Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Page #5

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- You're probably in a hurry. Good-bye.

- Oh, just one more thing.

I've been sort of short lately,

and I thought that maybe-

I wouldn't lend you a cent

if it was to save your life, Harry Kipper.

Well, no harm in asking.

Aunt Miranda,

you certainly are a good cook.

- Bye-bye, Rebecca. Don't miss me too much.

- I won't, Uncle Harry.

Well, see you folks in church.

Maybe it's for the best.

He has been an awful trial to me.

- Take her up to the side room.

- Come on, darling.

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,

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