(light music)
- I can't wait to see Aunt Abigail and Malcolm.
Imagine, a honeymoon in Boston, isn't that so romantic?
- Dreadful distance, if you ask me.
I don't see why they couldn't have
stayed at the White Sands.
- And none of it would've happened without us, Felicity.
Malcolm MacEwan would still be in the Yukon.
And Aunt Abigail would still be an old maid.
There are worse things to be, Felicity King.
In any case, you children have no business
poking your noses into adult affairs.
- We were not poking our noses, Aunt Hetty.
We were simply making sure that Cupid's arrow
made its mark.
- (playful music)
- What a hat, hmph.
Who does she think she is, Queen of England?
- Aunt Hetty, I thought we were
going into the General Store.
- Well, Rachel Lynde's in there.
I'll do my business in the Post Office first.
I can't abide that woman, never could.
Now, you two, don't outstay your welcome
with Malcolm and Abigail.
Be back here in one hour, no longer.
I'll need you to help me carry these supplies.
- We promise.
- Mmhmm.
- Two love birds wouldn't want to be disturbed
for long anyhow.
- Race ya!
(chipper music)
- Malcolm.
- Abby, where are you?
- I'm in here, Mr. Malcolm MacEwan.
- See something, I have something to show you.
- You have been to the Simpson Auction, haven't you?
- Well, I did have a wee look.
But it's a good thing I did.
- Malcolm, how could you go to another auction?
- You don't need another thing!
You must have bought every knick-knack,
bric-a-brac in the city of Boston!
There isn't a square inch of space left in my little house!
- I beg your pardon, Mrs. MacEwan.
Our little house!
(sighing)
- It's a beauty, isn't it, Abby?
Don't you think?
- We don't need a cradle, Malcolm.
- Not just at this very moment,
but you never know, do you?
- Malcolm, we discussed this!
I told you how I felt.
(light music)
- I don't want to hear any more of that nonsense
about being too old to have a baby.
Look at yourself, too old indeed.
You looked like a girl at 20 the day I married you.
- And I've grown a few gray hairs learning to live
with the likes of you, Malcolm MacEwan.
And it is not nonsense, it is plain fact!
Oh please, Malcolm, let's not discuss it anymore.
I could never in all of my life see myself having a baby!
I'm past that!
Besides, I don't think I'm the mothering kind.
- You didn't think you were the marrying kind either.
- Well, maybe I'm not!
Maybe we shouldn't have gotten married in the first place!
I don't seem to be making you very happy!
- That's not true, I am happy!
I love you!
- You won't be happy until we have a child!
Look at you going around the auction,
buying cradles, bringing the subject up every waking moment.
Malcolm please, I can't!
I don't wanna discuss it any more.
- Alright, we won't.
- Take the cradle out and put it in the shed.
- Alright, I'm sorry.
(somber music)
I don't mean to upset you.
- It's all right.
- It doesn't seem to take much these days.
(screams)
(somber music)
(cash register ringing)
- You don't mind me setting for a spell, I hope Elvira?
It's dreadful quiet at home.
- Not at all, Rachel.
I'm getting quite used to these little visits.
- When's Marilla due back, Rachel?
- Oh, Anne won't let her go for a few weeks yet,
I dare say, Mrs. Potts.
The new baby's jaundiced.
It was obvious from her letter that Marilla is exhausted.
- She should know better than to look after
a baby at her age.
I hope I can finish this sweater in time
to send it with one of your letters, Rachel.
- Well, there's no rush, Mrs. Potts.
I won't be sending one til next week.
Not enough news to fill many letters.
- It says here that another octogenarian
has just died.
What is an octogenarian?
- Whatever they are, they must be awfully sickly creatures,
for you never hear tell of them but they're dead.
- Good Lord, it's Hetty King!
Don't let on that I'm here.
- Afternoon, Hetty, what can I do for you?
- I have a list as long as my arm, Ed Lawson.
Sara has suddenly developed an appetite.
She's eating me out of house and home of late.
- Hetty King is so tight, the poor child
probably doesn't get half of what she needs to grow on.
- Oh, those are nice.
- Oh nice, very nice.
