Pollyanna Page #2

to the kitchen to have bread and milk

No, I was glad you did. Don't feel bad about it.

Good.

(Flies buzz)

Who let those flies in?

- I'm sorry, ma'am. That must have been me.

- No, it was me.

They were outside my window

when I opened it.

You opened a window?

It is your duty not to let flies into this house.

My duty?

I'm sorry, but it was a little hot.

Flies are not only unclean and annoying,

they are also a danger to the health.

I have a pamphlet for you to read

- Nancy, fetch me the fly pamphlet.

- Yes, ma'am.

Something to read? Oh, thank you, Aunt Polly.

I love to read.

- Father said...

- Pollyanna

There is one thing you should understand now.

I do not wish to hear you

mention your father again. Ever.

But I have to. I think about him all the time.

You will not refer to him again.

Now you may go to bed.

(Clock chimes six times)

This is so excciting!

- Good morning, Pollyanna.

- Good morning, Aunt Polly.

I prefer physical signs of affecction

to be kept to the barest minimum.

Now, please do take your seat.

They have this special tube,

Look, that dissolves the food.

I'm not making this up.

Then sucks it into its mouth.

That is enough on the subjecct of flies,

thank you very much, Pollyanna.

I wish to eat.

We need to go to the village this morning

to buy you some...proper clothes.

And tomorrow, you should commence a routine.

My father said...

Your day will consist of reading aloud to me

for one hour after breakfast,

then rigidly monitored private study until midday.

After lunch,

sewing with me cookery instruction with Nancy

then an orderly walk,

music, tidying, supper, then bed.

When do l...just live?

What?

I know I'll be breathing,

but that's not the same as living.

You'll be allowed brief intervals in which to play.

(Car pulls up, then hooter hoots)

(Car hooter again)

Motorcar!

(Hooter)

Sticky clutch. Do you hear that rattling?

That's the torque tube

letting us know he's not happy.

Oh!

POLLYANNA:
Hat again.

Good morning.

Mrs Benson.

Mrs Ford. Reverend Ford.

Hallelujah!

AUNT POLLY:
Come back Pollyanna

I haven't finished with you yet

Do I look like a lady?

I'm not sure what you look like.

Hello

Hello, miss.

- Do you always work in the garden?

- Yes, miss. I'm the gardener.

Hey, you're so like your mother.

I knew her when she was

even littler than you are now.

- You knew my mother?

- Yeah.

I never really knew her. What was she like?

She broke a few hearts, I can tell you.

Men were falling all over themselves

to get into her good books.

Yeah.

When she went away from here, it was like...

Iike someone had turned out half the lights.

Aye.

Your daddy being a vicar without tuppence,

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