Pollyanna Page #4
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- 2003
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grief,
disappointment
and frustration
are part and parcel of our daily life, of course.
if we're honest with ourselves
and we should be
if we can't all try that little bit harder
to be nice
to one another
I'm reminded of my Uncle Percy
who summed it up rather well when
on a walking holiday,
I think it was...
Timothy asked me to marry him.
..of some sort in Scotland
And he came across a man
he described as the most
unpleasant man he had ever met.
I told him I'll think about it.
You have to make them wait. I read it in a book
Shh!
- (Giggles)
- "Because
people find me rude
and are unkind to me"
Aunt Polly?
Hm?
Would you mind if I took calf's foot jelly
to another invalid instead of Mrs Snow?
Why?
Because she hasn't got a broken leg
which will get better,
so I can always take her things.
Broken leg?
What are you talking about, Pollyanna?
Oh, I didn't tell you.
I was a bit sad about Jimmy Bean.
I found Mr Pendleton in the woods...
- Pendleton?
- I'll go and get the jelly.
No, you may not take anything
to Mr Pendleton.
You mustn't not like him.
He's only cross on the outside.
Yes, I know your views very well on that subject,
Pollyanna.
I wouldn't say you sent it.
Does he know you are my niece?
No, I don't think so.
Very well.
You may take the jelly to Mr Pendleton.
But make sure he understands that it is your gift.
I did not send it.
(Doorbell)
(Horse neighs)
Good afternoon. I've got some calf's foot jelly
for Mr Pendleton.
Everyone says it's good for sick people,
so I suppose it must be.
- Thank you. Who shall I say sent it?
- Hello
That's very kind of you.
- Would you like to see your patient?
- Yes, please.
Dr C hilton! Mr Pendleton gave orders
not to admit anyone.
DR CHILTON:
Mr Pendleton is dyspepticOr to use the proper medical term, grumpy.
Are you going to do it?
- No.
- Well, Pollyanna here is
I keep hearing about you, Pollyanna.
You managed to cheer Mrs Snow up,
another of my less giggly patients.
What's your secret?
I suppose I just think it's as easy
to be happy about things as not to be.
I said I don't want to see...
Oh, it's you.
I wanted to find out how you are,
and give you this.
(Groans)
You might be glad that you only broke one leg.
Perhaps you'd like me to be glad
I'm not a centipede, or I'd have broken 50.
That's good. That's very good.
My house is overrun with do-gooders,
puffing up pillows,
cleaning up all my dust.
You are so grumpy!
They think I'm made of money.
What are you saving it for?
I don't know yet.
Aunt Polly's rich, too.
Though not as rich as you.
She might have been,
but she's bought some expensive hats.
- Aunt Polly?
- Miss Polly Harrington. I live with her.
I didn't think she was the "living with" kind.
Well, my mother was her sister,
and after Father went to join her in heaven,
there was nobody to look after me.
So, you are...
Miss Polly Harrington's niece.
I suppose you know her.
Oh, yes,
I know her.
You don't mean...
it was Miss Harrington that sent me
the calf's foot jelly?
Oh, no, she didn't. She said you must be sure
to know that it wasn't her who sent it.
I'd better go now
Don't forget to eat your jelly.
(Rumble of thunder)
- How are your studies proceeding?
- Very well.
Oh, Auntie, you've got curls!
What?
Oh, they're so pretty.
Please let me do your hair nicely.
Oh!
Sit down. Sit down right here.
There's so much of it.
You're going to surprise people so much
when they see you.
What's this I hear about you disrupting
a meeting of the Ladies' Aid
with talk of that beggar boy?
I know, but I didn't understand
that they needed the money for other things,
Iike the foreign heathen and the ladder
But I haven't given up,
because I keep thinking about Jimmy and...
You look so lovely.
Wait, I haven't finished.
C lose your eyes. I don't want you to peek
Pollyanna, what are you doing?
Come with me.
Open your eyes.
How could you?
Getting me up like this and letting me be seen!
- You look lovely.
- I look ridiculous!
Go and see what he wants.
Dr C hilton, don't you want to come in?
No, no. No, thank you, Pollyanna.
Was that your aunt I saw rushing away?
- Yes. She doesn't like to be seen looking nice.
- I have a favour to ask you
I've prescribed you for a patient.
Mr Pendleton.
- Will you visit him again?
- I'd love to.
He's been in a bad mood again.
Sadness is a poor healer.
- I don't suppose you ever get ill, do you?
- No, I don't.
(Laughs) She said yes!
Nancy said yes!
We're going to get married!
Congratulations!
(Shouts with joy)
Good morning.
Morning.
I must apologise for being rude the last time,
and the time before that.
And the time before that.
And the time before that out walking.
You're very forgiving for coming.
Please.
So,
- what do you like doing?
- Everything.
Everything? First-rate.
And I didn't mean to be rude the other day
when I said Aunt Polly didn't send the jelly.
Well, this won't do.
I didn't send for you to see me moping.
Open that box over there.
It's things I've picked up on my travels.
I spend half the year
travelling
I'm thinking I should settle down
Nothing worse than the elderly abroad,
Iosing their luggage,
falling over, getting in and out of boats.
Jimmy would love that.
Oh, and look at this!
What's happening? It's...Iike a rainbow.
It's called a prism. It catches the light.
This is so lovely.
If you really want to...Iive in a rainbow...
..there's no reason why you shouldn't.
I think this would make even Aunt Polly glad.
(Chuckles)
Well, unfortunately,
you can't...teach someone to be glad.
Least of all your Aunt Polly.
Little girl
I thought, after I found out who you were,
that I didn't want you to come and see me again.
You reminded me of something
I've tried for long years
to forget, but I missed you.
Now I want you to come and see me often.
Will you?
That's it! That's it! It's so excciting!
It was after Mr Pendleton
found out that you were Miss Polly's niece
that he said he didn't want to see you ever
again.
Yes.
We know he's got a skeleton in his cupboard.
And he said you reminded him
of someone he'd rather forget.
- Yes.
- And
he looked sad when you told him Miss Polly
wanted him to know that it positively wasn't her
sending him the calf's foot jelly.
I have a feeling
you're going to tell me something.
John Pendleton and Miss Polly
were lovers.
No!
Old Tom once told me she had a lover,
but I didn't believe it.
Because she's such a cross old stick!
Nancy!
But now... That's why he travels abroad so
much.
To forget.
Yes! Or he may just like foreign food.
No.
Oh, at last!
A romantic mystery!
They might fall in love again,
then you could all have a double wedding.
Come on.
by the shining Big-Sea-Water,
at the doorway of his wigwam
in the pleasant summer morning,
Hiawatha stood...
and waited.
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