- These today's?
Fresh this morning.
(horse trotting)
- I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. uh...
- Theodore Simpkin, Barrister and solicitor.
Oh, what a pleasure to see you again, Miss King.
- Sorry I can't say the same, Mr. Simpkin.
Excuse me.
- If you don't mind, I'll wait on Miss King here
and I'll get back to you.
- Mr. Lawson, I am here on important business.
I represent the estate of the late Robert and Jane Morris.
I believe the deceased had an outstanding account
with your establishment.
- You don't mean Jane Morris,
the school teacher from Markdale's dead?
- Why, I can hardly believe it.
- But how?
When did this happen?
- Last week.
They passed on within a day of each other.
Scarlet fever, so I'm told.
- Oh, how dreadful.
Well, wasn't there a baby?
- Yes, yes, there was.
Three months old, Robert Morris Junior.
Now, according to my calculations,
they owed you $54.26, Mr Lawson.
- $54.26?!
- Really, Edward!
- Well, I don't usually let it run that high,
but they seemed such a nice young couple.
- At great trouble to myself, I have a good portion
of the contents of their house outside.
Now, I'm sure that their collective value will be
more than enough to pay off their debt.
- But, what is being done about the baby, Mr. Simpkin?
- What baby?
- The baby, well, it's in a neighbor's charge at present,
but I am taking it to the orphanage on my return
to Charlottetown tomorrow.
- Orphange?
- Oh, the poor thing.
- Let me tell you, Mr. Simpkin.
Jane Morris was put under my supervision
as a student teacher when she first arrived
on this island four years ago, and we became very close.
I know for a fact she would never want her baby
put in the hands of the likes of you or any orphanage.
- I will find someone to take care of that baby.
- You will find someone to take care of it?!
No relative of mine is going to be looked after by you,
Hetty King, that child is my flesh and blood!
- What?!
- That certainly is news to me, Rachel.
- Isn't it just like you, Rachel Lynde, skulking around
like a fox near a hen house.
- Robert Morris was my late husband,
Thomas', cousin's nephew.
- Oh my, well, that certainly is a close family connection,
I must say.
- In that case, Mrs.--
- Lynde, Mrs. Rachel Lynde.
- You had no interest in that baby
when the Morrises were alive.
So, why should you have any say what happens to it now?
- Finding a home for that baby is my duty
and I will not shirk it.
I wouldn't want poor Thomas to think
I'd let down his relations.
- And your poor Thomas is beyond caring now.
That baby needs a home.
Look no further.
It's my duty; I shall take it.
- I'm afraid in the eyes of the law,
it's not that simple, ladies.
- Aunt Hetty, you can't mean that.
- Don't interrupt in grown-up affairs.
Go on outside.
- Over my dead body.
I'll keep it myself before I let you have it, Hetty King.
- Aha, you're just plain jealous,
that's what you are, Rachel Lynde.
- Jealous, of you?
For what possible reason?
- You've always had insatiable desire
to have what is mine.
- I don't know what you're talking about, Hetty.
- Oh, yes you do, Rachel Lynde.
You stole Romney Penhallow's heart away from me
in grade seven simply because
you couldn't stand the idea that I had something
that you couldn't have.
- My goodness, ladies, let's not drag
that old chestnut out again.
- Jane Morris is certainly more my friend
than your relative, that's for sure,
and I won't have you stealing her baby away from me.
No, this time, you can't have what is rightfully mine.
- Rightfully yours?
- Rachel, Hetty, let's all just sit down
and have a nice cup of tea.
- You just stay out of this, Elvira.
- [Mrs. Lawson] Oh!
- Ladies, please!
- If you think you can get away with this, Rachel Lynde,
you are mighty mistaken.
Felicity, Sara, outside, wait!
- I'd like to see you stop me, Hetty King!
- Sara, Aunt Hetty will see you!
- There is no dispute to settle, Mr. Simpkin.
This woman is far too old to even consider raising a child.
- Too old?!
How dare you!
Hetty King, you don't know two pins about raising children.
- I am a teacher, Rachel.
- "Them that can, have, and them that can't, teach."
