POLLYANA
Now, boy, I've told
you time and again.
Now, look at me.
There's no horsing around when
the train's coming in. You hear me?
Now, go on. Get away.
- Looks like she's on time.
- That she is.
Harrington!
Oh, let me help you
with that, little girl.
Thank you.
Watch your step.
There you are,
little girl.
Now, I have to go to the store.
You go get the luggage.
Be careful of the fresh eggs.
They're wrapped in paper.
- Yes, dear.
- Oh, Ben?
Yes, dear?
Write a letter to the
president of this railroad.
There were men smocking
in the parlor car. Disgraceful!
- I've taken his number.
- Yes, dear.
- Miss Pollyanna?
- Yes. Aunt Polly?
No, I'm Nancy. I work for your aunt,
and I came here to fetch you.
Oh. How dc you dc?
This is Mr. Thomas,
the gardener.
- How dc you dc?
- Hello, young lady.
Oh, no, no, no!
Thomas will take that for you.
Put it in the back seat.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Tarbell.
Is that
Jenny Harringtons child?
Yes, it is.
Doesnt look a thing
like any of the Harringtons.
- What's your name, girl?
- Speak up.
Pollyanna Whittier,
ma'am.
Well, youre a very
fortunate little girl.
Most children who have lost their
parents would end up in an orphanage.
You know that,
don't you?
Yes, ma'am.
Well, thank your
lucky stars for such
a good woman as your
aunt taking you in.
Yes, ma'am.
Yes, well, see that you're properly
appreciative, and
don't cause any trouble.
Children really
never realize-
- Ed?
- Uncle Karl!
- Much too long.
- It's good to see you.
Oh, here. How's
everything at the house?
Just fine.
He's come back.
Wait 'til Polly Harrington
hears about this.
Right up here in the back seat, honey.
There you are.
Nancy, what are you
staring at?
Oh, nothing.
Nothing at all, sir.
Think she'll want the car?
I dont know if she wants the car or
not. Youll have to ask her yourself.
Your aunt's waiting
for you, miss.
Hurry up.
I haven't got all day!
Oh, Mr. Thomas,
please put that here.
All right, Nancy.
All right.
You wait here, miss,
and dont touch anything.
- Do you understand?
- Yes, ma'am.
Well, we had, uh, Matthew.
Mark last week.
But Isaiah has some
very good passages.
- Isaiah?
- Yes, that's more what I had in mind.
Yes, Isaiah has some
very good passages.
What is it, Nancy?
Uh, excuse me, ma'am.
The little girl is here.
All right.
Show her in.
What youve been
waiting for.
About the sermon,
Reverend.
Yes.
Now, the transiency of life.
That feeling, ephemeral vapor,
it appeared and it vanished.
James, the New Testament.
The perishability
of our mortal bodies.
You want me to weave
a theme of this into my sermon?
Well, let me tell you what my father
said to Reverend Moffet.
Yes, what did he say?
He said that you only have the
congregation for one
short hour a week.
And there are six
long days of mischief
for them before you get them again.
Aha!
I see your point.
Strike hard on Sunday
the excessiveness of Gods wrath...
and hope they carry it with them
a few days into the week.
- Exactly what I mean.
- Oh, yes, yes.
Well, come in,
young lady.
Let's meet
each other properly.
I'm your Aunt Polly.
How dc you dc?
This is the pastor of our church,
Reverend Ford.
How dc you dc?
Well, there's
a family resemblance.
She looks very much
like her mother.
Mother always used to say
I look like you.
Would you be good enough
to stand erect...
and in a proper manner,
please?
And where in the world
did you get that dress?
It came in
the missionary barrels.
Missionary barrels?
- Yes, her father was a minister.
- Oh.
As a matter of fact,
he was a missionary
in the British West Indies.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Pollyanna,
this is going to be
your new home,
and I hope youll be
very happy with me.
I'm very sorry about the dress,
Aunt Polly.
My father said it was
a size too big...
but that I should be glad
it wasn't a pair of boys trousers.
Well, that's hardly
anything to be glad about.
Well, my father always
used to say that people-
Yes, well, never mind
what your father used to say.
Supper is at 6:00 sharp.
And no one is ever late
for meals at this house.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Nancy will show you your room.
I'm very glad you sent for me,
Aunt Polly.
- Your home is very lovely.
- Well, thank you.
It must make you
awfully glad.
Glad?
That youre
so very rich.
Honestly!
Did I say
something wrong?
Well, let's just say there are about
sixty-eleven things...
you could have said
besides that.
I run a clean kitchen.
No shenanigans in here.
And you clean up after yourself,
you hear me?
Yes, ma'am.
- You sure it was Doc Chilton?
- Mrs. Tarbell saw him first.
Coming back after
all these years.
D- Does she know yet?
Old blabbermouth Tarbell
will see to that.
Now, mind what youre doing, and dont
spill your milk. Now, come along.
And you hurry up and change
your clothes and get back here.
- I need your help.
- All right, all right.
And if you see Angelica, tell
her to come down here too.
Okay.
Leaving me all alone here.
I'm very pleased to have
met you, Mrs. Lagerlof.
Now come along.
Hello.
What's his name, please?
His name happens
to be Elizabeth.
Oh, youre a girl.
Youre lovely.
Now, leave her alone
and come along.
H- How dc I address you,
please?
Well, just call me Nancy,
same as everybody else.
Oh, and this is Angelica.
She's the upstairs maid.
How dc you dc?
Psst! Psst!
At the back porch.
- You know who.
- Now?
Oh, for heaven's sake.
Oh, Angie, would you show
her to her room, please?
Oh, I still have two rooms
left to dc. I can't-
I'll help you with the bedrooms
in the morning.
- Oh, all right. Just this once.
- Thanks.
Will you get out of here! I've got
work to do. Get up to your room.
I turn my back for one moment,
and what dc you dc? You disappear.
- Now, dont spill that milk.
- Yes, ma'am.
Just got through
cleaning up this hall.
Yes, ma'am.
What are you doing now?
Who lives
in all these?
There's no one lives in them.
They're just there.
- What for?
- That's what being wealthy is.
You sure are a question-asker,
aren't you?
Now, hurry up.
Come on, come on.
Dont dawdle.
- Well, what's the matter?
- Nothing.
Oh, stuffy.
Not much of a room, is it?
But it's my own, anyway.
I'm glad of that.
Oh, and the bed's soft!
And it's got
a lovely window.
Whos that man
down there with Nancy?
None of your business.
Just make sure youre dressed
in time for dinner.
Youd think she'd dc better than this
for her own niece.
Almighty God, we thank thee
for thy bounty.
Grant unto us the grace ever
to live in dread of thee.
And bless this food
unto our nourishment...
that it may strengthen us
to dc thy will in all things.
Amen.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Nancy, would you bring another
glass of milk, please?
Yes, ma'am.
M- My clumsy clad hand.
Well, now,
there's no harm done.
Did you find your room
satisfactory?
Oh, yes.
It's very nice. Thank you.
You hadn't mentioned it,
so I just wondered.
I've never had a whole room
to myself before.
I must be higher up in the house
than anyone, aren't I?
Well, I'm not used to children's
noises around the house,
and that's the reason
I chose that one.
Oh, I'm-
I love it! I really dc.
Really.
Aunt Polly?
Do you ever have
steak and ice cream?
Are you complaining
about the food?
Oh, no.
It's delicious!
I just wondered.
I love steak.
Father always used to say that if we
ever had the money you have,
we'd have steak and ice cream
three times every day.
Pollyanna, I think we ought to get
one thing straight right now.
I dont want you constantly quoting
what your father used to say.
Do you understand?
Nancy?
I thought I made myself clear
about gentlemen callers.
Ma'am?
Now, dont pretend you
dont understand me.
I saw you and George Dodds
out in the summer house.
George has been every inch a gentleman
with me, and it's not any of your-
We won't discuss it.
If you want to remain on my staff,
I dont want you to see him anymore.
Do you understand?
Yes, ma'am.
This is no concern
of yours.
You can finish
your supper, Pollyanna.
I n the fall, I'll introduce you
to Mr. Bainbridge.
He's the principal
of our school,
and he'll decide what grade
youre to be in.
Pollyanna, I think
we should talk about you...
and your position
in this community.
Do you know why
it's called Harrington Town?
My mother said it was named
after my grandfather.
That's right.
And everyone in this town
looks to us to set a good example...
in the way we conduct ourselves,
in our duties and manners,
in what we think,
and even what we say.
So, we must be good examples
for everyone in everything we do.
- Is that clear?
- Yes, Aunt Polly.
Just remember
our family position...
and conduct yourself
properly and modestly.
Oh. You mean
what I said before?
I understand that now.
I'll never say
that again.
You understand what?
About the money.
I'm not supposed to be glad
we're so very rich. Huh?
Well, um, I think it's time for you
to get ready for bed, young lady.
May I kiss you
good night?
- Please?
- What?
Kiss you?
Mmm, I love you,
Aunt Polly.
