Anne of Green Gables

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Through the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

Flowing down to Camelot.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers,

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle embowers

The Lady of Shalott.

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers, ‘Tis the fairy

The Lady of Shalott

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

To look down on Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

Little other care had she

The Lady of Shalott.

Anne!

Anne!

Coming Mrs. Hammond

Anne, Anne Shirley. Get in here this instant.

It's all right, honey

Come on, get get!

What took you, sloppy girl,? You’re taking food out of my babies mouths

Sorry Mrs. Hammond. I’ve been rushing so. This is quite heavy

That will be my share so there won’t be any less for the children.

Well just take them and clean them up

Well if you’d pay more attention to your chores

instead of pouring over them poor books of yours.

Please, I won’t do it again.

It was just so thrilling I couldn’t put it down.

You darn well won’t do it again

And if I catch you reading anymore of them books of yours

while you’re supposed to be looking after my young'ns

...they’ll feed the fire too Missy

Well don't stand there looking deaf finish changing Megan and Peter

Mr. Hammond and the men have been waiting well

nigh an hour for their lunch, while you’ve been dawdling.

I enjoy babies in moderation Mrs. Hammond,

but twins three times in succession is too much.

What?

I simply couldn’t live here if I hadn’t any imagination.

I’ll take none of your cheek Anne Shirley.

Believe you me, you’ll be out on your backside

if I get another word out of you.

Oh get going to the Mill before Mr. Hammond takes a whipping to you.

EAT!

Not those God darned planks!

What’s the matter?

Not that junk! you idiot.

Cut it out!

Help! get down here!

What happened Tom?

He’s been in a temper over lunch. Screaming and swearing.

You know how he gets. He wouldn’t stop.

Someone take the wagon and go for the doctor.

He won’t be needing no doctor.

Katie? I know you’ll understand,

but I hadn’t all but lost myself in the beauty of the day

the only beauty which is vouchsafed me.

Poor Mr. Hammond might still be with us.

There, there, Mora.

He led a good life.

You have to think about yourself and your young'ns now

Sell the Mill and come and live with me.

And what about the girl?

She’s an home child isn’t she?

Yah

She’ll have to go back to the orphanage.

Mrs. Hammond.

You must know how much I want to be of help to you in your time of trial.

I consider it a burden I must bear.

I was daft when I took you in. It’s all you’re doing.

None but yours.

I blame myself entirely Mrs. Hammond.

To have to wait an extra hour for lunch is a terrible burden on any man

and I shall never overcome my grief,

but going back to an orphanage would be more than I could bear.

I beg of you Mrs. Hammond. Please let me stay with you.

Orphan children are all the same. Trash.

Trash. That’s right Anne Shirley.

Poor miserable trash that don’t deserve no better.

Mrs. Hammond, Ma'am.

Mrs. Hammond. I sent a reply to your letter just this morning

I'm afraid we cannot take the girl. We're overcrowded as it is.

But I've already had to divide my own sweet babies among my relatives, Ma'am.

She ain't my responsibility no more You have to take her.

Come here, child

Tell me what you know about yourself.

Well, it really isn't worth telling, Mrs. Cadbury

But if you let me tell you what I imagine about myself,

you'd find it a lot more interesting

Uh, she was, uh, twelve last March, Ma'am

Uh, born in Halifax. Both parents died of the fever

when she was just three months.

I took her in from a neighbor last year to help out with the young’ns

but she's been in and out of orphanages ever since she was a wee thing

and she's not too proud for here.

And what were your parents' names?

Walter and Bertha Shirley. Aren't they lovely names?

I'm proud they had such nice names.

It would be a disgrace to have a father called, well, Hezekiah.

Doesn't matter what a person's name is, as long as they behave themselves.

Well, I don't know.

I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,

but I was never able to believe it.

A rose just couldn't smell as sweet if it was a thistle or a skunk-cabbage.

I don't know where she picks up them fool ideas,

but she's a bright little thing, ain't she?

And she won't be no trouble to you, I can promise you that

Well, this is a real Christian place you folks is running here

and I sure am grateful to you for helping me out of this predicament.

Now, Mrs. Hammond, wait a minute. Mrs. Hammond!

We can't take her for at least another month!

There are papers to be signed!

Lady, I got a train to catch.

Katie, I'm glad we have each other.

It's so difficult finding a kindred spirit these days.

Anne Shirley, get undressed at once.

Have you no respect for rules and regulations.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Cadbury, but I wasn't paying attention.

You haven't been paying attention for the past six months.

Oh, I know I'll improve.

It's just that my life is perfect graveyard of buried hopes, now.

That's a sentence I read once and I say it over to comfort myself

in these times that try the soul.

I've had a request for two of our girls to live with families in Prince Edward Island.

And I've decided that you will be one of them.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Cadbury. Thank you with all my heart.

I've no wish to reward rebelliousness,

but for good of discipline it seems that I must.

Perhaps this new family of yours

shatter this dream world you that you live in

Now, get into your nightgown and go to bed.

Are you waiting for someone, Miss?

I am, thank you.

Would you prefer to sit in the ladies' waiting room?

No, I prefer to sit here.

There's so much more scope for the imagination.

Thank you just the same.

As you like, Miss.

Thomas! Isn't that Matthew Cuthbert driving that buggy?

Appears to be.

He never goes to town this time of year,

and he never wears a suit except in church.

Maybe he's going courting.

Don't be so utterly ridiculous, Thomas.

He's not going fast enough for a doctor.

Oh, my afternoon is spoiled!

I won't have a moments peace until I know what that man is up to.

Wearing his suit.

Marilla is simply going to have to explain all this.

You, who. Marilla.

Ah, Rachel, good morning. And how are all the Lyndes?

Oh, we're all right as rain, Marilla,

but I was kind of worried about you when I saw your brother drive by just now.

Oh, I'm fine. Just fine.

Appreciate the concern.

But he was in his suit and smoking his pipe.

Well, I don't mind so long as he smokes his pipe

in the great outdoors and not in my kitchen.

He was in his suit.

Yes, Rachel.

Well, Matthew never goes to town this time of year.

Matthew wasn't going to town.

Oh, don't keep me in such suspense.

He was going to Bright River.

We're getting a little boy from an orphanage in Nova Scotia,

and he's coming in on the afternoon train.

A boy!

You can't be serious.

Well, you don't know anything about raising children.

Whatever put such an idea into your head?

Well,

Matthew's getting along in years.

He's not as spry as he once was and his heart bothers him greatly.

Mrs. Spencer was up here before Christmas and said

she was getting a little girl from the Hopeton Asylum in the spring.

Matthew and I gave it good consideration.

So, we sent word to her by her niece, Roberta,

tell her to bring us a boy home while she was at it.

I shall be surprised at nothing after this.

Nothing

We told her to fix us up with a little boy, eleven or twelve;

old enough to do the chores, and young enough to be brought up properly.

You know I pride myself on speaking my mind.

And let me tell you, I think you are doing a mighty risky thing.

I wish you'd consulted me first.

Well, it was just last week, I read in the paper

where a couple took a boy from an orphan asylum

and he set fire to their house at night,

on purpose. Burnt them to a crisp in their beds.

Well, I won't say that I haven't had my qualms, Rachel.

But Matthew was so terrible determined and it's

so seldom that he sets his mind on anything

that I felt I had to give in.