent.
When that time arrives, Emily...
When that time arrives, Emily,
I hope to be with you, always.
Teddy, I heard you got engaged in Paris.
Emily, do you still remember what we promised each other during our childhood?
I shall write novels here.
And I shall draw here.
In this empty house...
We shall fill this empty house with our dreams.
Em'ly has really grown up.
She's prettier than I had expected her to become.
It's a relief for us all.
Star, what you desired eventually found its way into your hands.
As proof of this holy union, may I ask that you hold each other's right hand?
By the grace of God, may your union last for as long as you both shall live.
Congratulations!
Congratulations, Emily!
Congratulations, Teddy!
Congratulations!
Congratulations, both of you!
Emily, the world is full of love.
Spring will come, no matter where you are.
Father.
Emily, toss the bouquet!
Ilse!
Aunt Elizabeth.
Aunt Elizabeth, thank you for all that you have done.
Thank you for raising me.
I feel blessed to have been Emily of New Moon.
Don't be silly. I was just doing my duty.
Also, you still are Emily of New Moon.
No matter where you go, your home will always be here at New Moon.
Aunt Elizabeth...
Aunt Elizabeth!
I love you, Aunt Elizabeth.
Now and always.
Emily, my dear child.
Then, Mum's books were published all over the world, right?
Was Grandaunt Elizabeth glad?
Yes, Cousin Jimmy and Aunt Laura too.
I love Grandaunt Elizabeth.
She always lets me churn the butter.
And also...
Oh, it's the Wind Woman!
Thank you for watching Emily of New Moon.
My story ends here, but let's have a story about you next.
Find the inspiration within yourself!