Uh, uh, just a moment, please.
Come back here.
Turn around once.
That dress
is disgraceful.
Tomorrow we'll go into town
and get you some decent clothes.
Store-bought?
But of course.
Where else would we get them?
Out of an actual store?
New clothes?
Youre a Harrington now,
and I want you to look like one.
Yoo-hoo!
Pollyanna!
Walk up the stairs
like a lady, please.
Store-bought clothes.
What dc you think
of that, Elizabeth?
I wonder if she meant
new petticoats too.
And new garters and stockings
and underpants.
Dont tell anyone,
but it's wonderful
to be so rich, isn't it?
All right. I'll put most of them
on the front seat.
Move that yellow one,
Thomas.
No, not here.
That's the good one.
Nancy, somethings come up.
I'm going with Mrs. Tarbell.
Would you please
take Pollyanna home?
Yes, madam.
Oh, I'll take that box,
Pollyanna.
Now, get into
the car, miss.
Oh, Pollyanna, will you please
get into the car?
We've simply got
to get home.
Oh!
George, stop it!
Oh, Pollyanna, you dont know
my cousin Fred, dc you?
Your cousin Fred?
This is Pollyanna Whittier,
Miss Harringtons niece.
- The one whos come to live with her?
- Oh.
Oh, that one. Hello, Pollyanna.
How are ya, honey?
- Fine, thank you.
- Good.
Well, uh, how about this?
Running into you after all these-
What's it been, six years?
Say, hows your ma and pa?
Well, they're just fine.
You know, Pollyanna,
I dont take too much to relatives,
but this girl here, she was
always just like a sister to me.
I tell ya,
I love this cousin.
Will you cut it out?
Uh-huh.
Well, look, uh,
what are
you girls doing?
Howd you like to go get
a great big dish of ice cream, huh?
- Oh.
- No, that's a rotten idea.
She probably hates
ice cream, doesnt she?
Oh, probably.
Who me?
Oh, no, I love it!
Really?
You do? Well, now,
isn't that astounding.
Howd you ever develop
a taste for that awful stuff?
Oh, no, really!
I really do love it.
Well, I know
a wonderful place.
Come on, girls.
Follow old cousin Fred to the land
of strawberry frappe.
Unless youd rather go down the street
and have a beer.
Youre funny.
Hey, you two get down
off that truck right now!
How many times I told you to keep away
from the fire engine?
Jimmy Bean, I'm not gonna
tell you again. Get off that ladder.
You see, right up there,
under the eaves.
Well, just beyond the window there
is where it first-
- Howd it happen?
- Oh, the pipe's busted, Mayor.
Both them boilers
went up at the same time...
and before we knew it,
we was up to our necks in water.
- Mr. Geary!
- Uh, coming. Excuse me.
Well, the children are safe,
thank goodness.
I warned you about this and told you
we should dc something!
Now, perhaps,
you'll listen.
I've asked everyone to meet at my
house, and we'll discuss this calmly.
A fine orphanage this is.
Water pipes busting
all over the place.
Oh, Dr. Chilton.
Doctor, could you have a look
at Mr. Geary's arm, please?
Oh, just scalded it a bit.
Of course. Is there
a dispensary here?
Yes, Doctor. This way.
I wonder what's going on.
Listen, miss,
before we go in,
it might be just as
well not to mention
about the ice cream to your aunt.
My father told me
never to tell a lie.
Pollyanna.
I didn't mean
to tell a lie.
But there's no reason to bring up
the subject if it isn't mentioned.
I mean, about cousin Fred
and all.
I like your cousin Fred
very much.
Oh, he's all right,
I guess.
He's very handsome,
and he has a nice smile.
But there's something
sort of,
I dont know,
funny about him.
What dc you mean, funny?
I know what it is!
It's his name.
He doesnt look
at all like a Fred.
- What?
- He looks more like a George to me.
Pollyanna, wait a minute.
Pollyanna, I told you
to come directly home.
I know, Aunt Polly, but...
When I tell you to do something,
you must do it. There are rules...
Where have you two been?
It's almost 1:00.
Well, um, you see, ma'am...
Have you been carrying on
with George Dodds again?
Oh, it was my fault,
Aunt Polly.
What dc you mean,
your fault?
Well, I-I just
dawdled so.
It was the excitement
of the new dress, I suppose.
Polly, before Karl Warren
gets here, we must talk.
Oh, I suppose you're right.
Nancy?
Nancy, get into your uniform
and help with the luncheon.
Yes, ma'am.
And this is no place
for you, young lady.
- We have lots to do, so run along.
- Yes, Aunt Polly.
I'm sorry to start your
vacation off like this, Ed,
but this won't take long.
Dont worry about me, Uncle Karl.
I'll just wait out here.
Fine, fine.
Oh, Frieda, Bessie, they're
waiting for you in the conservatory.
Right in there, ladies.
Why, Edmond,
this is a surprise.
- Well, if it isn't young Dr. Chilton.
- Mrs. Tarbell.
I'll see if everyone's
ready for you, Polly.
Thank you.
It's nice
to see you again.
Are you just visiting?
Well,
I thought it was time for a vacation.
The first one
in five years.
I'm just waiting here
for Karl.
I won't be
in the way here, I hope.
No, no.
Of course not.
Seems strange being back
here again like this.
Polly, they're all ready for you.
I'll be right there.
Why dont you come in
and Join us?
No, I'd rather not butt in.
I'll wait here.
Well, they're
waiting for me.
Go ahead.
I'll be fine here.
- Hi, Nancy.
- Hi. You better get out of here.
Oh, I'm all right.
It should be parliamentary procedure.
Same as it always is.
Well, for once,
let's have facts.
We've always observed
regular procedure.
Oh, bunkum!
We're here because of an emergency.
- Everybody will be
talking at the same time.
Exactly. They'll all be
standing up trying to get the floor.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Is this the town meeting?
Oh, no.
It's in there.
I n the conservatory,
for heaven's sake.
Oh. Are you a member of
the Ladies' Aid group?
Oh, no.
I'm just a child.
I'm not even supposed to be here.
- Shh.
- What's your name?
Pollyanna Whittier. That's my aunt
over there, the pretty one.
This is her house,
and I live with her.
- Shh.
- Shh.
Wait just a moment, everybody.
We'll compromise.
We'll go to the
immediate problems first.
Good.
Amelia, wouldn't you like
to hear what Karl has to say?
All I'm saying is that it's time we
took some pride in that orphanage...
and put up a decent,
presentable building that
we could all be proud of.
That's all I'm saying.
And I've been saying it
for three and a half long years!
See,
he's always trying to get the floor.
No, I'm not at all.
Now, now.
No, I'm not!
H- Here, now-
Polly, he's completely
out of line on the whole thing.
Here now, if we'd all
be a little more quiet,
cooperative, orderly.
If we'd all stop shouting
and cooperate-
There is nothing wrong
with that building!
All it needs
is new plumbing.
Today the plumbing, tomorrow the roof
and the Lord knows what-
Excuse me, Reverend.
Who knows what's gonna happen next?
You were very happy when my father
donated the building to the town.
Oh, for Pete's sake,
Polly Harrington, listen to reason!
It's a dilapidated old relic!
The dining hall,
the dispensary.
Even my nephew, Dr. Chilton there,
he noticed that.
Ed, tell them what
you said.
Well, I dont think
I should say anything.
No, no, now, tell them what you said.
I want them to hear it.
Well, I got a look at the dispensary
when I fixed Mr. Geary's arm,
and I mentioned it seemed
a little inadequate for 32 children.
There you are.
Now youve heard it.
We all thank you
for your interest, Edmond,
but it's
an equipment problem.
We're talking about Harrington House,
which is a landmark in this town,
and I intend to see
that it stays that way.
We'll spend more to repair that
old building than to put up a new one.
It won't cost this town
one cent!
My father donated the
building to the town,
and I will stand the
cost of pipes, plumbing...
or whatever it is
that's necessary.
It's my duty,
and I will not shirk it.
I suppose there's not
one of you out there
that has the gumption
to say what you think.
Is there?
What about you, Reverend? Youre a man
of influence in this community.
- What dc you think?
- No, no, no.
I, uh, I never take sides
in these matters.
Oh, that's comfortable.
Ben, speak up. Come on.
Oh, Karl.
Charlie, what dc you say?
Well, say something!
Anybody!
We do have other
business to discuss.
- That is if youve finished, Karl.
- Oh, yes, I've finished.
There's your whole town council
and your whole city conscience!
You certainly dont need
me as mayor around here...
as long as youve got Polly Harrington
running everything!
Karl never changes, does he?
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're having a little light lunch.
Suppose we stop for a while
and have a bite?
If you ask me, Reverend Ford should
have taken sides with Mayor Warren.
He had the chance, and what'd he dc?
Said he never takes sides.
Stop sticking your
nose into their business
and get these sherbet
glasses out there.
We're out of spoons.
Well, wash some up. Dont
bellyache to me about it.