- I'd be a better mother to that child
than you would, Rachel Lynde.
- [Mr. Simpkin] If I may just interject here.
- Oh, be quiet, you young windbag.
- What was that?
- Aunt Hetty calling the lawyer a windbag.
- No.
(baby crying)
That.
(baby crying) Listen, do you hear it?
- Yes, it, it sounds like--
It came from inside here.
- It's a baby!
It's a real baby!
- Of course it's a baby.
- No, Felicity, don't you see?
It's the baby, the one that they've all been fighting about.
It has to be.
- Poor thing.
Imagine what its future holds living with Rachel Lynde.
- Or an orphanage.
We've got to take it.
- Take it?!
- Shh!
- What are you talking about?
- They're not fit to look after a baby.
Come on, take a handle.
- Sara.
- Come on, hurry!
(light music)
- Ladies.
- As I live and breathe,
you have the nerve of a canal horse.
- At least I don't have its figure.
- Ladies, what in Heaven's name is going on?!
(playful music)
- Are you sure, Sara?
You heard Aunt Abigail.
- She only said she didn't want to have a baby.
This one's already here.
He's so beautiful.
How could she say no?
- Maybe you're right.
Besides, Mother's always said that Abigail
never knows what she wants until it's staring her
right in the face.
- How could anyone not love him?
He's so beautiful.
You know, I've never actually held a baby before.
- Little hands, tiny fingernails.
Everything's so perfect.
(baby whimpering)
- Except he's starving, poor thing.
We're got to get him some milk.
- We need some supplies.
Some blankets, some nappies.
- I can get them.
- How?
- I'll sneak them.
Mother will never notice that they're gone.
They've been up in the attic for years.
- Felicity, you amaze me. (baby crying)
I never thought you had it in you.
- Mrs. Lynde, I shall look into your claim
on the Morris baby.
If all is well, I can draw up the appropriate papers
and deliver the child to you tomorrow.
- That soon?!
(horses trotting)
- You're gonna have a baby to take care of.
- Mr. Simpkin?
- Yes, Miss Purdy?
- Mom wants to know if you already took
the Morris baby to the orphanage.
- Of course not.
I left her in charge.
I certainly did not take the blasted baby anywhere.
- Well, somebody did, 'cause the basket's gone all right.
(light mysterious music)
- Now, there was a basket of blankets here, I saw it.
- Weren't just blankets.
The baby was in there, too.
- Mr. Simpkins, if any harm has come to that baby,
I will personally see that you never practice law
on this island again.
(somber music)
- It's only me.
- I almost had him asleep.
Isn't he beautiful?
- I brought some nappies and some blankets,
and I got the milk.
Here, give him to me.
(baby grunting)
- Shh.
Are you sure we did the right thing, Sara?
Maybe we should take him back to that lawyer.
- Are you dreaming, Felicity King?
He'd probably just give him right back to Rachel Lynde.
Can you imagine the poor little thing?
It would be a fate worse than death.
- Well, I hope you have a plan.
We can't just go up to the door and say,
"Hi Malcolm, here's a baby for you."
- Well, maybe if you brought Abigail and Malcolm
down to the pond and I waited there,
and I put him in his basket
and I floated him over to you,
it would be just like Moses and the Bulrushes.
- Don't be ridiculous, Sara.
He might drown!
We have to do something tonight
and we have to do it soon.
It's too cold to leave him here.
- Why don't we just leave him on their doorstep?
- Under the cover of darkness.
- With a note.
- I think I'll take a little air.
Care to come for a stroll?
- Uh, on thank you.
(somber music)
- Malcolm?
Maybe I will come with you.
- Good, don't forget your wrap.
There's a chill in the air tonight.
- It's in the kitchen.
(mysterious music)
(baby crying)
- What was that?
(baby crying) (somber music)
Hey now, anyone out there, come forward.
- Malcolm, what, it's a baby!
- Yes, it's a baby.
- How did it--?
Malcolm, Malcolm?
Did you have anything to do with this?
- Abby, I swear, I have no idea where it came from!
- Well, what are we going to do?
(baby crying loudly)
- Well, we better take it out of the basket for a start.
