Anne of Green Gables Page #7

Your cattle are such

mournful-looking creatures,...

you can't know how utterly wretched I

feel to have you think I'd frighten them.

You'll feel wretched alright, missy, if

I ever catch any of you on my land again!

Now, hop to it before

I tan your backside!

I intend to put a stop

to this, once and for all.

I don't know what education on

this Island is coming to, Phillips.

You are the worst teacher this school has

ever had. The order you keep is scandalous!

You're worth half of what we pay you.

And I know for a fact that you had never got

this post if your uncle hadn't be the trustee.

I suggest, if you value your job at all, you'll

discipline your students a little better,...

and keep them out of

trouble and out of my fields.

But, Sir.

- Goodday, to you.

Since you seem to be so

fond of the boys' company,...

we shall indulge your

taste for it this afternoon.

Take your seat over there,

next to Gilbert Blythe.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, Sir. But I didn't

suppose you really meant it.

I assure you, I did. Obey me at once.

Alright, let's begin the spelling bee.

Miss Andrews, could you give us the

spelling of the word chrysanthemum?

-C -h -i...

no, -r -i -s

-a -n -s -m...

-u -m.

Perhaps we'll turn our attention to your

spelling now that you mathematics is well in hand.

Gilbert, chrysanthemum.

Chrysanthemum.

C-h-r-y-s-a-n-t-h-a-m-u-m.

Hmm. Anne?

Chrysanthemum.

C-h-r-y-s-a-n-t-h-e-m-u-m.

Correct.

Hey, Anne! How do you spell freckles?

Hey, Josie! How do you spell ugly?

Congratulations on

the spelling test, Anne.

Oh, well at least you're acknowledging

me now. That's an improvement.

It is impolite to pass a person

without at least nodding,...

and so I nod out of elementary

good breeding, nothing more.

Oh, why don't you get

off your high horse?

Thank you for your heartfelt

congratulations, Mr. Blythe.

But allow me to inform you that next

time I shall be first in every subject.

Anne! You've got more nerve

than a fox in a hen house.

I don't see any need in being civil to someone who

chooses to associate with the likes of Josie Pye.

You're just jealous.

I am not.

Take that back, Diana Barry!

She's jealous of you.

Gilbert told Charlie Sloan that you are the

smartest girl in school, right in front of Josie.

He did?

He told Charlie that being smart

was better than being good-looking.

I might have known

he meant to insult me.

No, he didn't.

It isn't better. I'd much

rather be pretty than smart.

But at least I don't have

to cheat like Josie does.

She doesn't have to cheat; she

just does it because she's a Pye.

First, I'm pleased to announce...

that Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe have

tied for first place honors in the term finals.

And now, the sad news...

I'm leaving Avonlea.

I shall not be with you in the fall...

to guide your progress to even greater

heights of scholastic achievement.

Let us not have tears; partings

are a natural part of life.

To ease the pain of this

news, I have glad tidings.

We shall adjourn early this afternoon,

make our way to the Spurgeon farm,...

where Moody's parents have consented to

host a celebration in honor of my departure.

Nobody told me.

Bye.

Bye. Bye, Mr. Phillips.

Father told mother that Mr. Sadler was going

to get rid of Mr. Phillips, no matter what.

And appearantly the trustees are

forcing him to leave because of Prissy.

I can't help feeling sorry for him, even

though he did spell my name without an "e".

I wouldn't feel too sorry for him. He's got a

position as a private tutor over in Charlottetown.

I suppose some people consider it an

accomplishment to walk a little picket fence, Diana.

I knew of a girl in Marysville who

could walk the ridgepole of a roof.

I don't believe it. You sure

couldn't, little Miss Bookworm.

Oh, couldn't I?

It's a little risky,

don't you think, Anne?

Is it indeed, Mr. Blythe?

I dare you! I dare you to walk the

ridgepole of Moody's kitchen roof.

Don't do it, Anne! Never mind

her; it's not a fair dare.

I shall walk that ridgepole or perish.

Oh, Anne! Oh, Anne! Oh, are you killed?

Just say one word and tell

me if you're killed!

No, but I think I've

been rendered unconscious.

Thank you, Mr. Blythe.

Anne, I'll borrow a

carriage and help you home.

That won't be necessary. I'm quite

capable of getting there on my own.

I'm going your way. At

least let me give you a hand.

Thank you, Mr. Blythe, but I am

going in the opposite direction.

Come along, Diana.

Anne, you should have let him help you.

You're in no condition to walk home.

Of course you would take the long

route when you've sprained your ankle.

I wouldn't think of giving Gilbert

Blythe the satisfaction of helping me!

Why don't we cut through here?

It's a lot shorter.

But you told me this forest was haunted.

I don't think it's haunted in daylight.

That doesn't matter; it's

always dark in the forest.

Don't be afraid, Diana.

What kind of ghosts would

you say live in here?

I'm not sure there are any.

I only imagined it was haunted because

it seemed so romantic at the time.

What is it? Did you see a ghost?

My foot caught on something.

Charlie Sloan says that his grandmother saw

his grandfather driving the cows home last year.

So?

His grandfather died two years ago.

There's supposed to be a white lady who walked

along the riverbank by Mr. Hammond's sawmill,...

wringing her hands and wailing.

Man never actually saw her.

Oh, Anne, don't.

Perhaps she is now accompanied by

Mr. Hammond, who's looking for his lunch.

No, I shouldn't have said that.

He may follow me here.

Oh, I'm scared.

So am I. Deliciously scared.

Mrs. Hammond said she once felt the ghost

of a murdered child creep up behind her...

and lay its icy fingers on her hand.

Charlie's grandmother is a very religious

woman, and I don't think she would lie.

Do you think there may

be ghosts living in there?

It's alright, Diana.

Stop it, Diana, and help me out!

Why did we ever come in here, Anne?

Are you alright?

I think I've twisted my other ankle.

What are we gonna do?

You mustn't be afraid, Diana.

I'll be alright here.

Run home, find your father,

and ask if he'll come back and get me.

If you'd get carried off by a ghost,

I'd never forgive myself.

Be brave, Diana. Go.

I shall endure until your return,...

although I may be forced to faint if

my imagination gets the better of me.

I could never be as brave

as your are, Anne.

Bye-bye.

What's happened to her?

No fear, Marilla. She's alright.

Don't be very frightened, Marilla.

I fell of the ridgepole at Moody Spurgeon's,...

and then I twisted my other

ankle falling into an old well.

I should have known that you'd start the

summer this way, barely the last day of school.

Marilla, look on the bright side:

I might have broken my neck.

And what would you have done if

someone dared you to walk a ridgepole?

I would have stayed on firm

ground and let them dare away.

Oh, now, Marilla, don't

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