Pollyanna Page #3

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I'll see if everyone's

ready for you, Polly.

Thank you.

It's nice

to see you again.

Are you just visiting?

Well,

I thought it was time for a vacation.

The first one

in five years.

I'm just waiting here

for Karl.

I won't be

in the way here, I hope.

No, no.

Of course not.

Seems strange being back

here again like this.

Polly, they're all ready for you.

I'll be right there.

Why dont you come in

and Join us?

No, I'd rather not butt in.

I'll wait here.

Well, they're

waiting for me.

Go ahead.

I'll be fine here.

- Hi, Nancy.

- Hi. You better get out of here.

Oh, I'm all right.

It should be parliamentary procedure.

Same as it always is.

Well, for once,

let's have facts.

We've always observed

regular procedure.

Oh, bunkum!

We're here because of an emergency.

- Everybody will be

talking at the same time.

Exactly. They'll all be

standing up trying to get the floor.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Is this the town meeting?

Oh, no.

It's in there.

I n the conservatory,

for heaven's sake.

Oh. Are you a member of

the Ladies' Aid group?

Oh, no.

I'm just a child.

I'm not even supposed to be here.

- Shh.

- What's your name?

Pollyanna Whittier. That's my aunt

over there, the pretty one.

This is her house,

and I live with her.

- Shh.

- Shh.

Wait just a moment, everybody.

We'll compromise.

We'll go to the

immediate problems first.

Good.

Amelia, wouldn't you like

to hear what Karl has to say?

All I'm saying is that it's time we

took some pride in that orphanage...

and put up a decent,

presentable building that

we could all be proud of.

That's all I'm saying.

And I've been saying it

for three and a half long years!

See,

he's always trying to get the floor.

No, I'm not at all.

Now, now.

No, I'm not!

H- Here, now-

Polly, he's completely

out of line on the whole thing.

Here now, if we'd all

be a little more quiet,

cooperative, orderly.

If we'd all stop shouting

and cooperate-

There is nothing wrong

with that building!

All it needs

is new plumbing.

Today the plumbing, tomorrow the roof

and the Lord knows what-

Excuse me, Reverend.

Who knows what's gonna happen next?

You were very happy when my father

donated the building to the town.

Oh, for Pete's sake,

Polly Harrington, listen to reason!

It's a dilapidated old relic!

The dining hall,

the dispensary.

Even my nephew, Dr. Chilton there,

he noticed that.

Ed, tell them what

you said.

Well, I dont think

I should say anything.

No, no, now, tell them what you said.

I want them to hear it.

Well, I got a look at the dispensary

when I fixed Mr. Geary's arm,

and I mentioned it seemed

a little inadequate for 32 children.

There you are.

Now youve heard it.

We all thank you

for your interest, Edmond,

but it's

an equipment problem.

We're talking about Harrington House,

which is a landmark in this town,

and I intend to see

that it stays that way.

We'll spend more to repair that

old building than to put up a new one.

It won't cost this town

one cent!

My father donated the

building to the town,

and I will stand the

cost of pipes, plumbing...

or whatever it is

that's necessary.

It's my duty,

and I will not shirk it.

I suppose there's not

one of you out there

that has the gumption

to say what you think.

Is there?

What about you, Reverend? Youre a man

of influence in this community.

- What dc you think?

- No, no, no.

I, uh, I never take sides

in these matters.

Oh, that's comfortable.

Ben, speak up. Come on.

Oh, Karl.

Charlie, what dc you say?

Well, say something!

Anybody!

We do have other

business to discuss.

- That is if youve finished, Karl.

- Oh, yes, I've finished.

There's your whole town council

and your whole city conscience!

You certainly dont need

me as mayor around here...

as long as youve got Polly Harrington

running everything!

Karl never changes, does he?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we're having a little light lunch.

Suppose we stop for a while

and have a bite?

If you ask me, Reverend Ford should

have taken sides with Mayor Warren.

He had the chance, and what'd he dc?

Said he never takes sides.

Stop sticking your

nose into their business

and get these sherbet

glasses out there.

We're out of spoons.

Well, wash some up. Dont

bellyache to me about it.

Youre in a fine mood,

aren't you?

Pollyanna, I thought

you could use this for your room.

Oh, thank you, Nancy.

Oh, it's gorgeous!

Oh, well, thanks for not spilling

the beans about you-know-who.

- About cousin Fred, you mean?

- Mm-hmm.

- Isn't he handsome?

- I knew it all the time.

- You did? How did you know?

- It was easy.

I saw you holding hands

under the table.

If you ladies got

nothing better to do

than sit there

gossiping and snickering-

Well, we're just

talking, Tillie.

Well, talk on your own time.

This sherbet's turning to mush.

All right. All right.

- Nancy?

- Hmm?

- You know that man?

- What man?

The one at

the train station.

The one that

was just here.

Well, what was he

to Aunt Polly?

Well, you might say they used

to be friends... sort of.

Do you think he's

gonna marry Aunt Polly?

Whos gonna marry her?

She means Dr. Chilton.

Hah! Fat chance. Whod wanna marry

old pickle-faced Harrington?

Nancy.

Are you and George

gonna get married?

Oh, we hope to someday.

Oh, I am glad.

I think everyone should be married.

And maybe,

when you dc marry George,

Aunt Polly will see how

happy you are,

and she'll be very glad

to get married herself, then.

Glad this, glad that. Do you have

to be glad about everything?

What's the matter

with you, anyway?

Oh, lay off her, Angie.

She's not hurting you.

Oh, the way she goes on.

Now, that's enough! You heard what

she said. Stop picking on the girl.

Now, take that sherbet out and

serve it the way you should. Go on.

Well, let's see what your aunt has

on the menu for tomorrow.

"Roast chicken."

Chicken every Sunday.

Your aunt has no imagination.

Oh, I love roast chicken!

I'm glad tomorrow's Sunday.

Ah, wait 'til tomorrow.

You won't be so glad.

Did you ever hear

of sour stomach?

Well, Sundays around

here give folks

sour stomach for the

whole rest of the week.

How come?

Wait 'til tomorrow.

Youll find out soon enough.

Praise Him all creatures here below

Praise Him above ye heavenly host

Praise Father, Son

And Holy Ghost

Amen.

Death comes unexpectedly!

And the God, Jehovah, will

execute his vengeance on ye...

who despise His dying love

and trample His benefits underfoot.

The unconverted soul,

the foolish children

of man do miserably

delude themselves in

the false confidence...

of their own strength

and wisdom.

They trust to nothing but a shadow.

But bear testament.

Death comes unexpectedly!

Now, you say, ah, no,

I had not intended it to come now.

I had laid out matters otherwise.

I thought my scheme good.

I intended to take effectual care,

but death came unexpectedly...

like a thief, outwitting me,

too quick for me.

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