Anne of Green Gables

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Thro' the wave that runs forever

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 imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy

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 hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.

Anne!

Anne!

- Coming Mrs. Hammond!

Anne!

Anne Shirley get in here this instant!

It's alright honey.

Go on, git, git!

Watch it you sloppy girl, that comes

right out of my babyies' mouthes.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hammond, but I was

rushing so and it's quite heavy.

That'll be my share so there

won't be any less for the children.

Oh, here, just take

them and clean them up.

Well, if you'd pay more attention to your chores

instead of pouring over them fool books of yours.

Please! I won't do it again. It was

just so thrilling I couldn't put it down.

Oh, you darn well won't do it again.

And if I catch you reading

any more of them books of yours

while you're supposed to be looking after my

youngens, they'll feed the fire too, missy.

Well, don't just stand there looking daft!

Finish changing Meg and Peter!

Mr. Hammond and the men 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, go on. Git going to the mill before

Mr. Hammond takes a whipping to you. Git!

Eat!

Not those goll-darn planks!

What's the matter?

Not that junk, idiot!

Cut it out!

Help! Get out 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 understand.

But if I hadn't lost myself

in the beauty of the day,..

the only beauty which

has now deceived me,...

poor Mr. Hammond

might still be with us.

There, there Nora.

He led a good life.

You have to think about

yourself and your youngens now.

Sell the mill and come and live with me.

And what about the girl?

She's a home child, isn't she?

- Yes.

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 your doing.

None but yours.

I blame myself entirely, Mrs. Hammond.

To have to wait and extra hour for

lunch is a terrible burden on any man.

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 youngens,...

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 real 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.

We'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.

It's not my wish to reward

rebelliousness, but...

for the good of discipline,

it seems that I must.

Perhaps this new family of yours can shatter

this dream world 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.

Well, 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 'til

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 alright 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 though.

But he was in his suit...

and smoking his pipe.

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

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