Youre in a fine mood,
aren't you?
Pollyanna, I thought
you could use this for your room.
Oh, thank you, Nancy.
Oh, it's gorgeous!
Oh, well, thanks for not spilling
the beans about you-know-who.
- About cousin Fred, you mean?
- Mm-hmm.
- Isn't he handsome?
- I knew it all the time.
- You did? How did you know?
- It was easy.
I saw you holding hands
under the table.
If you ladies got
nothing better to do
than sit there
gossiping and snickering-
Well, we're just
talking, Tillie.
Well, talk on your own time.
This sherbet's turning to mush.
All right. All right.
- Nancy?
- Hmm?
- You know that man?
- What man?
The one at
the train station.
The one that
was just here.
Well, what was he
to Aunt Polly?
Well, you might say they used
to be friends... sort of.
Do you think he's
gonna marry Aunt Polly?
Whos gonna marry her?
She means Dr. Chilton.
Hah! Fat chance. Whod wanna marry
old pickle-faced Harrington?
Nancy.
Are you and George
gonna get married?
Oh, we hope to someday.
Oh, I am glad.
I think everyone should be married.
And maybe,
when you dc marry George,
Aunt Polly will see how
happy you are,
and she'll be very glad
to get married herself, then.
Glad this, glad that. Do you have
to be glad about everything?
What's the matter
with you, anyway?
Oh, lay off her, Angie.
She's not hurting you.
Oh, the way she goes on.
Now, that's enough! You heard what
she said. Stop picking on the girl.
Now, take that sherbet out and
serve it the way you should. Go on.
Well, let's see what your aunt has
on the menu for tomorrow.
"Roast chicken."
Chicken every Sunday.
Your aunt has no imagination.
Oh, I love roast chicken!
I'm glad tomorrow's Sunday.
Ah, wait 'til tomorrow.
You won't be so glad.
Did you ever hear
of sour stomach?
Well, Sundays around
here give folks
sour stomach for the
whole rest of the week.
How come?
Wait 'til tomorrow.
Youll find out soon enough.
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly host
Praise Father, Son
And Holy Ghost
Amen.
Death comes unexpectedly!
And the God, Jehovah, will
execute his vengeance on ye...
who despise His dying love
and trample His benefits underfoot.
The unconverted soul,
the foolish children
of man do miserably
delude themselves in
the false confidence...
of their own strength
and wisdom.
They trust to nothing but a shadow.
But bear testament.
Death comes unexpectedly!
Now, you say, ah, no,
I had not intended it to come now.
I had laid out matters otherwise.
I thought my scheme good.
I intended to take effectual care,
but death came unexpectedly...
like a thief, outwitting me,
too quick for me.
Oh, cursed foolishness, that I
had fathered and pleased myself...
with vain dreams
of repentance.
But sudden destruction
caught me up...
and now He will
deal with you.
Now the Great King
of Heaven and Earth...
will abolish and
annihilate this pride!
Will crush
the hardened wretch...
of the polluted infinite abomination,
and rain on him...
a deluge
of fire and brimstone!
And where is
their strength, then?
Where are the great Leviathans
who defied God then?
Where is their courage, these, these,
these, these proud spirits?
Yes...
death comes unexpectedly.
And the dread judge
has the key of hell.
He shuts...
and no man opens.
In hell...
you will be reserved in chains
of darkness forever and ever.
This place of atonement,
of damned souls and misery,
with nothing to relieve you,
no comfort,
no water for
your parched tongues,
no place to rest
or take a breath,
but the everlasting, infinite
convulsions of misery...
forever!
And ever and ever!
Now, Isaiah has warned us,
on the day of vengeance,
the earth shall be laid to waste.
And the cormorant and the bittern
shall possess the land.
The raven and screech owl
shall dwell in it.
Dont stare at the
orphans, Pollyanna.
And who is man...
to think he can withstand
Gods mighty wrath?
Great mountains cannot stand
before this wrath.
Yea, He can lay the earth
to pieces in one moment...
or shatter the whole universe
with one stroke of His fiery sword!
How dreadful is the
state of those who
are in daily danger
of this great wrath,
this abyss of death
and despair.
Yet, this is
the dismal case...
of every soul in this congregation
who has not been born again,
however moral or strict, sober
and religious you may otherwise be.
There is no security
for the wicked...
because there are no
visible signs of death at hand!
Unconverted men walk over
the pit of hell on a rotten covering.
And there are innumerable places
on this covering so weak...
they will not bear
their weight.
And these places
cannot be seen.
The arrows of death fly
unseen as noonday.
God has many different
unsearchable ways
of taking the wicked
from this world.
Who here in this congregation
listening to this discourse...
will soon be visited
by this covenant of darkness?
There you are...
sitting there,
calm in your
knowledge of health,
secure in your well-being.
Yet who could suffer the agonies
of the damned tomorrow?
Yes, even today...
or maybe the next hour,
the next minute.
And if we were to know
which of you it was,
what an awful sight
it would be.
A soul...
doomed to the everlasting
bottomless pit...
of a divine wrath!
Yes,
death comes unexpectedly!
Amen.
Exactly.
I thought the reference to Jeremiah
at the finish was very effective.
- Didn't you, Mrs. Ford?
- Yes.
I, um,
sometimes wonder
whether it's necessary
to talk so furiously
at them, though.
Dear, Isaiah, Jeremiah and Ezekiel...
all recorded with
faming pens and power.
I can't deliver the
message with syrup.
Of course not.
Your voice is Gods instrument
and should be used accordingly.
Well, we try our best.
What'd I tell ya?
He sure sermonizes
something fierce, doesnt he?
Brimstone and damnation
on top of ham and eggs!
The one day a week
we have off.
I hate Sundays.
Ooh, I just hate them!
Breakfast still a hot
ball in our stomachs,
and him chewing our ears off
from that pulpit!
We get to have roast chicken, though.
I'm glad of that.
Are you gonna start that all
over again? Glad this, glad that.
What is all this ''glad'' business
you talk about?
Oh, just a game I play.
What kind of a game?
A game my father
taught me.
Helps sometimes.
Helps what?
When things aren't
going so well.
- That reverend!
- Huh. Away from the peas! Go away.
Folks Just hate the coming of Sunday
because of him.
Do you know why
I hate Sunday?
Because it means the starting
of another week.
That's true.
That's when you could
play the glad game.
Here it comes-
Miss Goody Two-Shoes...
is gonna find something
about Sunday to be glad about.
- Oh, lay off her, Angie.
- Oh, stop it!
If you knew how to play the game,
then you could find
something to be glad about too.
But you dont!
All right, Miss Smarty-Pants.
What's so good about Sunday?
- Well, there's always something.
- Huh.
You could be glad
because-
Well, because what?
Because it will be six whole days
before Sunday comes around again, huh?
That kid.
Hi.
Why dont you come out of the
front door like normal people?
They won't let us.
I can come out anytime I want
with my tree.
You can also fall and hurt yourself
badly. You shouldnt play in trees.
That's stupid.
Dont you believe in God?
Of course I dc.
But what's that got to dc with it?
He grew it there,
didn't He?
So I can climb out
anytime I want.
Youre much too young to go around
discussing things you
dont know anything about.
He did too!
Why else would it be there?
Shows youre
very Juvenile.
You aren't so much,
you girl!
'Sides, I'm something
you can't be.
I'm an orphan.
Go away from me,
please, little boy.
''Go away from me,
please, little boy.''
What is it you want?
I wanna go fishing.
You wanna come along?
Aren't you supposed to use a hook?
I don't have a hook.
Oh.
Hello.
Well, look whos here.
How are you?
Fine, thank you.
Caught anything?
Not yet.
What was it you and my
Aunt Polly fought about?
Now, where did you hear
about that?
Oh, just around.
But they won't discuss it
when I'm there.
Uh, would you mind
telling me what it was?
Well, Pollyanna, it's a strange thing
about arguments.
At the time they seem
very important.
But now...
you know, I can't even remember
what it was about.
Aunt Pollys very pretty.
Yes, I think she is.
Dont you?
Yes. I just said so.
I love her, but I dont love the way
she fixes her hair.
Years ago she used to wear it long
and soft down to her shoulders.
It was very soft.
It must have
been beautiful.
Yes, it was
very beautiful.
Did you used to be
in love with her?
Come on, Pollyanna,
let's go.
Reverend Ford and his wife
are with Aunt Polly now,
but they'll-
but they'll be leaving soon.
I suppose Aunt Polly will be alone
by herself most of the afternoon.
Well,
I- I better be going now.
Good-bye.
- You wanna know something?
- What?
Trees are the best things
in the world.
You can hide up in 'em, and people
dont even know where you are,
and they're walking
right beneath you.
- I never thought much about it.
- Well, they are.
- You wanna see something?
- What?
Come on.
I'll show ya.
It says,
''Keep out.''
Shh. Youve gotta
keep quiet.
You see that place?
- What about it?
- That's old man Pendergast's place.
He's the meanest man
in town!
