Miss Potter

There's something delicious about

writing the first words of a story.

You can never quite tell

where they'll take you.

Mine took me here.

Looking back, the city and I

never much liked each other.

An unmarried woman, after all,

was expected to behave in

very particular ways.

Which did not include traipsing

from publisher to publisher

with a gaggle of friends.

Now, listen to me,

you must not be afraid.

And don't talk too much.

Friends who, sadly, others were

not so keen to meet.

I've been selling my drawings

for greeting cards, place cards,

etcetera for seven years.

Bunnies in jackets

with brass buttons.

How ever do you imagine

such things?

I don't imagine them.

They're quite real.

They're my friends.

Are you based the animal

characters on your friends?

No, the animals are my friends.

Before Peter Rabbit there was

Benjamin Bunny,

and then Sir Isaac the Newt.

I have their drawings as well,

if you'd like to see them.

That won't be necessary.

Unfortunately, Miss Potter.

It is 'Miss' Potter, is it not?

Yes. Of course. Silly of me.

Unfortunately, the market for

children's books...

Yes, of course.

I completely understand.

It was silly of me,

with no experience of these...

F. Warne and Company would like to

publish your little book, Miss Potter.

But best not to get overly hopeful.

I know publishing your book will

not sell a great number of copies,

but I think we can turn

a small profit.

My dear Mr Warne, well,

I'm pleased. Very pleased indeed.

I shall do everything possible to

ensure that you've not made a mistake.

Miss Wiggin, I believe we can go.

Thank you very much indeed.

Messrs Warne, for your time.

Our pleasure. My brother always

knows what he's doing.

Oh, I'm quite particular about

book size and price,

and I'd like to avoid that

dreadful Gothic typeface

your children's books usually have.

I'm sure everything will be

to your satisfaction.

Miss Potter.

Your...

Of course.

My portfolio.

Come along, Peter.

- Sir Isaac, the newt!

- You can't be serious, Fruing.

- That book won't sell ten copies.

- Of course not!

- However, the thought did occur to me...

- Norman!

We promised our little brother

a project.

If he makes a muck of it,

what will it matter?

I think Miss Potter may turn out

to be a Godsend.

Home, Miss Potter?

No, Saunders.

Drive me through the park.

Through all the parks.

- I beg your pardon, Miss Potter?

- Drive!

Walk on.

We did it!

Did you hear my heart?

It was a kettle drum.

You see? We cannot stay

home all our lives.

We must present ourselves

to the world.

And we must look upon it

as an adventure.

Faster, Saunders!

- Faster, Saunders, if you please!

- No, Miss Beatrix. No!

- Fast as you can, old boy.

- Go on!

Oh, I say!

Saunders.

Beatrix, where have you been?

It's after four o'clock.

I'm not a child. I can do things

without my mother's permission.

I was hoping to use the carriage

myself this afternoon.

Where were you?

I took a drive.

With my friends.

You don't have any friends.

Yes, I do, Mother.

Every time I draw.

Some of your paintings are

quite pretty, Beatrix,

but I'm not going to deceive you

as your father does

and call them great art.

Well, my friend,

when I am a published author

then we shall see.

Beatrix, Bertram,

time for good nights.

- I haven't finished yet.

- Come on, hurry up.

- Bertram.

- There! I got him.

- Bertram, you're barbaric.

- Come on, you two.

Hurry up. Down you go.

Slowly!

Hurry, Rupert! It won't do t

be late to the 'Hydes'.

Doesn't Mama look beautiful,

Beatrix?

Being in a temper puts such

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