Road to Avonlea

- I'll try to have Avonlea gives even

Charlottetown a run for their money

as far as Dominion Day fireworks go.

Thanks for your help.

Don't mention it.

- Oh, I'll get that flour for ya, Al.

Uh huh.

Uh, somewhere.

- I'll put the rest of those fireworks on my wagon.

- This is going to be the best Dominion Day ever.

Fireworks and even a circus.

In 10 days, they're coming to Avonlea.

I can't wait.

Look, cracker bangers, great!

Uh uh, give me that thing, Felix.

You know you're not old enough to handle fireworks.

- Jeb Sloane is out behind the blacksmith shop.

Oh, really?

- He's takin' bets on the Saturday race in Somerside.

Care to place any?

Well, that depends.

On what?

On whether your wife's nearby.

Elivra'd tar and feather us if she caught us.

- But she just happens to be away for a bit.

So, what are we waiting for?

Right (laughs).

I'll just get...

Sara!

Sara, could just mind things here for a few moments?

Your uncle and I have some important business to attend to.

Of course, Mr. Lawson.

I'd be happy to take on the responsibility.

Thank you.

Hellick, I've got a tip

on a horse called Sea Wind.

- Here's two cents for one cracker banger.

No Felix, your father said

you're not allowed to have any.

Give it to me.

It's my money, I can take what I want.

Felix!

This'll wake him up.

- Felix, you're going to get me in trouble!

Give it to me.

Mr. Lawson put me in charge, Felix.

If you don't behave yourself--

Yow!

What hit the horses?

Whoa!

Ring the fire bell!

Felix, get some water!

You're not listening!

- Get in here, Alec, she's gonna blow!

Go on boy, get out of here.

My store!

Who's responsible?

Mr. Lawson, I'm sorry.

I just don't know how this could have happened.

I was trying to stop Felix

from lighting a cracker banger,

and the box caught fire and--

My store!

Sara Stanley, you are just lucky

that no one was seriously hurt,

either by the fireworks

or by the horse running them down.

As it is, I gotta replace that fence in the rooming house

and my wagon was completely destroyed.

If I was your father, I'd give you a darn good spanking.

Worst of all, there won't be

a single firework on Dominion Day.

And it's all Sara's fault.

It is not, Felix King.

You know perfectly well--

Uh uh, Sara.

Go to your room, that's quite enough.

But, Felix was the one that--

- Straight upstairs, I said, and not another syllable.

And Alec, when you calm down a bit,

perhaps we can talk sensibly about all this, alone.

All right, but she has got

to take responsibility for her actions

and if you don't see that she does that, I will.

Fireworks, indeed!

well, I suppose the little

culprit

might at least be allowed to receive her mail.

Sara Stanley.

Never ceases to amaze me,

the ridiculous scrapes you get yourself into.

It wasn't all my fault, Aunt Hetty.

Least said, soonest mended.

Here, this arrived for you this afternoon.

Papa.

Well, what does he say?

Papa wants me to return home.

Oh?

Considering everything, Aunt Hetty,

I think it would be best if I return to Montreal.

I see.

Oh Hetty, it all seems so sudden.

I hate that I have to go

without having a chance to patch things up.

- She was bound to go back sooner or later, I suppose.

That's what she wants.

Best I can do is make sure she gets there safely.

Oh, good grief.

Peter,

Peter Craig, haven't you fixed that buggy yet?

At this rate, we'll miss the blasted train.

- I hope you'll come back and visit us soon, Sara.

You're part of our family now.

I will.

I won't forget.

Now Sara, dear.

You take good care of yourself, and you come back

and visit as soon as you can.

You hear?

I don't want you to go, Sara.

It's all right.

Say goodbye, please (mutters).

Bye, Sara.

I'm...

Goodbye, Sara.

Bye, Felicity.

Sara, the buggy's as good as new now.

I just had to replace a few boards in it.

Well,

you'll be back to visit us soon, I'm sure.

We're all gonna miss you around here.

No one'll miss anyone

if that train leaves before we get there.

Sara,

I'll miss you so much.

Get up.

Goodbye.

Trust Blair Stanley

not to meet us at the train station.

Our train was early.

Look, we're here, Aunt Hetty, this is our house.

Good grief!

It's the size of Buckingham Palace.

Hardly.

Whoa.

Welcome home, Miss Sara!

- Papa! - May I help you with those?

We're home.

Nanny Louisa?

- Sara, don't throw your clothes on the floor.

Papa!

Sara?

Oh, Sara!

- Nanny Louisa! - Is it really you?

Oh glory, glory, glory!

- I missed you. - My dear little Sara,

safe home again.

So good to be back.

Ah, Miss King.

Miss Banks.

I have to see my room.

Is your father getting the bags, dear?

Well, where is Blair?

That's what we'd like to know.

Waited and waited at that station

till it was apparent no one was coming to collect us.

Clearly you're over-tired.

I hope you like your room. - No thank you, I'll manage.

It's small, but I think you'll find it

an improvement on the chicken coop you once offered me.

Still, I don't suppose you will be staying long.

Oh, I'm staying

till I'm convinced that Sara's desire

to return here isn't merely a whim.