Well, what are we
doing here?
Shh. Keep quiet.
Come on, Pollyanna.
This is his old wet basement
with rats in it.
He hates kids.
If he catches ya,
he throws ya down in his basement...
and keeps ya
for his slave.
Then what are we
doing here?
Because I wanna
show ya something.
There it is.
Up there.
The best climbing tree
in town.
Isn't it a beauty?
Well, of all the stupid
little Juvenile tricks!
Do you mean to tell me that you
brought me all the way up here...
Just to see a crummy old-
a crummy old tree?
Wait a minute, Pollyanna!
- Dont ya even wanna climb it?
- No!
Well, would ya
give me a boost?
Aw, come on.
Please.
All right.
All right.
Up this way.
More. Come on.
Higher.
A little bit higher.
Just a little bit more.
Little bit... higher.
Right-
Right there.
What are you doing here?
- Look out!
- I've gotcha!
Lemme go!
I've got you,
you little vandal.
Come back here, you little girl!
Come back here!
You wicked little boy.
I'm gonna get the constable this time.
- Lemme go! Lemme go!
- Just shut up! I'll teach you!
I'll teach you a lesson
you won't forget! Come here.
- Lemme go!
- Come on.
Lemme go!
You pay attention
to me.
I want you children to understand
that I do not want you on my property!
Keep away from me! Lemme go!
- Pay attention to me!
- You big bully!
I've told you 50 times to keep out
of that tree! You hear me?
You keep away from me.
I wasn't hurting anything!
I'm going to call the
constable this time
and see that you
keep off my property!
That's all there is
to it, do you hear me?
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it, you mean old man!
You let him go immediately!
Oh. You came back,
did you? Who are you?
My Aunt Polly will
send for the police,
and they'll find us in your old
rat-filled basement,
and youll go to jail!
Oh, they know about me,
do they?
Everything. All about the
children youve kidnapped
and turned into your slaves.
Serves 'em right for
trespassing on my property.
We weren't hurting anything.
We just wanted to climb
your old tree.
You fall out of that
tree and get hurt,
and I get sued by your parents.
I dont got any parents.
I'm an orphan.
Well, before I pitch you
into the basement with the others,
- what name do you go by, boy?
- Jimmy Bean.
Jimmy Bean. I like to keep
a record of your name, you see, Jimmy,
so that I can tell ya from
the rats down there in the basement.
- Lemme go!
- Come back here!
Oh, no, you dont.
You come back here.
- What am I going to do with you?
- I dont know, sir.
Well, it was getting too crowded
with kids in that basement, anyway.
All right, I'll let
you go this time,
but youve got to promise never
to come bothering me here again.
- You promise?
- Yes, sir.
Crocs your heart
and hope to die?
All right, get out.
Get out!
Go on. What are you
waiting for?
- You know what I think?
- No.
What do you think?
I dont think there's any kids
in your old basement.
I think youre just a big bluff.
Oh, you do, do you?
Well, put that down!
What are you doing touching things?
Dont touch anything. These are my
things, and I dont want them touched.
Just looks like a lot
of old dusty junk to me.
Well, you wouldn't know
anything about that, anyway.
Youre nothing
but a child.
Imagine criticizing
a beautiful antique of this kind.
Ugh.
Never heard
of such a thing.
- Howd you do that?
- What are you talking about?
That.
How do you make it?
Dont you know anything?
I didn't make it. The sun made it.
That's prismatic
reflected light.
Where from?
Where from?
Well, uh-
Oh, from here.
- You see these hanging crystals?
- Mm-hmm.
The sun's rays hit it, and it acts
like a prism. You understand?
- Sure, I understand.
- You do not.
You dont know what
a prism is, now, admit it.
It makes a rainbow
right on your wall.
Isn't it beautiful?
Yes, but when the sun sets,
it'll be gone.
So stop carrying on so.
Sure, but it'll be back again tomorrow
when the sun comes again.
- You have to admit that.
- I dont have to admit anything.
Hmm.
Well, I better be
going back home now.
Well, good-bye, Mr. Pendergast.
It was very nice meeting you.
And thank you for
showing me your house.
But I didn't show you my house!
You came barging in here!
Good-bye.
Kids. Kids today.
Well, you always were
unpredictable, Edmond.
Hello, Polly.
Coming here like this
without even calling.
Uh, won't you
sit down?
- Could I get you some sherry?
- Uh, no, thank you.
I ran into your niece
down at Walker's Creek.
We were talking about you,
and I thought, why not
stop by and say hello.
Why, that's very nice.
I dont know why Pollyanna
would be at Walker's Creek.
Oh, she was playing.
She told me youd be alone today.
There were so many people
around the other day,
we hardly had a chance to talk.
Yes, well, I'm sorry that meeting
got out of hand like that.
Who have you seen
since youve been back?
No one.
You knew that Carleen Donnelly
got married, didn't you?
No.
You remember her brother,
Beckett Donnelly?
- No.
- Of course you do.
- You two used to argue all the time.
- Well, I'm sorry, I dont.
Well, it really wasn't
that important.
I know what I'll do.
I'll give you a welcoming home party.
It might be nice to see
some of the old faces again.
I know that Gary and Nell
would love to see you.
Do you know that Nell has
eight children? It's the fifth one-
- Polly?
- What?
I'm not very good
at parties.
Please dont.
Well, I just thought you might like
to see some of your friends.
I came back to see you.
Well, that's
very fattering.
A busy person like you
remembering me.
I came back to see if you were married
and what had happened to you.
No, I'm just the same.
- Nothing has changed. Everything is-
- We made a mistake.
I came back to see if you
felt the same as I do.
Oh, but it's been
five years.
- You can't just pop out of-
- They were wasted years.
Tell me about
your work, Edmond.
We've heard that youve opened
a clinic in Baltimore.
And we're very
proud of you.
What was it you mentioned yesterday
about the orphanage?
- I don't remember.
- Oh, yes, you do.
It was something about
the dispensary.
It's inadequate for that
number of children, that's all.
Well, I want to modernize it.
Will you help us?
J just tell us what we need,
and I'll buy it.
It's a civic responsibility.
Why should you buy it?
Well, it isn't as if
I couldn't afford it.
What does that have to do with it?
Well, it's because I want to.
I feel I should.
After all, there is an obligation
to having wealth.
Haven't you learned yet that people
dont like false charity?
Well, I dont want
to talk about it anymore.
I dont know how we
got off on the subject.
Well, it isn't the way I wanted it.
Perhaps I should
come again another time.
Yes, perhaps you should.
And maybe you should
call first.
Yes, I'll do that.
Pollyanna, look at your new dress.
It's filthy.
And your shoes.
Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Polly.
I was playing, and I didn't realize.
What were you and Dr. Chilton
talking about?
Oh. Nothing.
We were talking
about your hair.
- My hair?
- Yes.
He said you used to wear it very long
and soft down to your shoulders.
He said it was beautiful.
Ah, yes, well... clean yourself up
for supper, dear.
Yes, Aunt Polly.
Here is the last
of the calf s-foot Jelly.
Oh, but, Aunt Polly,
please-
There'll be no nonsense
about it, Pollyanna.
This is a duty and a Job
that must be done.
And Nancy will show you where
the deliveries are
supposed to be made.
- What kind of deliveries?
- Charity baskets, child.
- Oh, the suffering in this world.
- Dwell on it.
Appreciate how lucky you are.
Now these two go first,
Nancy, and handle them with care.
Now, where is the one
for Mrs. Snow?
Oh, we took great pains to wrap that
attractively, knowing how she is.
- Yes, ma'am.
- And there'll be no dawdling.
And keep your clothes clean for
a change. Come on, off with you.
Come on, honey.
We've got three more to go.
Oh, just a minute, Nancy.
What's in the darn thing?
Um, I think that one's
calf s-foot Jelly.
Oh, you dont have to look at it
as though it was charity.
Just a gift from one friend
to another.
- Friend?
- Yes, I'm your friend.
Well, uh, I better
be going now. Good-bye.
People sure hate
to get charity.
- Isn't it the truth?
- And I dont blame them.
Do-gooders. Hah!
- Good-bye, Miss Ferd.
- Good-bye.
- Now, how does that go again?
- Um...
Barly one morning
Just as the sun was rising
Barly one morning
Just as the sun was rising
I heard a maiden singing
I n the valley below
One up.
Barly one morning
Just as the sun was rising
I heard a maiden singing
That takes care of
Mrs. Gaupherson, Miss Neely,
the Doppsils and the Ferds.
- Whos left?
- Just this one. Mrs. Snow.
And I wish this one
were over with.
What's wrong with her?
She's just plain crabby,
that's what's wrong with her.
You never met anyone
so cantankerous.
If it was Friday,
she'd wish it was Tuesday.
What did we bring
her today?
Uh, calf s-foot Jelly.
You wait and see.
She's bound to wish she had chicken.
And if we brought her chicken,
she'd want lamb broth.
She's just cantankerous!
Millie?