Doesn't seem to be very happy in there.
(baby crying)
What was that?
Here.
Hold the baby, Abigail!
- No, Malcolm, babies don't like me!
(babies crying)
- "I'm an orphaned baby boy.
"I'm bound for a fate worse than death in an orphanage,
"or even worse, a home without love.
"I know you can take good care of me.
"Please keep me."
What do you make of that?
- Malcolm, don't get all sentimental about this.
This baby has to belong to someone.
He did not drop out of the night sky.
We have to report it!
- Well, it's too late to do anything about it tonight.
(baby crying)
- Would you please hold the baby?
I'm afraid I'm gonna drop it!
- Give the wee thing to me.
There.
(baby crying loudly)
Oh, he's a handsome fellow.
You can't deny that, Abby.
- Sara, I'm scared.
- About what?
- Well, what if we get arrested for taking the baby?
- We won't.
Once they find out that the baby is perfectly happy
with Malcolm and Abigail, everything will be forgiven.
- I hope so.
- Don't worry.
They're probably happier tonight than they have been
in their entire lives.
- Good night.
(baby crying)
- Malcolm, where are you?
You promised to help me.
- Abby, what is it?
Fate must have led me to that auction, don't you think?
- Malcolm MacEwan, you would try the patience of a saint.
If I didn't know you to be an honest man,
I would still think you have a hand in this.
(baby continues crying)
There. Ohh!
I've never felt so helpless in all my life.
Do you think that maybe he's hungry?
- No, he can't be.
He won't eat.
I tried him on the porridge.
- Porridge?!
Well no wonder the little thing is crying.
- Here, give him to me.
You're probably holding him too tight.
- I am not hold him too tight.
He's just fine.
(baby crying)
Do you think that he's sick?
See how hot his little hands and feet are?
- Well, of course he's hot.
He's been lying by the fire.
- No, no, Malcolm, look, he's flushed.
- Don't fuss so, Abby.
He's flushed because he's been crying.
And he's crying because he's soaking wet.
Bring one of those nappies.
- Malcolm, I've never changed a baby in my life.
(baby continues crying)
(somber music) (baby continues crying)
- I just got to sleep, ohh.
(baby whimpering) Shh.
Were you lonely?
(light music)
(baby crying) (sighs)
- Here, let me take him.
- What am I supposed to do?
I haven't had a wink of sleep.
I don't know what to do.
He was fine a minute ago.
How does he know the minute that I leave him?
- Well, it's just like a puppy I had up north.
Took it away from his mother too soon.
He cried all night for the first three weeks.
All right, you go back to bed.
I'll hold him.
(baby whimpering) (light music)
- What are you doing, Malcolm MacEwan?
- Panning for gold, he seems to like it.
- Malcolm?
Malcolm?
(baby whimpering)
- Isn't that a lovely sound?
(knocking)
- Hello, Felicity.
Hello, Sara.
Come in.
- Hello, Aunt Abigail.
We just couldn't wait to visit you
and find out how your trip was.
- My trip, uh, it was fine.
Yes, the trip was fine, thank you.
(baby whimpering)
- What was that?
(baby crying) - A baby, Sara.
- A baby?
- All I know is that we have to find out who left him here.
It's dreadful not knowing.
I don't think I'm able to provide the proper care for him.
Someone like your mother, Felicity, might be able to.
- Oh now, Abby, you're doing just fine.
- Well, they always say that the first night with
any new baby is always the worst.
- It's horrible!
There wasn't a moment I wasn't in fear for his life!
I keep telling you, Malcolm, we have to report this
to Abner Jeffries.
He might know something we don't.
- It'll be a cold day on the equator when
Abner Jeffries knows something that I don't.
- Maybe if you just gave it one more night.
- Malcolm, please.
- I suppose we have to try and find out where he came from.
Girls, I'll drop you off on the way.
Here you go, Lucky.
- What did you call him?
- Oh, Lucky.
You remember that pup I told you about
at the mining camp?
We called it Lucky.
- Don't you dare call this baby by a dog's name.
(light music)
(crickets chirping)
- Hetty, you didn't touch your food at dinner.
