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Re: Everything Arthur: Modern Doctor Rebel
My my, aren't you sneaky Ilse. I am quite sure Sara would approve, being sneaky for a story 
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1/17/2007, 8:47 am
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Re: Everything Arthur: Modern Doctor Rebel
Yes, you have your demerits. Have you thought up a good punishment for yourself? Perhaps wearing a dress or painting your face green would do the trick?
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1/18/2007, 5:15 pm
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Re: Everything Arthur: Modern Doctor Rebel
Hahaha and he can bombard you with questions.
like these:
"Hey Ilse...how come the sky is blue? I want to know."
"Hey Ilse...how come there ain't mermaids in Avonlea? I want to know."
"Hey Ilse...Milty Boulter said that if you get bit by a bat you turn into a vampire. Is that true? I want to know!"
"Hey Ilse...is heaven in the attic? I want to know!"
"Hey Ilse...what makes people like God? I wants to know!"
"Hey Ilse...what're Anne an' Gilbert doin' down in the dark? I wants t' know!"
"Hey Ilse...how come Dora don't like frogs? Milty sez frogs give you warts. Is that true, Ilse? I wants to know! I told Dora that an' I put one in her bed and she screamed and cried till Marilla came. Will she get warts, Ilse? I wants to know!"
"Hey Ilse...Mrs. Lynde sez that man is bornd with trouble as sparks is flyin' upward...does that mean a man kin turn into a firework if he's bad? I wants to know!"
ok...you get the picture.
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1/20/2007, 12:34 am
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Okay, you're way funnier than Davey Keith. Maybe if they stick me in a room with you doing your Davey Keith impression, I wouldn't mind so much. Well, then it wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it?
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"Hey Ilse...what're Anne an' Gilbert doin' down in the dark? I wants t' know!"
Okay, here's what's going on: Sara's upset because she's had a fight with Felicity over Felicity refusing to let Sara help her open a school for the deaf and blind in Avonlea (Felicity doesn't want to live on charity etc. etc. etc.). Sara's home from Paris, after she had been working as a nurse in the hospital. There, she met and fell in love with this dude named Henri, well, Henri's now got some competicion, as zay French say, to put it mildly. It is spring of 1915.
And now for something we hope you'll really like:
Sara was seated on a stone bench in a park far from the hotel, refusing to go back. In any case, the night was warm and there was a soft breeze. It was the first opportunity Sara had had to really be alone in--in she didn’t know how long.
She suddenly became conscious of someone whistling. She was angry at the person’s intrusion on her solitude, unconscious as they were to it. As she was standing up, she saw the outline of a young man, throwing stones into the fountain. Someone was whistling. It was Henri, she thought. It had to be. He was tall and slender and wore a long coat and cap. Who else whistled that song? Mozart’s Voi che sapete. “Tell me what love is,” Sara whispered the title’s English translation. It was his favourite song. She got up and headed toward him at a half-run. Her heart raced. How had he found her there? Likely someone at King Farm….It didn’t matter. Even in the dark, she saw the brown tweed cap he always wore. Tears of joy were in her eyes. He stood on the stone walk in the garden, his back to her, his hands thrust in his pockets in the way that was so like him.
She gently laid her hand on his arm. He turned.
“Bon soir.”
Sara came back to reality. It wasn’t Henri at all but a surprised-looking Arthur Pettibone.
“Sara!” he exclaimed. She turned away from him toward the stone bench, tear-blind, not wanting him to hear her sobs, but he did. She was glad to see him, but she started to feel a choking sensation. “Sara!” he exclaimed again, this time with concern rather than surprise.
She felt him sit down next to her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. It suddenly occurred to Sara that she didn’t mind Arthur being there. She’d wanted to be alone, but his presence was a comfort to her instead of a nuisance. She sat with her face turned away from him. “Sara, what is it?”
“Oh, Arthur, I can--I just c-can’t! I can’t go--I can’t do this!” She got up and walked a few paces away, her chest heaving with sobs.
Although utterly confused, Arthur was much faster. “Sara--what--” He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her back to the bench.
“P--please let me go,” she sobbed weakly.