Nancy, come on in.
- How are you?
- Hello there.
- Hello.
- Uh, this is Pollyanna Whittier.
Oh, sure. I heard you were coming
to stay with your aunt.
And this is Mrs.
Snows daughter Mildred.
How do you do?
How do you do?
Where were you last night?
We waited and waited.
At the hayride, I know.
My mother said I could go,
and at the last minute,
she changed her mind.
She had come kind of,
I dont know, upset stomach.
Stop that noise in there! Haven't you
any respect for a dying woman?
Oh, honestly.
She was so crotchety today.
I'm just worn to a frazzle.
This morning I fixed her
a cup of coffee as usual.
You know, I brought it in.
She didn't want coffee this morning.
- This morning she wanted tea.
- I dont know how you stand it.
I dont know, either.
Had to make her a new cup of tea.
Remember the day I
brought the currant jelly?
Yes!
I had currant jelly
from here to there.
She threw it at you!
- Hello.
- Who are you?
And what're you doing
in my bedroom?
- Uh, uh, I'm Pollyanna Whittier.
- Who?
- Miss Harringtons niece.
- Oh.
The Ladies' Aid has
sent me with this.
- Yeah? What is it?
- Calf s-foot Jelly.
Calf s-foot Jelly.
Oh, and I had my heart set
on lamb's broth today.
You mean chicken,
dont you?
What's that?
Well, they told me you always wanted
chicken when you were brought Jelly.
Youre a Miss I impertinence,
aren't you?
Come here.
Come right over here.
You have a stubby
little nose.
What do you
think about that?
I know it.
I wish I were pretty like you.
Oh, dont you try
to butter me up.
I'm not at all pretty.
Oh, but you are.
And you dont look sick at all.
Well, that shows you what
a stupid little girl you are.
Go on. Get out
of my way.
Why, I'm right on
death's doorstep.
Just hanging on
by sheer willpower.
If you had to lay here day after day
and day after day,
and youd call anybody, and your
daughter- Put that down! Stop it.
And she wouldn't come.
She's gallivanting somewhere.
And the doctor,
all he gives you is pills.
Just pills and bills, that's all.
- What are you staring at?
- Your prisms.
- My what?
- Your prisms.
Did you know they paint rainbows
on your wall?
Oh?
See? On that wall
over there.
Howd you do that?
I said, I'm too old and smart
for that old saw, Fred Pallegrew.
Well, I should say so.
You turn that horse
around and head out
from underneath this
covered bridge right now!
I'll bet that
cocled his heels.
You shouldve seen
his face.
- More coffee?
- Oh, please.
It's awful quiet
in there.
I wonder what's
going on.
More to your left.
To your left, you silly girl.
What's the matter with ya?
Now, there, there.
- That's not bad at all.
- Not bad?
It's gorgeous.
I think it was a fine idea.
Dont be taking credit.
I suggested stringing them up there.
Why, Mrs. Snow,
that's a fib!
It was my idea.
It was my idea
to use the string.
You didn't know how to do it
'til I suggested the string.
Youre impertinent.
I dont like you at all.
I'm sorry.
When are you
coming back again?
Tomorrow, I guess.
I'll see you then.
Well, if I'm not
in my grave.
Bye.
Bye.
All right, Nancy.
- Good-bye, Millie.
- Good-bye, Nancy.
- Good-bye, Pollyanna.
- Bye.
Don't stand there.
Go on and fix a cold pack
for my headache. Go on.
- Go on!
- Yes, Mother.
Let's get some
gumption around here.
Let's start acting
like a community.
Hey, Doc,
you just sit there
chewing on that straw.
Put in your two bits worth.
What do you think?
I came here to fish, Charlie. I dont
want to butt in to your affairs here.
Ben Tarbell!
Where you sneaking off to?
You folks are biting off
a pretty big chew with all this talk.
Come on, Ben.
Get it said.
A lot of us have got vested interest
in the Harrington companies.
Our wives belong
to her Ladies' Aid group.
My woman would skin me alive
if I was to go opposite
to Polly Harrington,
and that's the truth!
I'm sorry.
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All right, let's get our
hands out of our hip pockets
and find a way to raise some money.
Are you with me?
Barly one morning
Just as the sun was rising
I heard a maiden singing
in the valley below
What's happening?
That's first thing
in the morning.
Charlie Gorman, that means eight men
assigned to you for carpentry.
- Dan Seymcor'll supply the
1- by-12s. Right, Dan? - Right.
Mary, youve got to
get that cocking done.
Of course, youve got
that other thing to run.
Yes, Karl, I'll take care
of the chicken.
- Hi, Pollyanna.
- Hi. I'll be back in a minute, Nancy.
- Hi, honey.
- Hi. What's going on?
Lady, you are looking at the elected
head of the entertainment committee.
Old Uncle George.
- Entertainment committee for what?
- Well-
If we get the corn, you can
take that whole thing out of there.
You can count on me
to haul in that lumber!
Use the big truck.
We're gonna have the best
bazaar youve ever seen.
We sure are.
- A bazaar?
- to raise money for a new orphanage.
It's the first time folks have stood
together against Polly Harrington.
Did you know there's
going to be a bazaar?
Yes!
With corn on the cob and ice cream and
everything! Can kids come, George?
Well, of course they-
George?
Now, where'd you get
that name?
Oh, stop.
She's known it all along.
And you didn't
tell your aunt?
Well, what did you think
I was, a snitch-baby?
- Youre a good girl.
- When's it gonna be?
Sunday night, a week.
Let me tell you about it.
What a night.
An extravaganza.
And I'm in charge of
all the entertainment.
Picture it, ladies.
Darkness.
And out of the night, 50 bicycles
appear moving down the square.
And hanging from
their handlebars,
200- 200 gorgeous
Japanese lanterns.
Hey, Pollyanna.
Wait for me.
Where are you going?
There's a big bazaar,
and I'm helping.
Hey, wait a minute!
What's it for?
It's an extravaganza.
Picture it.
Darkness.
Fifty bicycles.
Two hundred gorgeous
Japanese lanterns swinging.
And I'll be on the lead bicycle,
riding right out in front.
Oh, boy!
Can I help?
All right.
Come on.
- Where you going now?
- Mr. Pendergast's.
Youre going back?
Youre nutty.
What are you doing
back here?
Oh, just came
to say hello.
Tell you something
about your prisms.
Well, what about them?
Well, aren't you going
to invite me in?
Invite you in?
No more privacy than a goldfish.
All right, come in.
But you can't stay long!
Can he come in too?
- Can who come in?
- Jimmy Bean.
Come on!
Don't be a scare-baby.
Oh, come on!
Dont touch anything.
Well, why didn't you just invite
the whole town while you were at it?
Oh, I just wanted to show Jimmy
the rainbow on your wall.
- Do you mind?
- Huh!
All right.
Go ahead! Go ahead!
Kids. Drive ya crazy.
It's getting so a man can't
call his home his own anymore.
And where do you think
it comes from?
Through this little
piece of glass.
- Explain it to him, Mr. Pendergast.
- I've got work to do.
Dont you know anything
about refracted light there, boy?
It's the sunlight
coming through-
I'll do the explaining if you
dont mind, little Miss Know-It-All.
Now, boy,
you see here the-
Dont they ever cut your hair
in that darned orphanage?
I like it
the way it is.
Look at you. So much hair, you look
like youre wearing a coonskin cap.
- Lemme go, will ya?
- Anyway,
about the refracted light.
Oh, yes.
Now, pay attention, boy.
You see the shape of this crystal?
That is a prism.
The light is tripped
by that angle.
That refracts the
ray, splits the colors,
defuses them at an oblique angle...
and bends it out into
a dispersed color band.
You understand?
What he means is...
the sun comes through here
and paints a rainbow. You see?
Oh, I understand.
Can I try it once?
Please?
Go ahead.
But dont break anything.
Do you know Mrs. Snow?
Well, I've just come
from her place,
and we strung a whole bunch
of them up across her window.
You should see
what that does.
- Let's try it.
- All right.
Oh, no!
I've got work to do.
If we had some wire
or a piece of thread,
we could string 'em up
across the whole window.
Oh, we could,
could we?
Do you kids think I've got nothing
better to do than to play silly games?
Well, dont stand there
looking at me like that.
There's string in that box over there.
Go and get it.
Oh, dear, dear, dear.
Oh, my goodness!
- Look.
- Yeah.
Look.
See over here?
- Look on that door.
- It's on the door. Can you see?
Look.
Oh, it's gorgeous!
The most beautiful room
in the entire world.
It's not bad, is it?
It's not bad at all.
That dining room
looks awfully gloomy.
Why dont we do
the same thing in there?
- Oh, boy, let's go!
- No.
What do you mean, ''no''?
I thought you enjoyed it.
Well, it's what I came
to see you about, Mr. Pendergast.
You see, they're having
a big bazaar in town,
and they're trying to raise enough
money to build a new orphanage.
- I like the old one.
- Be still.