Now, come and have a cup of tea and a biscuit with me.
- I have no appetite, Olivia.
- You're not still fretting about Rachel Lynde, are you?
- I'm more concerned about Jane Morris' baby than I am
about Rachel Lynde.
- Sorry.
- [Hetty] They haven't found it yet, you know?
- [Olivia] You don't support someone could have just
taken him, do you?
- [Hetty] Heaven knows what kind of a person would
take a baby and not tell anyone about it.
If that is the case, the scoundrel ought to be
thrown into jail for the rest of his natural born days.
- [Olivia] You're right.
It must be some mistake.
No one could be that thoughtless and cruel.
- Aunt Hetty?
- Oh, good Heavens, child, you startled me.
What are you doing wandering around
in the middle of the night?
- Sara, you'll catch your death.
- I couldn't sleep.
I was thinking about that poor little baby.
- So were we.
- Aunt Hetty?
What if someone took the baby
because they knew of someone that
didn't really know it themselves,
but they would make wonderful parents?
Would that be a good reason to do something
that seems so wrong to everyone else?
- What are you trying to say, child?
- Well, if the person who took the baby
gave it to these people who really, really loved it,
and everything was fine in the end,
would this person still be in real trouble?
- Do I happen to know this person, Sara?
Sara Stanley, tell me,
you don't know anything about this, do you?
- We thought the baby should have a mother and father
who really wanted it, really loved it.
We didn't want Rachel Lynde to have the baby.
- Oh, Sara, what have you done?
- Who is we?
- Felicity and I.
- Oh, my good Lord.
I should have known.
- We didn't really think that you should have
the baby either, Aunt Hetty.
- I beg your pardon?
- Aunt Hetty, I'm sorry if you're angry with me.
But you just wanted the baby because you didn't want
Rachel Lynde to have it.
Now, Malcolm and Abigail, they really needed a baby.
That's why we gave it to them.
- You gave the Morris baby to Malcolm and Abigail?
- Well, they don't exactly know who gave it to them.
- But Sara, someone has to be told!
- Malcolm already did.
He told Abner Jeffries this afternoon.
So everything is spoiled.
- You'll be the death of me, Sara Stanley.
In the morning, I want the whole story from the beginning.
Now, go to bed this instant.
- Good night, Aunt Olivia.
Good night, Aunt Hetty.
I think I can sleep now that I've bared my soul.
- Hmm, sleep of the just.
- Well, at least the baby's safe, Hetty.
- Well, not if Rachel Lynde gets him.
(somber music)
- Look, Malcolm, he's nearly finished his milk.
(light music)
He had a much better night last night.
Didn't you?
Yes, you did.
Oh look, he smiled at me.
He really did!
(knocking)
(light music)
You're such a big boy to drink all that milk.
Yes, you are. - Morning, Malcolm.
- Rachel Lynde is, in fact, the infant's next of kin.
And she has led me to believe that she will
provide a home for him.
- Rachel Lynde?
- Now, Abigail, I know how you must feel,
but by law, the wee thing is rightfully hers.
(somber music)
(baby whimpering)
- Hello, youngster.
Oh yes, you're a noisy wee thing.
- Here's his basket.
(baby crying)
- Good day.
I am sorry for the inconvenience.
- Thanks very much for alerting us.
It took Simpkin a while to sort out the question of custody.
- Tell Rachel Lynde that the baby likes his milk lukewarm,
not hot and not cold.
- And tell her the best way to get him to go to sleep
is to hold him as if you were panning for gold.
- I have never panned for gold, Mr. MacEwan,
so I have no idea what you're talking about.
- OK then, come on.
- Well, if it weren't so terrible, it would be funny.
Theodore Simpkin moving the Morris baby
along with the furniture by mistake?
- Doesn't surprise me.
Theodore Simpkin wouldn't know a baby from a washboard.
- I hear Abner was out at the Sloane Farm
looking down the well.
- Oh, dear Lord.
He didn't find anything, did he?
- Only old man Sloane's empty whiskey bottles (laughs).
Rachel.
- Edward.
I'm not one that can't apologize
when I know a wrong has been committed.