“Sara Stanley, I am not letting you wander off in such a state,” Arthur said as he sat her down. He handed her another handkerchief, sitting down next to her again. “Now, whatever is the matter?”
“Please, just let me have a cry out.”
They sat on the stone bench for a very long time, the silence only broken by the sound of Sara’s occasional sniffles and sobs. Arthur was silent. He sat facing forward, his arms crossed over his chest, letting Sara have her cry. He turned her occasionally, when she let out a particularly loud sob. “Sara, I can’t stand this. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“It’s nothing, really,” she said, dabbing her eyes.
“That’s a whole lot of crying for nothing.”
Sara told him the whole story about Felicity’s school and what had happened at the orphanage.
“Well, if she’s that determined not to accept your help, why do you keep offering it?”
“Because she’s family.”
“But if she’s refused, Sara, there’s not much you can do. You can’t force people to do what you want. My father has this saying, ‘What part of “no” don’t you understand?’
Sara smiled. “Sometimes you have to let people chart their own course.”
Sara managed a weak smile. “I guess you know all about that.”
“Well, my family life has never been easy, but it has taught me to be tolerant of others’ feelings. Force doesn’t get you anywhere in the long run. You might win a temporary victory, but…Why is this so important to you, Sara? I know Felicity’s your cousin and friend, but if she’s repeatedly told you no, why do you keep insisting?”
“I just feel like…I have an obligation to do some good in the world.”
“Because of your inheritance?”
“Yes, and because…” She paused. He might as well hear the worst of it. “Do you remember that day I came to the hospital with Aunt Hetty?” Arthur nodded. “Well, I was there with her because I had gone to a meeting with my trustees, and…I haven’t told anyone this, but, they made it pretty clear to me that Stanley Shipping has been profiting significantly off the war.”
“And this troubles you?”
“Of course! How would you feel if you found out the hospital was making money off the war?”
“Well, the Charlottetown Hospital isn’t a charity, Sara.” Arthur paused before speaking again. “Sara, what Felicity wants to do is very noble, and your willingness to help is admirable, but are you certain that it is Felicity you want to help or is this guilt? You disagree with the war, I can tell that, but forcing something on someone you love isn’t the solution you’re looking for, Sara.”
“But, you agree that if one wants to take a stand, one should do so?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“And you agree that I should use my money to make a difference?”
“Well, you can’t let it fester. If it really bothers you that much, you’ll have to take some action. And it doesn’t necessarily need to be monetary.”
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1/20/2007, 7:45 am
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Re: Everything Arthur: Modern Doctor Rebel
Later...
“What brings you to Halifax, Arthur?” she asked as she wiped her eyes. “Aren’t you needed at the hospital?”
“Oh. I’m not going back to the hospital,” he replied casually.
“Arthur!” Sara gasped. “Of all the people to give up, Arthur Pettibone, you are the absolute last person I expected--”
“Now, Sara, don’t start. I’m only taking a kind of sabbatical from the hospital--with their blessing, or relief, however you want to look at it. The Army hospital in Carmody is desperately in need of doctors--more so than Charlottetown--and the Charlottetown Hospital is desperately in need of getting rid of me. I’m going to Carmody to see what I can do.”
“What about those soldiers you were helping?”
“I wasn’t helping anyone.”
“You were trying to. That’s something.”
“Well, in any case, they’ve all been sent home to their respective families, or will be once their injuries heal. I have to do something, Sara. I can’t sit idly by. Perhaps my crazy ideas would be a little less unwelcome in a smaller hospital.”
Sara looked up at him with admiration. She recalled how she had steadily found him more and more pleasant since their early meetings. He had changed from the dreamy, moody, love-struck boy of long ago. She wished she’d become chums with him then--but he was so sullen, so reserved, and he paid little attention to anyone who wasn’t Felicity and the rival for her affections. “You really want to help those soldiers, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he replied firmly. He was still idealistic, still intense. She wondered if the passing years had left anything of his reportedly overactive imagination while they improved him.
“You know, Sara, Dr. Snow at the Carmody Hospital says they need nurses. If you like…”
“I can’t, Arthur.”
“Why?”
“I can’t be around those soldiers.”
“You said you wanted to do something.”
“But I…it’s too soon.”
