Jacqui and Franz still flying the kite when Abigail enters.
Abigail: That's pretty high!
Franz: Oh, hello, Abi.
Jacqui: This is the best wind we've had in ages! Look at that kite fly!
Abigail: Have you seen Emily?
Franz: (Distracted by the kite) They're over there. (Points in the distance)
Abigail: They? Oh.
Fritz: (Coming back with Emily's hand in his) Hi, Abi!
Abigail: Emily, Mother says she needs you to help with the fireplace.
Emily: What's wrong with it?
Abigail: The wind's blowing the smoke out instead of up through the chimney.
Emily: Well, I can try, but I don't think there's much I can do about the wind.
Abigail: That's what I said.
Emily: (Sighs) Well, I'll do my best.
Fritz: (Sitting back down with Franz) See you soon!
(Emily and Abigail walk in silence for a few seconds.)
Abigail: So, what happened?
Emily: What do you mean?
Abigail: With you and Fritz...
Emily: Oh. Well, um...
Abigail: (Matter-of-factly) You're in love.
Emily: Well, yes. I think I am.
Abigail: (Reveling in the romance) This is amazing!
Emily: What will your parents think?
Abigail: Oh, I don't know. They'll be fine. How could anyone not like you?
Emily: Well, maybe as a friend, but... not more.
Abigail: Wait. You mean-
Emily: (High, nervous voice) Oh, I don't know!
Abigail: (Still super happy) This is so wonderful!
Elisabeth: Oh, there you are. I wondered where you girls were. I thought you were flying the kite, Emily?
Emily: Well-
Abigail: Yes.
Elisabeth: Hmm. Well, I wondered if you could help with the fireplace.
Emily: What happened?
Elisabeth: The smoke is coming forward instead of going up.
Emily: (Politely) Well, I don't think I can stop the wind.
Abigail: (Helpfully) Perhaps we could build a bit more cover for it, so the smoke would be more contained.
Emily: That could work. We'd need some more big stones though.
Abigail: I'll go get Fritz and Franz. They've been flying the kite long enough.
Elisabeth: No, I'll just call your father. Laurence!
Laurence: (Coming out from the woods) Yes, dear?
Elisabeth: Could you find a few more big stones?
Emily: We think perhaps the fireplace would filter the smoke better if it was more contained.
Laurence: Yes, of course. Let me go get Fritz, too.
Elisabeth: Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine. We don't need very many.
Laurence: (Slightly confused) Alright.
Abigail: Mother?
Elisabeth: Yes?
Abigail: Why don't you want Fritz to come?
Elisabeth: Franz isn't going to get better without lots of fresh air.
Abigail: Mother, we live on an island.
Emily: (quietly) Just let it go, Abi.
Laurence: (Staggering under the weight of quite a few large rocks) I'm...not as young as I used to be. (Laurence drops the rocks and groans.)
Elisabeth: (Amused) Oh, Laurence!
Laurence: (Panting) I'll...be...fine.
Elisabeth: (Sighing) Go get Fritz, would you, Abigail?
Abigail: Yes, of course.
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Swiss Family Robinson: A Place For All Of Us
FanfictionWhen the Robinson family is shipwrecked on a seemingly deserted island, it seems there is no way for them to escape this jail in the jungle. Fritz and Abigail, the oldest two children, miss their home back in Switzerland, and Fritz especially is an...