Even though I was not the instigator,
I would like to apologize for my behavior the other day.
- There's no need for that, Rachel.
- No, I insist.
I did not behave like a lady, and I'm sorry.
That woman, Hetty King, gets under my skin
more than any creature on this good earth.
Before I know it, she makes me say things
I always come to regret.
Anyway, I've said my piece and now I hope we can
forget about the whole thing.
- Of course, Rachel.
(cheery music)
- Well, uh, any word about the baby yet, Rachel?
- Not a word.
It's in God's hands, that's what.
- In many ways, it must be a relief to you.
- Well, hardly.
But providence knows,
if I was meant to look after that baby,
it wouldn't have disappeared as it did.
What in Heaven's name?
(gasping)
- We found your baby for you, Mrs. Lynde.
As you can see, he's safe and sound.
- Now, just a minute, Abner.
- Providence moves in mysterious ways, doesn't it, Rachel?
(panting)
- So Rachel Lynde, you've got what you wanted.
(baby crying) (somber music)
- He was a very handsome baby, wasn't he, Abigail?
- Yes, he was.
Please don't talk about him, Malcolm.
- I wondered, well that is,
what if I talk to Rachel Lynde
and kind of made her see that--
- Malcolm, please.
I just can't bear thinking we could have him back
if it isn't meant to be. (somber music)
- Oh, Abby, darling.
There now, there's an awful lot of sadness
for someone who isn't the mothering kind.
- Oh, Malcolm.
You know me better than I know myself.
What would I do without you?
(baby crying) - Shh, shh.
(knocking)
- Oh, all right.
I'm just gonna put you down.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ohh, hoo, hoo, hoo.
Just stay.
(baby crying)
All right, all right, don't cry.
OK, all right, sweetheart.
Yes, yes, yes, we will just get something
for you to drink.
All right, OK.
(baby continues crying)
What can I do for you, Mrs. Potts?
- Rachel, I hardly recognized you.
I just thought I'd drop by
with this sweater for Marilla to give to Anne.
Is there anything I can do?
- No, not a thing.
I have everything under control.
Good bye!
(upbeat music)
- Shhh, shhhh, ohh. (baby crying)
- I am telling you the absolute truth.
Rachel Lynde is breaking under the strain.
Her hair was in papers.
- Oh my, Rachel would rather die than have anyone
see her with her hair in papers.
- If you ask me, that poor baby is better off
in an orphanage than with Rachel Lynde.
- I'm surprised at you, Hetty King.
I thought you would have more gumption.
How can you stand there?
If I was you, I'd be on Rachel's doorstep.
It's plain she can't keep up with that child.
- I wouldn't step foot in Green Gables
if it was the last shelter on Earth.
(mysterious music)
- How dare you come poking your nose around here,
Hetty King!
You haven't come calling on me in forty-odd years.
Why bother now?
- Because I have a bone to pick with you, Rachel Lynde.
Oh, I've heard all the stores in town.
But then you never fooled me.
You didn't really want this baby at all, did ya?
And now that you've got it, you can't take care of it.
- Don't raise your voice so.
I just got that baby to sleep!
Now, please, mind your own business and leave.
- I will not leave until I see with my own eyes
that that baby is safe and sound.
- That baby is perfectly fine in every respect.
- And I won't leave till I see it.
- Oh, for Heaven's sake!
Look what you've done.
- What I've done, huh, you're the one who was foolish
enough to lock yourself out.
And now, Jane's baby is all alone in there.
- One of these windows must be open.
(grunting)
Now I'll have to go in through the bedroom.
Gracious providence, Hetty King, you are nothing
but trouble, that's what.
- Well, I suppose you'll be needing some help,
will you, Rachel?
- Not from you, Hetty King.
I'd never take anything from you.
- You took Romney Penhallow's heart away from me,
Rachel Lynde.
- Oh, don't harp on him again, Hetty.
You've been sadly mistaken all these years
if you think I willfully stole him away from you.
- Where, up there?
- Yeah.
- You'll never get in that window.
Here, let me get the blasted thing.
- Oh, careful.
- [Hetty] Just hang on down there.