They sat together in silence for a very long time. Finally, the wind blew up and Arthur turned to her. “I’ll walk you home,” he said. He offered his arm to Sara and she took it.
“I’ll direct you. We’re staying at the Prince George Royal.”
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Even later...
It was a very warm night with a slow, soothing breeze. As if part of it, Sara and Arthur walked languidly along the streets of Halifax toward the Kings’ hotel. Sara related to him all that had transpired between herself and Felicity that afternoon. They began to meander a bit, first while Sara was blowing off steam as Arthur listened serenely next to her, then as they spoke of nearly everything they could think of to catch up.
“You’re quite a bit out of your way,” Sara said as they walked together, noticing for the first time that they weren’t taking a direct path from the park to the hotel. “I thought the Pettibones lived on fashionable Willowmere Avenue. If not, Aunt Hetty will be bitterly disappointed that all of her rants about your family thinking itself too high-and-mighty for Avonlea will be considerably robbed of their sting.”
Arthur laughed softly. “I like this old park. Morgan and Izzy and I came here on our first day in Halifax. We decided to go exploring. There isn’t a park like this anywhere near fashionable Willowmere Avenue.” He offered his arm to Sara and she took it. “Things were different then, back in ‘12, ” Arthur said, remembering. “I imagine your family is anxious about you,” he said after a pause.
“I imagine so,” Sara replied, feeling a little guilty. “I suppose I shouldn’t have run off like that. You probably think I’m horrid.”
“Not at all. I’ve run off myself,” Arthur replied, laughing softly again.
“Come again? The fearless Arthur Pettibone running off?”
“All right. Let me rephrase that. I left my father’s house for a while to let off some steam. Does that sound better?”
“Infinitely.” Sara laughed. Then Sara’s face became serious. “Why aren’t you in the army, Arthur?”
“Oh. That.” Arthur turned his face away from her.
“I didn’t mean to offend.”
“You didn’t offend me, Sara. This war offends me.”
“I see,” Sara replied in a small voice. “I was just curious. I wondered if…if it was…something like that. “So,” she began, after a pause, “You wouldn’t be enlisting?”
“Sometimes I feel…well, not to sound like my father, but sometimes I do feel a sense of duty to go over there as a medic. They need doctors. And I’m fully qualified now as a surgeon. But I…I promised someone I wouldn’t go, and I don’t want to break my word.”
“I see,” Sara said. “And who is she?”
“Well, her name’s Izzy and she’s the most beautiful--”
“Oh, stop! I thought--” Sara was laughing.
“See, I made you laugh, didn’t I? My one talent.”
“Bravo!” Sara said, clapping her hands.
“Thank you, you’re too kind.”
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Even, even later...
“So, you really promised Izzy you wouldn’t go? Is she afraid you’ll beat her to the rank of major general?”
“No, I…I think…” Arthur trailed off and became somber. “I think she’s terribly afraid one of us won’t come home. You know, it’s one thing to play soldier, but if there’s one thing this war has done, it’s brought home harsh reality of it all. This is a terrible war, Sara. I guess I don’t need to tell you that.”
Gradually, almost reluctantly, Arthur pulled his arm from Sara’s. “Excuse me,” he apologized. “There’s a coffee and tea house right here.” He gestured to a line of brick shops, one of which had its lights blazing into the night. “They’ve got a phone. I’ll call I’ll call the hotel and tell your family you’re all right. I imagine none of them know where you are?”
Sara nodded. She shivered. She hadn’t really realized it at the time, but she felt quite protected with Arthur’s arm holding hers. She hadn’t felt that safe, really, since she’d left Henri in Paris. Looking up, she saw Arthur was holding the door open for her and she entered.
“Want some tea?” he asked her, for he noticed her shivering. She nodded. Her thin, silken shawl had fallen off her shoulders and Arthur gingerly picked up the end of it and wrapped it around her.
“Thank you,” she said.
Arthur ordered tea from the rosy-cheeked, sonsy girl behind the counter and asked if he might use her telephone.
Sara thought Arthur had become very quiet. Was he upset with her? No, he said he wasn’t. Then what?
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1/20/2007, 7:51 am
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And I even worked on the Sartieness of it last night. You may give me demerits. 