Anyway, they need help, and everyone's
supposed to bring somebody else.
And I want to bring you.
What for?
They're having all kinds
of stands to sell things:
hooked rugs, quilts
and crocheted tablecloths.
And we could have a stand
and sell these- rainbow makers!
I'll bet everyone
would buy one.
I never go into town, and I dont
believe in community projects.
But they need you!
They need me?
Of course they are sort of attractive
little things, aren't they?
I just wonder if folks
would buy a thing like this.
I wonder.
Now, I'm not trying to sell you
the brass, but it is durable.
Well, the silver's pretty, and I think
youre right about the brass.
Oh, I dont know.
I just can't make up my mind.
Of course the effect of silver
is always in good taste.
Hello, Mrs. Snow.
Well, where hare you
been, you naughty girl?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I've been helping for the bazaar.
- Hello, Mr. Murg.
- How do you do?
What have you got there?
Dont bring those dirty rags in here!
- Get them off my bed!
- Oh, they aren't dirty rags.
They're patchwork squares.
Mrs. Gaupherson made them.
I thought, perhaps, youd like
to stitch them together...
to make a patchwork quilt
for the bazaar.
- What an impertinent child!
- Listen!
You just take them
right out of here!
I'm not going to do
anything of the sort!
But everyone's helping: Mr. Neely,
the Julians, and even old Mrs. Thurm.
Oh, she wants me to work
in my condition.
Dont bother
Mrs. Snow, girl.
She's a very sick woman.
I thought it might give you something
to do instead of just lying around.
I mean, the bazaar's
for an awfully good cause.
Well, it's a waste of time.
Nobody'll come to
it. You wait and see.
- That's right.
- Why not?
Because of your aunt.
That's why not.
Well, I dont
understand.
Well, we do.
Dont we, Mr. Murg?
- Indeed we do.
- Mm-hmm. Good. Well.
Now, about this
white satin.
I think it's lovely.
This is my first choice.
- And I think the best one.
- Yes.
It'll look lovely
against the brass handles.
Are you having
a dress made?
Don't be impertinent.
I'm picking the lining
for my coffin.
That's right.
But youre not
gonna die!
Does she have
to be here?
Go on into the kitchen
and talk to Mildred.
Now- Now, this satin
is lovely.
Well, it's all
settled then.
Thirteen yards
of the white satin...
at $ 1.20 the yard.
And the brass
coffin handles.
Well, all right.
All right.
Write it up.
Stop frowning
at me like that.
What's the matter
with you?
Well, it's just that-
Well, a person shouldnt
think about dying so much.
- I dont want you to die.
- Oh, bless you for that.
Seems everyone else
can't wait.
I'm not supposed to talk
about my father at home,
but I guess
it's all right here.
My father used to say,
''A person should
think about living.''
Why dont you go
outside and play?
Hush up. I want to hear
what she has to say.
- Yes, Miss Snow, yes.
- It just reminded me...
about my father
and the doll.
You see, I always
wanted a doll,
but we never had enough money
for things like that.
My father was a minister.
But surely he could afford
a little thing like a doll.
Well, he couldnt.
We had to have the money for food.
- Oh, for heaven's sake.
- Shh.
So, anyway, my father wrote
to the missionary people...
and asked them to please send
a little secondhand doll.
Well, it was
a funny mistake.
When the missionary barrels came,
instead of a doll,
they sent a pair
of crutches.
Well, of course I was
rather disappointed,
so my father made up
the glad game!
The what game?
She's been pestering
folks all over town
with this sunshine
and happiness thing.
Hearts and flowers.
Enough to make you sick.
Hush up.
I want to hear it.
Certainly.
Anyway, about the crutches,
my father said,
''Dont let's be gloomy.
Let's try and find something
to be glad about.''
So, we made a game of it.
The glad game.
- The glad game.
- Shh!
So, anyway, we played
the game and after a while,
I forgot about the doll
and being gloomy.
And you know what?
I found a reason for being glad.
Well, there's nothing happy
about a pair of crutches.
Well, we were glad that
we didn't have to use them.
Why must you bedevil...
this poor dying woman with
your childish, silly little stories?
I just thought
she could play the game!
You could be glad you dont
need this horrid old coffin!
You could help others by making the
patchwork quilt for the
orphans if you wanted!
You ought to forget about dying,
and be glad youre living!
Oh, I dont care
what you do.
I'm not going to come
and see you anymore.
I- I didn't mean
to hurt her feelings.
She's serious about it,
isn't she?
Oh, please, please,
Mr. Murg, leave me alone.
I'm sorry if I've-
Please.
Please, leave me alone.
Ben told me yesterday they've been
organizing. About 50 of them.
And Ed Chilton's got a
finger in the pie too.
Edmond?
Gave them the idea, is what he did.
And that's not all.
It couldnt have
been Nancy.
I tell you she was there.
Jesse told me.
Well, I'd fire that girl so fast,
it would make her head swim.
And that child!
Your own niece!
Helping them.
Pollyanna!
Just a moment.
Mrs. Tarbell tells me youre
involved with that bazaar.
Well, I won't have it.
But, Aunt Polly,
I'm part of the fag!
We won't discuss it. I dont want you
to see those people anymore.
And that's an order!
Yes, ma'am.
The blessings
youve heaped on that child,
and her working with
those people against you.
Get down my cake tins, Angie.
We're going to work.
Doing what?
Thinks she's the queen
of Sheba, does she?
Well, she can't stop us
from helping with that bazaar.
We're going to bake cakes,
dozens and dozens of them.
Where you gonna get
the ingredients?
Where do you think?
Oh.
Youre getting paid,
aren't you?
Not to be kicked!
He kicked me in the stomach.
Now, Jimmy, youve got to stop
kicking Mr. Hooper and sit still!
I dont wanna get
my hair cut!
Hey, Jed, get that hammer out back,
and we'll nail his shoes to the chair.
- Mayor.
- Mr. Pendergast.
You should be ashamed of yourself,
Ben Tarbell!
I paid for the tickets.
Will you let it go at that, Karl?
- I just can't show up at your affair.
- You ain't the only one, Ben.
What do you mean by that?
Claire, I just came from
your newspaper office.
What's the matter
with those fellas?
They said they couldnt handle
this ad for our bazaar.
Will you go over
and straighten them out?
Now, take it easy, Doo. Our space
is all sold, and I can't go around-
Tell them the truth.
Why lie to the man? Youre a coward.
It isn't Baltimore up here, Doo.
This is a small town.
You know as well as everybody our
newspaper is owned by
the Harrington family.
Liver-bellied bunch
of miserable sheep!
Now, take it easy, Pendergast.
It's the way things are.
I say that youre all chicken-livered,
and I'm sick and tired-
Just a minute, just a minute!
The thing is this.
Most folks here make a living out of
Polly Harrington some way or another.
We can't afford
to antagonize her.
Can't afford
to antagonize her?
Just dont be surprised if come Sunday
night nobody shows up at your bazaar.
I dont believe that.
Well, youre coming,
aren't you?
Claire? Charlie?
People are just
plain scared to, Karl.
They're afraid of Polly Harrington
paying 'em back later.
- She'll do it too. You know her.
- Now, look.
We've all taken a cut or
two at the Harringtons,
but she wouldn't do
a thing like that.
If you think I'm intimidating
a whole town-
Oh, Polly, you know
what I mean.
No one will make
a move in this town
without the Harrington
stamp of approval.
Oh!
Karl Warren sent you,
didn't he?
He knew no one would
cooperate without me.
Nobody sent me.
I just wanted it made clear you
dont mind if the others cooperate.
You needed my help.
Why dont you admit it?
Won't let your guard down
for a minute, will you?
Still suspicious.
Still dont trust anyone.
Nothings changed,
has it, Polly?
Youre still as opinionated
as ever.
If that's what you mean.
Oh, Angelica.
Dr. Chilton is leaving.
Keep busy, Polly.
Lots of meetings and civic duties
and obligations.
It's a poor substitute for
what's really wrong with you.
I knew I could count on you
for some lofty clinical observations.
Would you like to be paid
for your diagnosis?
This one's on the house.
There's no medical
term for it.
You can give everything
but love.
It's as simple as that.
- Angelica.
- Mum?
See that the flowers in the
conservatory get fresh water.
I found them dry
again today.
Yes, mum.
Did you hear how
he told her off?
Like water off
a duck's back to her.
That woman's got
no feelings at all.
How'd it go, Ed?
Stubborn, mule-headed woman. Just like
her father. I shouldve known better.
- What did she say?
- A lot of foolish nonsense.
What she really wants
is for us to go begging to her.
Get her sanction, permission from
the queen to gather in the streets.
- Hi, Nancy.
- Hi, dear.
- What's the matter?
- Oh, nothing.
It's a doggone shame
after all the work folks put into it.
- Is the bazaar off?
- It looks that way.
- Why?
- You wouldn't understand.
- Is it because of Aunt Polly?
- Yes.
It takes a word from someone
who isn't under her thumb.