- I never even wanted to go out with him.
I only did it because I was jealous.
- Jealous?
Jealous of what?
- You had that new Ermine Muff.
- What? What Ermine Muff?
- The one with the bells that hung down.
You got it for Christmas and I wanted one just like it.
My mother said it was too ostentatious.
- Heh, Ermine Muff?
- The one that Romney stepped on
when we were at the Sloane skating party.
- That wasn't Ermine.
That was Beaver.
He absolutely ruined it, didn't he?
- He was a clumsy fool of a boy.
I never understood why you liked him.
He had such dreadful teeth and no chin.
- He really didn't have a chin, did he?
(laughing) (cheery music)
Romney Penhallow.
Do you remember how the other boys called him owl eyes?
- (laughs) It was because of those glasses he wore.
He was balding at 11 (laughing).
(laughing hysterically)
- I have to admit, Rachel,
we've both been somewhat foolish all these years.
- Well, I was always one to let bygones be bygones, Hetty.
It was you who insisted on quarreling.
- Me?! (baby crying)
- There! You see what you've done.
You've woken him up.
Now I won't have any peace for the rest of this day!
- Hush, hush, young man.
Be quiet now, now be quiet.
No, no, no, no, don't wriggle now.
- Give him to me, Hetty.
I'll settle him.
All right. (baby continues crying)
- Oh yes, you've settled him, all right.
- This is the way it's been for the last 48 hours, Hetty.
I've been at my wit's end, I don't mind saying.
If Marilla comes home to this,
I won't have a home to call my own.
- Now, calm down, Rachel.
The baby's all frazzled because the two of us are in
such a tizzy.
I know from my teaching experience,
never let a child know what you're really feeling.
(knocking)
- Why is it when ya don't want company,
there's a neverending stream coming to your door?
Here! (baby crying)
♪ Ring around the rosy ♪
♪ Pocketful of posies ♪
- Pardon me for intruding on your quiet, Mrs. Lynde,
but I couldn't resist dropping by.
Abby and I became quite fond of the wee fellow.
May I come in?
I brought a few things for him.
I can hear him all right, good pair of lungs.
(somber music)
- Is there any point in asking you to sit down?
(humming) (baby crying)
- Hello there, Lucky.
- And what, may I ask, do you know about babies,
Malcolm MacEwan?
- Oh nothing, nothing at all.
That's a boy.
That's all right now.
You're safe and sound.
- You have a real knack with babies, Malcolm MacEwan.
No denying that.
- Why, you're more of a mother than the two of us
put together, that's what.
(light music)
- Perhaps your mother will have use for these
again sometime, Felicity.
- Hello, how is everybody?
- Goodness, where have you been?
- I paid a little visit to Rachel Lynde to see the baby.
- Oh, and how is he?
- Fine, he looked very healthy.
- And how is Rachel?
- Fine, Hetty was there helping her.
- Aunt Hetty helping Rachel Lynde?!
- Well, as I live and breathe.
Everything seems to be working out fine, I guess.
- As fine as fine can be.
- You needn't be in such a good humor about it, Malcolm.
- Oh, it's not that bad, Abby.
The baby is well taken care of.
Come and give me a hug.
- I'm not in the hugging mood.
- Oh, it's come to this, has it?
I can't even get a hug from my wife
on our one month anniversary.
- (gasps) So it is.
Yes, you can have a hug, Mr. MacEwan.
- Not too hard, Abby.
You'll wake the wee fellow.
And Lord knows, he hasn't had much sleep
in the last two days or so.
(light music)
- It's the baby!
- He's home!
- Are you going to keep him?
- What about Rachel?
What about Hetty?
- They both agreed that they'd make much better
Godmothers than they would parents,
on condition, however,
they get to help out on a regular basis.
- Oh, and what about the lawyer?
It has to be legal.
- Rachel's prepared to legalize it.
And Simpkin is probably half-way back from Carmody by now.
- See, I told you it would work out.
(mysterious music)
Well, I did.
I mean, we did, not I.
- I think there's more here than meets the eye.
But as every good gold miner knows,
you take your luck where ya find it
and don't ask any questions.
(light music)