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solely because I am the youngest son.
No. I would like a properjob,
working for my family's firm
and they have assigned me you.
Does that make things clearer?
In other words,
you have no experience whatsoever,
but because you've made
a nuisance of yourself,
demanding a chance,
they've fobbed you off on me.
Miss Potter, I know all too well
what my brothers intended,
giving me your, your 'bunny book',
as they call it,
but I find your book quite
enchanting, delightful,
and if they intended to fob me off,
as you say, then we shall show them.
We shall give them a bunny book
to conjure with,
In colours, mixed to your
satisfaction in front of
your very eyes at the printer.
At the printer?
Oh, I could never.
I will escort you there myself.
If you will allow me the the honour.
Why would I never?
Of course I'll go.
I'm a grown woman.
Miss Wiggin will be there.
I see absolutely no reason why
an artist shouldn't visit her printer.
Excellent, Miss Potter.
Jolly good. Thank you.
I shall make all the arrangements,
and I am, in every way,
my dear lady, at your service.
You and rabbits, extraordinary.
Excuse me.
Johnson, come and get
the charms, would you?
- Slowly, slowly. Put it there.
- I will be careful, ma'am.
One, two, three... ten.
When I was ten, my mother badgered
my father into spending the summer
in the Lake District,
as did other fashionable families.
Like an animal released from its cage,
I fell under its spell.
Mind your frocks now.
Come here!
The woods are full of fairies
and little folk that look for
children that get their
clothes dirty.
And when they find them,
they send the fairy beasts at night,
appetite for young flesh.
- I'm coming to get you, Bea!
- No
Yes!
Bertram. Bertram!
Don't! They're farmers' children.
Their hands. Germs. Come on.
Bertram! Bertram!
Catch him, Bea!
There he is!
Oh, yes!
Out of the way!
There!
There he is.
I don't think a thrashing
will be necessary.
I'll just leave the window
in the nursery unlatched tonight.
take care of the rest.
No! I'll stay clean!
Bertram.
Really, Beatrix, What young man
with a faceful of mud?
Well, I shan't marry,
so it doesn't matter.
All girls marry. I did.
Your grandmother did.
Even Fiona will one day.
- Well, I shan't. I shall draw.
Then who will love you?
My art and my animals.
I won't need more love than that.
Perhaps not at 11, but let's see
if you still feel the same way at 18.
I drew Mama when we first met
and she married me.
And, Fiona, doesn't mud wash off?
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