Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Page #3

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As long as you live here,

you'll wear your hair this way.

I like it.

It's so nice and cool.

I wore my hair that way

when I was a little girl.

- My, I bet you were pretty.

- Now, get along.

See what you can learn

about farming.

All right. I'll introduce myself

to the chickens.

I was considered

quite a belle in my day.

I'll bet you kicked up your heels

when you were young.

The idea.

Stuff and nonsense.

Oh, you poor little thing.

I hope you're all right.

Oh, you bent your tail.

I'll fix it. I'm surprised Aunt Miranda

lets you wear it curled.

I'll bet you haven't had

any breakfast.

I'll ask Aunt Miranda

to give you some eggs and bacon.

Oh, there's your breakfast!

Hurry up, or there won't be any left.

Oh, that's the wrong way.

Come back!

Please come back!

You'll get lost:

For heaven's sake, where are you?

Don't you want your breakfast?

You're a very naughty pig.

Well, hello, stranger.

What's your hurry?

I'm sorry, but I was trying

to catch our pig.

- Don't you know you're trespassing?

- What's that mean?

It means you're very welcome.

Thank you, but I must catch our pig.

Wait. I'll round him up.

You stay here andhead him off.

Aunt Miranda! Gwen!

- Aunt Miranda! Gwen!

- Rebecca, what's the matter?

- They fell in the well.

- Who fell in the well?

A pig and the man

with the long legs.

- Something wrong, Miss Gwen?

- Someone fell in the well.

- Perhaps it's Homer.

- No, ma'am. There's Homer now.

- Hello Gwen. What's all the rumpus?

- There's a man down there.

It's my boss.

Are you hurt, Mr. Kent?

- We're all right. Get a rope.

- Let's use the hose.

Ouch:

You might have at least

taken the nozzle off.

Okay. Haul away.

Everybody, pull.

- Thank you.

- Oh, don't mention it. Nothing at all.

Whew.

I hope you'll pardon my appearance.

I didn't expect callers.

I'm glad you're not hurt.

Or are you?

I'm afraid so.

There's a strange feeling right here.

Oh, I hope it doesn't

hurt you too much.

You better let Gwen and me

put you to bed.

That would be

a pleasant experience.

I think Homer can handle the situation.

Come on, darling.

I'm sorry she bothered you Mr...

Kent is the name. Anthony Kent. I live here,

but this is my first trip of the year.

I hope you'll bother again soon.

I've got a lot of other tricks.

I'd love to see them.

Will you do one now?

I'd better clean up first.

How 'bout tomorrow?

Perhaps. Come on, darling.

- Homer, see the ladies to the door.

- Yes, sir.

I'll hold the pig.

Over we go.

Gwen! Haven't I told you

to keep out of that place?

The place is all right, Auntie.

In fact, it's quite nice.

- Besides, I had to help Rebecca.

- What were you doing in there?

Now, Miranda, it wasn't her fault.

- Your pig ran away,

and she had to chase it.

- Is that my pig?

- Yes, Aunt Miranda.

- Tell that man to give it to Aloysius.

But he's right here.

Why don't you tell him?

'Cause I refuse to speak to him.

Aunt Miranda says for you

to give the pig to Aloysius...

and she refuses to speak to you.

I'm used to it. She's refused

to speak to me for 25 years.

You can tell Homer Busby

he's not fit to touch my pig...

and he's a no-good loafer!

You're not fit to touch our pig,

and you're no-good loafer.

- But I don't think so.

- I'm glad someone's got a kind word for me.

See you again soon, Rebecca.

- Tell him he will not!

- Oh, yes, I will.

After this, stay on

your own side of the fence!

Such people!

- What does Homer do?

- He takes care of Mr. Kent's place.

Why doesn't

Aunt Miranda like him?

Well, a long time ago, Homer

asked Aunt Miranda to marry him.

- Is that why she's mad at him?

- Not exactly.

You see, Homer celebrated so much the night

before that he forgot to go to the wedding.

Mr. Kent is very nice too.

Don't you think?

We were talking about Homer.

Come on. Help me pick berries.

Oh, Aloysius, give Rebecca a pail

and show her how to pick berries.

Yes, ma'am. It's a pleasure.

Yes, ma'am. It's a pleasure.

Now, honey,

you just watch me.

# If I had one wish to make #

# This is the wish I would choose #

# I'd want an old straw hat #

# A suit of overalls

and a worn-out pair of shoes #

# Just let me roam around #

# Laughing at big-city blues #

# With an old straw hat

a suit of overalls #

# And a worn-out pair of shoes #

# Howdy, Mr. Brown

Ho-hum #

Going fishing?

Hope you get a bite.

# Howdy, Mr. Jones

Ho-hum #

# How's about a hayride

Saturday night #

# Say hi-ho

the merry... o #

# What have you got

What have you got to lose #

# Get an old straw hat

a suit of overalls #

# And a worn-out pair of shoes #

- See who's at the door, Homer.

- Yes, sir.

- Why hello there.

- How do you do, Mr. Busby?

I would like to see Mr. Kent.

Well, that might be arranged.

Come right on in.

- I'll tell him you're here.

- Thank you.

You may tell him

Miss Winstead is calling.

Well, that would make it

more official.

Uh, that little girl from next door

wants to see you, Mr. Kent.

- Oh, so I see.

- You said you'd announce me

as Miss Winstead, Mr. Busby.

You'll have to forgive Homer,

Miss Winstead. He's out of practice.

- Oh, that's all right.

- Won't you have some breakfast with me?

We had our breakfast

a long time ago...

but if it were lunch,

I would love to.

Lunch it is then.

Homer, lunch for the lady.

I'll try. You know how the cook is

about digging up things at the last minute.

The servant problem gets more difficult

every day, don't you think?

I guess it must be terrible.

- Will you have a glass of milk?

- Thank you. I'd like that.

You have an awfully

pretty house, Mr. Kent.

I'm glad you like it,

Miss Winstead.

My, but that's good.

Don't look now, Miss Winstead,

but there's milk on your nose.

Dear me. I don't know how

it could have gotten there.

- May I?

- I guess you better.

- Ah. There you are.

- Thank you.

Not at all.

Awfully glad you dropped in.

- I can stay for a minute.

- Do you have to hurry?

Aunt Miranda won't like it if I'm gone

too long. She's sold-fashioned.

Oh. I know

just what you mean.

I knew you would

if I explained it to you.

This is all I could dig up.

Oh, that's all right.

I eat most anything.

My, Mr. Kent,

but I'm having a good time.

So am I, Miss Winstead.

I've never enjoyed entertaining a lady

so much before.

Thank you.

You may call me Rebecca, if you like.

And I'd appreciate it

if you'd call me Tony.

Pardon me, madam. Miss Gwen is here

and says your lunch is ready at home.

Homer, where are your manners?

Ask her in.

I hope Gwen will like it here

as much as I do.

Rebecca, I grow fonder of you

by the minute. Hello there.

I'm sorry to intrude...

but Aunt Miranda got worried

when Rebecca didn't come home for lunch.

I'll take the blame. Rebecca dropped in

for a call, and I insisted that she stay.

- Won't you sit down?

- I'm afraid I can't.

You better, Gwen.

The food's awful good.

You really can't afford to pass this up.

All right, but no lunch for me, and

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