Pollyanna Page #8

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- Yes, Miss Snow, yes.

- It just reminded me...

about my father

and the doll.

You see, I always

wanted a doll,

but we never had enough money

for things like that.

My father was a minister.

But surely he could afford

a little thing like a doll.

Well, he couldnt.

We had to have the money for food.

- Oh, for heaven's sake.

- Shh.

So, anyway, my father wrote

to the missionary people...

and asked them to please send

a little secondhand doll.

Well, it was

a funny mistake.

When the missionary barrels came,

instead of a doll,

they sent a pair

of crutches.

Well, of course I was

rather disappointed,

so my father made up

the glad game!

The what game?

She's been pestering

folks all over town

with this sunshine

and happiness thing.

Hearts and flowers.

Enough to make you sick.

Hush up.

I want to hear it.

Certainly.

Anyway, about the crutches,

my father said,

''Dont let's be gloomy.

Let's try and find something

to be glad about.''

So, we made a game of it.

The glad game.

- The glad game.

- Shh!

So, anyway, we played

the game and after a while,

I forgot about the doll

and being gloomy.

And you know what?

I found a reason for being glad.

Well, there's nothing happy

about a pair of crutches.

Well, we were glad that

we didn't have to use them.

Why must you bedevil...

this poor dying woman with

your childish, silly little stories?

I just thought

she could play the game!

You could be glad you dont

need this horrid old coffin!

You could help others by making the

patchwork quilt for the

orphans if you wanted!

You ought to forget about dying,

and be glad youre living!

Oh, I dont care

what you do.

I'm not going to come

and see you anymore.

I- I didn't mean

to hurt her feelings.

She's serious about it,

isn't she?

Oh, please, please,

Mr. Murg, leave me alone.

I'm sorry if I've-

Please.

Please, leave me alone.

Ben told me yesterday they've been

organizing. About 50 of them.

And Ed Chilton's got a

finger in the pie too.

Edmond?

Gave them the idea, is what he did.

And that's not all.

It couldnt have

been Nancy.

I tell you she was there.

Jesse told me.

Well, I'd fire that girl so fast,

it would make her head swim.

And that child!

Your own niece!

Helping them.

Pollyanna!

Just a moment.

Mrs. Tarbell tells me youre

involved with that bazaar.

Well, I won't have it.

But, Aunt Polly,

I'm part of the fag!

We won't discuss it. I dont want you

to see those people anymore.

And that's an order!

Yes, ma'am.

The blessings

youve heaped on that child,

and her working with

those people against you.

Get down my cake tins, Angie.

We're going to work.

Doing what?

Thinks she's the queen

of Sheba, does she?

Well, she can't stop us

from helping with that bazaar.

We're going to bake cakes,

dozens and dozens of them.

Where you gonna get

the ingredients?

Where do you think?

Oh.

Youre getting paid,

aren't you?

Not to be kicked!

He kicked me in the stomach.

Now, Jimmy, youve got to stop

kicking Mr. Hooper and sit still!

I dont wanna get

my hair cut!

Hey, Jed, get that hammer out back,

and we'll nail his shoes to the chair.

- Mayor.

- Mr. Pendergast.

You should be ashamed of yourself,

Ben Tarbell!

I paid for the tickets.

Will you let it go at that, Karl?

- I just can't show up at your affair.

- You ain't the only one, Ben.

What do you mean by that?

Claire, I just came from

your newspaper office.

What's the matter

with those fellas?

They said they couldnt handle

this ad for our bazaar.

Will you go over

and straighten them out?

Now, take it easy, Doo. Our space

is all sold, and I can't go around-

Tell them the truth.

Why lie to the man? Youre a coward.

It isn't Baltimore up here, Doo.

This is a small town.

You know as well as everybody our

newspaper is owned by

the Harrington family.

Liver-bellied bunch

of miserable sheep!

Now, take it easy, Pendergast.

It's the way things are.

I say that youre all chicken-livered,

and I'm sick and tired-

Just a minute, just a minute!

The thing is this.

Most folks here make a living out of

Polly Harrington some way or another.

We can't afford

to antagonize her.

Can't afford

to antagonize her?

Just dont be surprised if come Sunday

night nobody shows up at your bazaar.

I dont believe that.

Well, youre coming,

aren't you?

Claire? Charlie?

People are just

plain scared to, Karl.

They're afraid of Polly Harrington

paying 'em back later.

- She'll do it too. You know her.

- Now, look.

We've all taken a cut or

two at the Harringtons,

but she wouldn't do

a thing like that.

If you think I'm intimidating

a whole town-

Oh, Polly, you know

what I mean.

No one will make

a move in this town

without the Harrington

stamp of approval.

Oh!

Karl Warren sent you,

didn't he?

He knew no one would

cooperate without me.

Nobody sent me.

I just wanted it made clear you

dont mind if the others cooperate.

You needed my help.

Why dont you admit it?

Won't let your guard down

for a minute, will you?

Still suspicious.

Still dont trust anyone.

Nothings changed,

has it, Polly?

Youre still as opinionated

as ever.

If that's what you mean.

Oh, Angelica.

Dr. Chilton is leaving.

Keep busy, Polly.

Lots of meetings and civic duties

and obligations.

It's a poor substitute for

what's really wrong with you.

I knew I could count on you

for some lofty clinical observations.

Would you like to be paid

for your diagnosis?

This one's on the house.

There's no medical

term for it.

You can give everything

but love.

It's as simple as that.

- Angelica.

- Mum?

See that the flowers in the

conservatory get fresh water.

I found them dry

again today.

Yes, mum.

Did you hear how

he told her off?

Like water off

a duck's back to her.

That woman's got

no feelings at all.

How'd it go, Ed?

Stubborn, mule-headed woman. Just like

her father. I shouldve known better.

- What did she say?

- A lot of foolish nonsense.

What she really wants

is for us to go begging to her.

Get her sanction, permission from

the queen to gather in the streets.

- Hi, Nancy.

- Hi, dear.

- What's the matter?

- Oh, nothing.

It's a doggone shame

after all the work folks put into it.

- Is the bazaar off?

- It looks that way.

- Why?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Is it because of Aunt Polly?

- Yes.

It takes a word from someone

who isn't under her thumb.

Fat chance you got, Ed.

She's got her finger

in nearly everything:

the bank, the mills,

the paper, real estate.

Harrington Town, a fine thing.

One woman owning a town.

Well, like it or not,

that's what she does.

- Nancy.

- Yes?

- She doesnt own the church.

- That's right.

What did you say?

Um, I just said that

nobody could own a church.

Our social structure

in this small town

seems to teeter on

a delicate balance,

one which I certainly cannot

in any way attempt to influence.

A man of God cannot

be taking sides in these feuds.

But all we want is a

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