Anne with an E

Hyah!

"Ahead by a Century" by Tragically

Hip # First thing, we'd climb a tree #

# And maybe then we'd talk #

# Or sit silently #

# And listen to our thoughts #

# With illusions of someday #

# Cast in a golden light #

# No dress rehearsal #

# This is our life #

# You are ahead by a century #

# This is our life # — # You are ahead by a century #

You'll want to hurry and eat if you're to meet the train on time.

I pray this isn't foolishness...

but it's too late now.

We made a practical decision, we'll just have to hope for the best.

With any luck, Mrs Spencer will have picked out a good one

a hard worker, and obedient, like we asked for.

I couldn't tolerate a lazy boy, a sullen boy.

No, I couldn't abide it and I wouldn't.

In spite of all the worry, I'm relieved to know

you'll have a regular hand about the place. You can't buy loyalty.

You coming in sometime today?

Matthew Cuthbert, you must be in a state.

Since when do you sit at the table without washing your hands?

Let's not forget, you were the one convinced of this plan.

You've been set on it since winter, so there's no point fretting now.

Not that I disagree because I don't.

Will you be ready to set off as soon as you're finished here?

I Will.

You can bet it won't take long for Rachel to come a—knocking.

Lord knows she's got a hunger for gossip like a person starved.

I told you to have their supper on the table a half hour ago!

She needs her diaper changed, Mrs Hammond. The stew is almost ready.

Did you milk the cow? — No.

Not yet, but I... — Give her to me!

You want these children to starve to

death? Do something right for a change!

You're more trouble than you're worth.

Nothing but a miserable piece of trash!

Hurry UP!

We'll see what Mr Hammond has to say about this when he gets home.

Are you quite alright, dear?

I like imagining better than remembering.

Why are the worst memories the most insistent?

I wouldn't know. Try to rest.

"If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked..."

but your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt...

"you would not be without friends."

I love Jane Eyre, don't you?

I never met her.

I'm glad you've woken.

I have so many more questions for you about Green Gables.

I'm sure you do.

Why do you suppose neither of the Cuthberts ever married?

Did either of them have a tragical romance?

It's none of our business.

But I'm bursting with curiosity!

Ah... Shh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Afternoon.

Sir.

I just wonder if you could, uh, help me. Is there a...?

Little girl? You didn't see her?

She's just outside. Wouldn't come in. Darndest thing!

But, uh—-

Said she preferred to sit outside because there was...

what was it now?

More "scope for the imagination." That was it.

She's a case, I should say. I heard her talkin' to herself out there.

But l—l'm not expecting a girl.

It's a boy... that I have come for.

Mrs Spencer was to bring him over from the asylum for us.

Well, Mrs Spencer got off the train with that strange snippet

gave her into my charge, said you'd be along for her, presently.

Well, that's all I know about it.

I haven't got any more orphans concealed hereabouts.

I, uh...

I don't understand...

Well, I'm sure the girl will be only too

happy to tell you every little detail

of what happened.

She's got a tongue of her own, that's for certain.

Good day to you.

I suppose you are Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables?

Oh, I'm very glad to see you, I was beginning

to be afraid that you weren't coming

and I was imagining all the things

that might've happened to prevent you.

I'd made up my mind that if you didn't

come for me, I'd... go down the track

to that big, wild cherry tree and

climb up into it and stay all night.

I wouldn't be a bit afraid

and it would be lovely to just

sleep in a tree all white with bloom

in the moonshine, don't you think?

I can also imagine that I'm already a disappointment to you.

I'm aware that I'm not much to look at,

but even though I'm thin, I'm very strong.

I want you to know that I'm forever grateful that you're adopting me.

You're a sight for sore eyes, Mr Cuthbert.

You best come along. Er, ahem, I'll take your bag.

Oh, I can carry it. it isn't heavy.

I've got all my worldly goods in it, but it isn't heavy.

And if it isn't carried a certain way, it

falls right open so I'd better keep it.

I've come to know the exact knack of it.

I am ecstatic beyond measures that I'm

going to belong to you and your sister.

Ecstatic.

I've never belonged to anybody before.

I mean, you and your sister are practically the stuff of fiction.

Two hard-working decent people, lonely

all their lives in their silent house

longing for the love of a child...

and I will strive to be just the best

daughter that anybody could ever have.

I'm sure that I can do it.

To be honest, I haven't had much experience at it.

I'm not usually brought into the house to be a daughter, so...

you can well imagine what a blessing

this is and how much my heart is lifted.

And I've given it a lot of thought and I am determined that I shall be

obedient and dutiful and yet-yet lively enough

so as to lighten up the place after you've lived for so many years

without the delights of a happy child

and the scope of her imagination.

Have you always wanted a daughter?

Always in your heart of hearts?

I read once that

"a daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend."

Ancl it-it gives my heart a thrill to even say it aloud.

Oh, isn't she lovely?

What's her name?

Er... That's, um...

mare.

She doesn't have a name?

But the right name is so important.

She looks to me like her name is Belle.

Hello, Belle. You are a beauty, and I am sure we'll be great friends.

Mare.

Bye, Tree!

That cherry tree is my first friend here on the Island.

What did that cherry tree, all white and lacy, make you think of?

Well, now, um... I dunno.

Why, a bride, of course! A bride all in white with a misty veil.

I've never seen one, but I imagine what she would look like.

I never expect to be a bride myself, I'm so homely.

Nobody would ever want to marry me, unless he was a foreign missionary.

I suppose a foreign missionary mightn't be very particular.

But I do hope someday I shall have a

white dress with beautiful puff sleeves.

It is my highest ideal of earthly bliss.

Am I talking too much?

People are always telling me that I do and

it seems to cause no end of aggravation.

Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so, I'll stop.

I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

I don't mind.

I'm so glad.

I know that you and I are gonna get along together just fine.

It's such a relief to talk when one wants to

and not be told that children should be seen and not heard.

I've had that said to me a million times if I have once.

People would laugh at me because I use big words, but...

but they're exciting and descriptive words like...

like "enraptured" and "glorious".

If you have big ideas, you have to use

big words to express them, haven't you?

Well, uh...

I suppose so. — For example...

"I am enraptured by this glorious landscape!"

Careful now. Careful.

Afternoon, Rachel. I've put the kettle on.

Won't you sit down?

I don't want to interrupt if you're expecting company.

Oh, we've got plenty of time. Matthew

won't be back for several hours.

I took quite a fright when I saw Matthew starting off today.

I can imagine.

Well, I couldn't imagine what might cause him to leave his crop

in the middle of the afternoon.

I was fearful he'd gone to call for the doctor.

Oh, I'm quite well. — Oh!

What a relief.

Oh...

Of course, now that I have time to think...

it wouldn't make sense for Matthew to take

the time to put on his best set of clothes

had there been an emergency.

No, it wouldn't.

No, indeed.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Marilla!

Matthew's gone to the train station at Bright River.

Oh... Well, well.

Bright River?

He's fetching a hired hand?

Yes and no.

We're adopting a boy from the orphan asylum