Under the Greenwood Tree Page #2

Through our children.

Education.

Education.

Give them the intellectual arrows

that they may go forth from this village

and make God's mark on the greater world.

To this end...

I have appointed Miss Fancy Day

as our new schoolmistress.

Miss Day's talents will not only

be utilised in the classroom, however.

To our enormous good fortune,

and to the glory of God,

Miss Day has agreed to play the new harmonium

which is to be installed in the church.

Harmonium? We don't need no harmonium.

We've got a choir!

What's it mean, Reuben?

Let us pray.

Thank you. Merry Christmas.

ELIAS:
At least we know

what's in the box now, Reuben.

It happened at Flintcomb Ash.

It happened at Longpuddle.

Some wheezing contraption of noise

replacing the choir

that have been there for 100 year or more.

He did look at Miss Day in a way

that was warmer than Christianity asked for.

Let's not get agitated, my sonnies.

I'm sure when the parson knows

how we feel, he'll think differently.

- ROBERT:
Tell him now, Reuben.

- No. Now is not the place.

I'll ask him and Miss Day to our party tonight.

That should do it.

- MAYBOLD:
Merry Christmas, children.

- Merry Christmas.

Now run along, I'd like to speak with Miss Day.

How did you enjoy the sermon, Miss Day?

Very much, Mr Maybold.

There was one small thing.

I had assumed

that the congregation knew about the harmonium.

No, no. It was my little Christmas present to them.

I would hate to be seen as the person

who came newly to the village

and, well, threw out the choir.

Think nothing of it, Miss Day. The men will be

delighted to put down their fiddles

and join their wives and children in the pews.

Isn't that so, Mr Dewy?

You have no objection to the arrival

of a fine harmonium and Miss Day's playing of it?

Well, sir, the thing is,

not mincing up a man's words and all, but...

No, of course you don't.

You a man of music and all.

I'm sure Miss Day's playing

will make us known throughout the county.

When I've properly learnt to play it, sir.

Party.

I beg your pardon?

Party.

Er... what he's trying to say, sir,

is that you and Miss Day

would be most welcome

at our small Christmas celebration tonight.

Indeed, it would be an honour.

- Well, I...

- Thank you, Mr...

His name is Dick Dewy, miss.

I shall very much look forward to that, Mr Dewy.

Mr Maybold.

Miss.

(STAMMERING)

- As will I, Mr Dewy. Thank you.

- Sir.

Come in, Father. Come in. Sit by the fire.

Stop your fussing, Fancy. I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm a man of the country, Fancy.

It's in my blood.

You wait until you're well again.

You and I both know that may never be.

Please don't talk like that.

Tell me about the party.

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