Fat chance you got, Ed.
She's got her finger
in nearly everything:
the bank, the mills,
the paper, real estate.
Harrington Town, a fine thing.
One woman owning a town.
Well, like it or not,
that's what she does.
- Nancy.
- Yes?
- She doesnt own the church.
- That's right.
What did you say?
Um, I just said that
nobody could own a church.
Our social structure
in this small town
seems to teeter on
a delicate balance,
one which I certainly cannot
in any way attempt to influence.
A man of God cannot
be taking sides in these feuds.
But all we want is a
word from you, Reverend.
No.
Just let the people know tomorrow
you're in favor of us.
I won't use that pulpit
for public announcements.
Then youre siding with her
by not mentioning it!
I am not. I'm staying completely out
of it, and that's all there is to it.
Reverend Ford, if youll just
let us say that youre in favor.
There's nothing more
to discuss.
- This is all just impossible.
- I'm afraid youre right.
Thank you,
Reverend Ford.
You see, I- Of course
you understand that...
personally I think
it's a good cause
and all that, and I
wish you luck with it.
Thanks a lot.
I guess Pollyanna was wrong.
Now, what has she got
to do with this?
She said nobody
could own a church.
- Hello, Mrs. Ford.
- Hello, dear.
- What are you doing here?
- Aunt Polly sent me.
Uh, something
for Reverend Ford.
Oh, he's just
back up there.
Oh, yes, I saw him.
Thank you.
- It's a lovely day, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.
And he sayeth unto them,
the wicked shall
be punished!
The wicked shall
be punished.
Their poison is like
the poison of serpents.
But they shall feel
the gall of asps within them!
How many times have I
stood on this pulpit...
and warned you,
cautioned you again and again?
A house divided against itself
cannot stand.
A kingdom divided against itself
can be brought to desolation.
If you are an enemy
to one another,
then you are
an enemy to God!
Am I reaching out to you?
Do you understand my words?
Well,
week after week,
I stand here...
reaching out to you,
begging you to understand.
Yet week after week,
the same wickedness persists!
The same dissension,
the same belligerence,
the same feuding...
until you are
10,000 times...
more abominable in
the eyes of God...
than the most hateful,
venomous, violent,
vicious-
You.
What are you doing here?
Oh, nothing. Um, I mean,
I was looking for you.
Uh, Aunt Polly
sent you this.
- Now, what is it?
- Uh, I dont know.
I'm sorry I disturbed
your practice.
Would you like someone to
practice your sermon on?
No, thank you, child.
Uh, Mother and I used
to be an audience to my father...
when he was practicing
his sermons.
- H-He was a minister, too, you know.
- Yes, yes, so he was.
Uh, do you like being
a minister?
Do I like being a-
Now, why would you ask
a thing like that?
Oh, the way you looked just then
reminded me of my father.
Once I saw him sort of sad like that
and I asked him.
And what did he say?
Oh, well, he said
he was glad he was,
but it made him sad
sometimes...
when he just couldnt seem to
get through to his congregation.
Sounds familiar.
I suppose every minister of God
faces the same problem.
Mmm, I suppose.
Tell me, did your father
ever solve the problem?
Well, he read something one day
that he said helped him.
I n the Bible?
No. Just something
he read someplace.
He had it put
on this chain.
He wore it always.
It's all I have of his.
''When you look
for the bad-''
Ohh! It always
makes me cross-eyed.
- May I?
- Mmm.
''When you look for the bad
in mankind expecting to find it,
''you surely will.
Abraham Lincoln.''
He was the president.
Yes, yes, I know.
But I never heard
that before.
Neither had my father.
Anyway, he said it
started him thinking.
And from then on, he was going to look
for the good in people.
That's when we both started searching
through the Bible for the texts.
The texts?
Yes, you know.
My father called them
the glad passages.
You know,
the happy ones...
like, um, uh...
''Shout for Joy,'' or...
''Be glad in the Lord.''
You know, like that.
There are 800 happy texts.
Did you know that?
No, I didn't
know that.
Yes, well, there are.
And, you know,
my father said,
''If God took the trouble to tell us
800 times to be glad and rejoice,
he must have wanted us
to do it. ''
Oh, I better be going now.
I'm sorry I disturbed your practicing.
I'll see you later.
Uh, good-bye.
Good-bye,
Reverend Ford!
''Dear Reverend,
''I've taken the liberty of
Jotting down a few thoughts...
''and some text
from Matthew...
which I thought you might want
to use in your sermon tom-''
Oh, my God.
What have I done?
What have I done?
Dear, are you all right?
Nobody owns a church.
No one.
Apoorypha.
Boolesiasticus 30.
Paragraph 22.
''Gladness of the heart
is the life of man.''
Now, this is one
of the rejoicing...
or happy texts.
A young member of our parish
pointed out to me...
that there are 800 such
happy texts in our Bible.
Well, she was wrong.
There are, to be exact,
I know because I stayed up most
of last night counting them.
I intend to read one
of them every week.
And that should take us, according
to my calculations, through 16 years,
if I'm around here
that long.
Well, I can promise you this-
If I am here,
our visits with God on Sunday
are going to be happier...
and more rejoicing too.
Uh-
Now, what I have
to say now...
is very difficult for me,
but it must be said.
I look out to you now...
and realize...
after four years
in this congregation,
I dont even know you.
I look out to you now
not as my congregation,
but as people,
and I say to myself,
how sad it is to have missed
those four years.
Four years when we
could have been friends.
I should have been looking
for the good in you,
and I... I failed you.
And I apologize for this.
God is forgiving,
but it's not Gods forgiveness
I beg, it is yours.
I'm not going to speak
about this anymore now.
It's a lovely day outside,
so let's go outside and enjoy
this Sunday for a change.
And while youre out
appreciating the sunlight,
Just give a little thought
to whos sending it down to you.
Stop it, please!
One more thing, please.
Please, sit down!
Please, just one more thing.
I'm sorry.
But there's to be a charity bazaar
in the band park tonight.
It's for a good cause.
And, um, I want to go on record
as being 100% for it.
So, let's all go out there and have
ourselves some fun because, um-
Well, if youre not there-
Let me put it this way.
If youre not there,
I'll lam into ya something fierce
when I get you in here next week!
And you know
I can do it too!
We've been needing that.
Where's Pollyanna?
I dont know.
I haven't seen her.
Be careful when you
put those in the car.
Dont you smudge that frosting.
Keep your fingers outta there.
Shh, shh, shh.
Nancy? Angelica?
Shh. Shh.
Where's Pollyanna, please?
She's gotta be there.
It's a big bazaar tonight.
Pollyannas gotta be there,
or she'll ruin the fag.
Well, Pollyanna is too young
to be out alone at night.
Couldnt you bring her?
No, I could not.
Good night.
Jiminy. Oh!
Pollyanna!
What are you doing
up here?
Youll fall.
Youll fall and kill yourself,
you big silly.
You gotta come. Youll spoil
the fag if you dont show up.
I can't.
Aunt Polly won't let me.
Come on.
She'll never know.
Don't look down.
- I dont think I want to try it.
- Come on. Give me your hand.
I'll help you across.
Come on. Basy.
Basy. Real slow.
Grab that for me.
All right.
Dont look down.
Are you sure it's safe?
I'm sure it's safe.
It's ripe, it's lovely!
There you are, folks.
The finest watermelon at a penny
a slice. You cannot have finer.
There's the best you could
possibly have. Isn't that good?
Here you are. Wrap
yourselves around that.
Thank you very much.
You bet.
There you are, my dear.
- Isn't it wonderful?
- Yes.
Reverend Ford, Mrs. Ford,
nice to see ya.
We have a booth
over here.
There you are, sir. This beautiful,
soon-to-be patented rainbow maker.
Youre going to be very
happy with it, sir.
Hurry! Right this way,
ladies and gentlemen.
Well, where in the heck
have you been?
Well, they're looking
for you everywhere.
Go and get into your costume now.
Jimmy, go and have
some fun for yourself.
This way,
ladies and gentlemen!
Oh, that looks delicious,
Mrs. Lagerlof.
Thank you, Mrs. Leifer.
Just pay on the other side.
- There you go, my dear.
- Thank you, Mrs. Lagerlof.
Youre very welcome.
Pollyanna! Will you go and get into
your costume? They're waiting for you.
Now, who do you
suppose this is?
Mrs. Snow!
Here, here. Now, you can take this
and raffle it off.
You finished it. Oh, it's gorgeous!
Mrs. Snow, it's beautiful!
Hi, Millie.
Good evening, Mrs. Snow.
Darling, listen, honey,
youve gotta hurry.
- They're waiting for you.
- Och, quilt.
Well, I'll take it
to the quilt stand.
Now, you skedaddle as fast as you can
and put on your costume. Run!
A nice homemade patchwork quilt.
No home is complete without one.
Corn on the cob. There's
some salt over there.
Can I have some more?
Finish those first, then
come back and have some more.
Delicious corn on the cob.
- One?
