Anne of Green Gables Page #12

come out somewhere in the middle.

Matthew and Marilla, Miss Stacey.

Everyone has such great hopes for me.

It would be such

a disgrace if...

Gilbert came first?

I suppose I'd settle for beating

Gilbert Blythe, if I had to.

Just keep thinking about Gilbert, then.

Yes, Gilbert.

Please do not touch your papers until all

the examinations have been distributed,

or they will be discounted completely.

You may now begin.

Ah. For one awful moment, I felt

exactly like I did three years ago

when I asked Marilla if I

was to stay at Green Gables.

You've had me worried there for a

moment. I could see you turning green.

Oh, but I knew you'd pull through.

Well, pass or fail, I'm going to

miss you tremendously, Miss Stacey.

I want to wish you all the

luck in the world, Anne Shirley.

If anyone deserves to

be successful, it's you.

I'll be watching out for

you, even from Halifax.

So, you really are

gonna leave Avonlea?

I have my own little set of troubles.

Oh, nothing to worry about.

Remember; true friends are

always together in spirit.

Thank you, Miss Stacey, for giving all of us

the chance to make something of ourselves.

Someone else wants to say goodbye.

I want to remind you of

something you once told me...

Tomorrow is always fresh

with no mistakes in it.

I was born for city life.

And what's your opinion, Anne.

I hadn't thought seriously

about it until now.

I think I would probably come to the

conclusion that I'd like it for a while,

but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound

of the wind and the birds across the brook

more than the tinkling of crystal.

What do you think now, Anne?

I was wrong. I don't see how I could ever

return to common life after this, Miss Barry.

Madame Selitsky had a

definitive alabaster brow, Diana.

Did you see Alice Bell there, parading

around like she had an alabaster brow?

If I had Alice Bell's crooked nose, I wouldn't...

Oh no, I shouldn't have said that.

That's uncharitable. I was comparing

it to my own nose and that is vanity.

Someone complimented me

on my nose long ago and

I'm afraid I've thought about

it far too much ever since.

I ought to hire you as my

court jester, Anne-girl.

I wasn't meaning to be funny.

Well, I hope you both

enjoyed the matinee.

Oh, immensely.

And you, Anne?

Unforgettably.

Then you must stay with me

when you come back and study.

Maybe I'll come stay with you, too.

You'd both be welcome! I haven't had so much

fun since... Well, never mind in how long since.

I thought Marilla Cuthbert was an old fool

when I heard that she'd adopted a little orphan girl.

But I see now which

of us was the old fool.

Bye, Aunt Jo!

Bye, girls.

Bye, Miss Barry.

Thank you for everything!

It was lovely having you here.

Hello there, Gil.

You're on your way home, too?

Yes, sir.

Well, I wish we could offer you a ride.

Oh no, that's alright. I'm

meeting Moody at the station.

Anne, I wish you luck on the exam.

I hope you come in first. You've worked hard.

Thank you, but I'm sure

the first will go to you.

Well, I guess we'll see, won't we.

Ruby, you be Elaine. You're the

only one who has golden hair.

I couldn't lie there and pretend I

was dead. I'd die of fright. Honest.

You be Elaine, Anne. This is your idea.

A red-haired person cannot play the

Lily Maid. Tennyson would never approve.

Your complexion is

just as fair as Ruby's.

And anyway, your hair is darker

now than just plain old red.

Really?

I'd say it's definitely auburn,

and that's sort-of close to blonde.

Well, alright. It isn't authentic.

Lay the piano cover over me.

Gosh, she really looks dead.

I'm frightened.

Mrs. Lynde says acting is a sin.

Ruby, keep quiet.

You're spoiling the effect.

Besides, this is hundreds of

years before Mrs. Lynde was born.

Diana, you arrange all of this. It's ridiculous for

Elaine to be talking when she's supposed to be dead.

Alright.

Jane, the flowers.

Now she's ready.

Anne, for gosh sakes, smile a little.

It says here, "Elaine lay as though she smiled."

That's better.

Alright, ladies. Let us

send her to her watery grave.

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.

And at the closing of the day

The broad stream bore her far away.

And as the boat-head wound along

They heard her singing her last song.

The Lady of Shalott.

She looked so good with her hair.

Anne!

She drowning! Anne's drowning!

We have to go get some help.

Anne Shirley...

What in heck are you doing?

Fishing for lake trout.

For lake trout?

Nobody's home.

It's too late.

She's drowned and we're murderers.

Matthew. Come on.

Well, if you must know,

I was in Diana's skiff but it sprang a leak

and I had to climb onto the piling or sink.

Now, if you'll be so kind

as to row me to the landing.

Ah, I see. Well, then

the fact is I rescued you.

Help was on the way and I

was calmly waiting for it.

You're most welcome.

I am grateful for your assistance, Mr. Blythe,

even though it was not required.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find my friends.

They are likely overcome with fear for my life.

Well, Anne, wait. Wait a minute.

I was just down at the post office to see

if the Queens results had been printed.

Congratulations on coming first, Gilbert.

I'm sure you're very proud of your achievements.

Wait a minute, you ninny.

We tied for first place. You and I.

I figured you'd have it for sure.

We all passed.- Our entire class.

First of all two hundred?

I'm sorry you had to share it with me.

I never expected to beat you.

Can't we be friends?

This childishness has gone on

long enough, don't you think?

The fact that you rescued me unnecessarily,

hardly wipes out past wrongs.

Look, I'm sorry I ever said

anything about your hair.

You have no idea how sorry.

But it was so long ago. Aren't

you ever going to forgive me?

You hurt my feelings excruciatingly.

I only said

it because I...

...because I wanted

to meet you so much.

Why did you turn your back

on me at the Christmas ball?

Anne, that was over a year ago.

It was a deliberate humiliation.

And I knew exactly what you were thinking,

too, Anne Shirley. You and Diana Barry.

Look, can we be friends now?

Why don't you figure it

out, if you're so clever.

Anne, wait a minute.

Everyone will think I've drowned.

Oh, Anne. We thought you were

dead. It was all our fault.

And Ruby's having hysterics.

Oh, Anne, how did you ever escape?

I climbed underneath the bridge and Gilbert

Blythe came along and rowed me to shore.

Oh, how romantic! Of course

you'll speak to him from now on.

Of course I will not! I don't ever want to

hear the word "romance" again, Jane Andrews.

It's easy enough in Camelot, but it

certainly isn't appreciated in Avonlea.

Oh, I'm sorry I frightened

everyone so. It was all my fault.

Well, I'm sure that John Barry will be pleased to

hear that he no longer owns a dory, Anne Shirley.

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