- Right here.
Pollyanna,
will you hurry up?
Everybody else is dressed
and waiting for you.
But I never got a
chance to have any fun!
Oh, come on.
Yes, youll
win yourself a beautiful doll.
A beautiful doll if ya
fish in the fishing pond.
Step right up, folks!
I am not going to budge.
I've had just enough
of your nonsense.
Youre going to join
in with the others
and make this a
town, not a dynasty.
Get down out of that car, Amelia!
I'm warning you!
Move!
Good evening, folks.
Come on and fish
and wish for a surprise!
Now, you have to think about
what you want and wish very hard.
I understand.
I'm wishing.
Do you know what you want?
All right.
Hey, there she goes.
The young lady's going down after it.
What we gonna get there?
Come on. Step right in there, folks.
Fish in the magic fishing pond.
Everybody step right up here.
It's only two cents. Drop a line,
and fish for your surprise.
It's the most exciting game
at the bazaar. Come on, folks.
Fish and wish.
Get your bamboo pole here.
Two cents. Hey!
Lookee there!
The little lady just pulled up-
Oh, my gosh! Look!
She's mine.
Oh, how did they know?
Right here, step right up.
Well, Reverend,
show 'em how to do it.
No, I haven't pitched
since my college days.
Hey, Reverend, bet you couldnt hit
the broadside of a barn.
Yaaaaa!
Who is that?
Charley MacAndrews up there?
- What about it?
- Here, hold this.
Ah, leave your coat on.
Youre not gonna hit anything, anyhow.
Buy some corn
with the money.
You know, I've been trying to get
you baptized for the past three years!
And he throws... and misses again!
Look out, look out, look out!
I did it!
Oh, beautiful
for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain
America, America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good
with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
Oh, beautiful
for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
#Above the fruited plain
#America, America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good
with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
Take you home again, Kathleen
Across the ocean
wild and wide
- Thank you. Good night.
- Good night.
Thanks for the ride.
Where your heart
has never been
Since first you were
my bonnie bride
The roses all have
left your cheeks
My heart just fades away
and dies
I'll take you home
again, Kathleen
I never! The way they
bought up those cakes.
It's a lot of money for that.
- What is it, mum?
- I thought I heard something.
Lord, have mercy!
Oh, my goodness!
Oh, Angelica, call
the doctor quickly.
Oh, my God.
If you dont mind,
I'd like to speak to all of
you in the salon for a moment.
Nancy, when Miss Pollyanna
feels better,
I want you to move
all of my clothes
and my personal belongings
into the next room.
- Yes, ma'am.
- I want her to stay where she is.
It's a larger room,
and it has a much nicer view.
And it looks as though she's going
to have to remain there
for quite some time.
You might as well know that
Pollyannas legs are paralyzed.
She doesnt know it yet,
and I dont know exactly
how I'm going to tell her.
I... just dont know how
I'm going to tell her.
I came as soon as I heard.
How is the child?
Pollyanna!
Come on down and play!
Pollyanna!
We'll go swimming.
Want to?
- Pollyanna!
- Boy! Boy!
Boy, boy, stop that. Stop that.
Now, you go away from here.
But I want to play
with Pollyanna.
Pollyanna can't play
because she's had an accident.
Now, you go on home
like a good boy.
Go on, hurry up.
Go on.
Hurry up. Go on.
God works in ways
mysterious to man.
Dont speak to me
about God!
Say what you think!
I can see it in your eyes.
- They blame me, dont they?
- No, no. Nobodys blaming you.
But it's true,
isn't it?
I could have been
the least bit understanding.
That child lies up there
because of me.
Polly, the mercy of God
is forgiving-
Oh, what kind of a
merciful God could allow
a thing like this
to happen to a child?
And if He were merciful,
why did He let her come to our town?
Let me tell you something,
Polly Harrington.
Sunday a miracle
happened in this town.
Oh, this town!
Yes, this town.
Right out there in that street the
people are smiling at one another.
Go on, take a look for yourself.
It's very contagious.
Just think, Polly.
If she had never come to this town-
We ought to get down on our knees
and thank God for sending her to us.
Excuse me, mum.
Dr. Chilton wants to see you.
Now, you understand everything
I told you, dont you, dear?
And there's nothing
to be afraid of.
- What is it, Edmond?
- I told Pollyanna about her injury.
She understands.
Dont you, dear?
We're gonna take you to Baltimore
for an operation so
you can walk again.
You hear that, honey?
Now, why dont we all
cheer up.
Let's see if we can't find something
to be glad about your staying in bed.
Um... ch, I know!
This way we can all have
steak and ice cream!
Did you know that your aunt
ordered it for you?
Now you find something
to be glad about.
We'll play the game.
Well...
I suppose I could
be glad because-
Yes, go ahead, darling.
No. It was a silly game.
I hate it.
I'll never want
to play it again.
Leave me alone.
Please try to understand,
Pollyanna.
Youre such a part
of our lives now.
Nancy and Angelica,
Mrs. Lagerlof.
And I love you as if
you were my own little girl.
Won't you give me
that chance?
Please?
- Put these in too, Mr. Thomas.
- All right.
And tell Dr. Chilton
that the car's all ready.
Yes.
Yes, we're leaving immediately
on the 11:30 train.
Well, check
the arrival schedule.
Make sure we're met
with an ambulance.
I want complete X rays the minute
we arrive. Yes. Thank you.
Is the operation
dangerous?
Yes, it's very
delicate.
Youre coming,
aren't you?
I need your permission
to operate.
Edmond.
There's something worrying you,
and I want to know what it is.
We can only do so much with surgery.
A great deal depends on her.
This depression
she's got herself into,
that's what's worrying me.
Edmond.
She's had a shook.
She's just learned about her legs.
I can't have her despondent
like this for the operation.
- Well, you have to give her time.
- Time? There is no time.
I have to move her, get her into
the hospital, and I dont like it.
What that child needs is
a good shot in the arm of hope.
Hope? What she really
needed was love.
And that's something
I never gave her.
We can still give her
that love.
You and I together.
Mum, mum, there's something
very peculiar happening outside.
Miss Harrington! They'll-
They'll ruin our fewer beds!
- What are you talking about?
- Across the lawns and the flowers.
W- We've gotta do something.
I've gotta stop 'em.
I've got to get 'em
out of there!
That's what I've been
trying to tell you.
Been trying to tell me what?
Oh, not the begonias!
Oh, my goodness.
Them's Miss Harringtons
favorite flowers.
Now, please, folks,
go around the other way.
Dont come through there.
You can go around that tree.
Now, look, go around
over by the driveway!
I-
Oh, the heck with it.
What is it you want?
We dont want anything.
We just come to say,
''Howd ya do?'' to the child...
and bring a bit of gladness
into her life.
Like she brought into ours,
God love her.
We just want her to know
she's got friends, lots of them.
Give her our love,
and we'll get off your private
property, Miss Harrington.
Oh, no, uh, wait.
Why dont you
tell her yourself?
Open the doors, Nancy.
Nancy, pen the door.
Come in, won't you?
Nice to see you.
Hello. How are you, Mr. Neely?
Just fine. How are you?
Hello. Won't you come in?
Oh, what beautiful flowers.
Hello. I'm so glad
you came. Hello.
You have a few callers
downstairs, young lady.
What?
Are you going to greet them with
that mopey old face of yours?
I dont wanna see anyone.
Well, Pollyanna, youre not gonna have
much choice in the matter this time.
Oh, no, please, I dont
want to see anyone.
Just easy.
Youll be all right, dear.
I know.
You get well now,
you hear?
It's not charity, just a gift
from one friend to another.
Oh, thank you,
Mr. Neely.
Hi, honey. Youre going to be fine.
Dont you worry.
Good-bye, darling. We're going
to visit you in the hospital.
Hey, snookie.
Take a look at this, will ya?
Really? You mean, really?
You did it!
Oh, Nancy!
- It's gorgeous.
- Isn't it?
And we're going to wait for you.
Youre going to be my flower girl.
I'm glad youll be
coming back to us, darling,
and that's
the truth of it.
The house'll be
miserable without you.
Miserable.
You hurry back to us.
Best wishes, Pollyanna.
Good-bye.
Good-bye, Angelica.
Hurry home to us.
What is everybody
sniffing about?
My goodness.
A bunch of ninnies.
Think a person
couldnt get well.
- Hi, Mrs. Snow.
- Oh, bless you.
Bless you, darling.
I'll see you soon.
- Thank you for coming.
- It's all right.
- Bye.
- Good-bye.
Hello, Pollyanna.
Hello, dear. We have
a surprise for you.
Shall we tell her now, Jimmy?
I've been adopted.
Adopted?
Who?
Who? Well,
who do you think?
We're gonna spend the rest of
our lives just hanging prisms.
You hurry home and help.
Hello, Mrs. Ford.
Hello, Reverend Ford.
We looked for the good in them,
and we found it, didn't we?
Aunt Polly?
- Bye, Pollyanna.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.