Anne of Green Gables Page #8

be too hard on her.

I think she's doing a pretty

good job being hard on herself,...

especially considering that she

took first place in the term results.

Tied for first.

Tied for first place? My Anne?

Well, John Barry, it's certain that

she didn't injure her tongue. Come on!

You clutter up the house

too much with outside things.

Don't we have enough flowers

right outside our door?

I want the house to look flowery to

impress Diana when she arrives for tea.

May I use the rosebud

spray tea set, Marilla?

No. The everyday set will

do for your company.

You may have the fruitcake

and the cherry preserves,...

and there's a bottle of raspberry

cordial on the shelf in the kitchen.

Now, tell Matthew that

Mrs. Allan will drive me back,...

but I'll be late coming back

from the Ladies Aid Society,...

so you must see that Matthew and

Jerry's supper is laid out for them.

Good afternoon, Miss Cuthbert.

Good afternoon, Diana.

Now Anne, I trust that you will

be responsible for your guest.

I'll be the perfect hostess.

Have a lovely afternoon, ladies.

It's so good of you to invite

me to tea this afternoon.

Please come in and make

yourself comfortable.

Why thank you.

How is your mother?

Very well, thank you.

I saw Mr. Cuthbert hauling potatoes to

the Lilly Sand's boat this afternoon.

Our crop is quite good.

We were fortunate to have hired Jerry Buote

to help us with the harvest.

Have you picked any apples, yet?

Ever so many! Marilla has been

cooking and baking endlessly.

We even have pies and cakes and

preserves to last us for years.

It isn't good manners to tell

your guest what you're serving,...

so I won't tell you what she

said we can have to drink.

Oh, raspberry cordial, right?

Oh, that's my favorite.

You mean you've had it before?

Lots of times. Haven't you?

I must admit, I've never tasted it.

But you can have as much as you like.

I have to stir up the fire.

There are so many responsibilities on a

person's mind when they're housekeeping.

It's awfully nice, Anne.

Much better than Mrs. Lynde's.

She brags about hers all the time.

I'm not surprised it's better.

Of course, Marilla is a famous cook.

Doesn't taste a bit like it.

She's trying to teach me how to cook.

But I assure you, Diana, I am a dismal failure.

There's no scope of the imagination in cookery.

You simply have to go by the rules.

Last time I made a cake,

I forgot to put the flour in it.

I was thinking out a

lovely story about us, Diana.

I imagined you were desperately

ill with small pox,...

when everyone deserted you, I went boldly

to your bedside and nursed you back to life.

Then I took small pox and died.

And you planted a rosebush by my grave,...

and watered it with your tears.

You never ever forgot the friend of your

youth, who sacrificed her life for yours.

It was such a pathetic story, and I was crying so,

that I forgot to put the flour in the cake.

The cake was a dismal failure.

The flour is so essential to baking.

It bubbled all over

the inside of the stove.

It was a mess. Marilla was furious.

I don't wonder. I'm such a trial to her.

Oh, I feel sick.

Oh, I gotta go home.

Diana, you haven't eaten yet. A piece of cake and

another glass of cordial will be just the thing.

Please, have some.

Diana, you can't be sick! Wake up!

I've got to go home.

No. Lie down. You'll feel better.

Now tell me, where did it hurt?

I've got to go home.

Oh, I'm awful dizzy.

It's probably the small pox epidemic.

Don't worry, Diana; I'll never forsake you.

I'll nurse you back to health.

Just please stay until after tea.

What's the matter, Diana?

She's drunk!

Anne Shirley, what did

you give my Diana to drink?

Only raspberry cordial, Mrs. Barry.

Cordial, my foot! The girl smells

like Jake Griffith's distillery.

Drunk? My daughter is drunk?

And Mrs. Lynde, the chairwoman

of the temperance society.

You're a wicked, wicked

girl, Anne Shirley!

It was against my better judgement to let Diana

associate with an orphan, and I have been proven right.

Diana, will never see you again.

Leave our property at once!

Drunk? What on earth did you give her?

Only raspberry cordial. She had three glasses

of it, but I didn't know it would set her drunk.

You certainly have a

genius for trouble.

This is current wine, can't

you tell the difference?

I've never tasted either.

Stop crying. It wasn't your fault. I probably put

the cordial in the cellar instead of the pantry.

I'll go over and explain.

Marilla, I don't believe a word of it.

Anne Shirley is a coniving, manipulative child,

and she's pulled the wool over your eyes.

I've always warned you about

making that current wine, Marilla.

You said it wouldn't have the least

effect on anyone. Well, I ask you.

It isn't meant to be drunk

three tumbler-fulls at a time.

And if I had a child that was so greedy,

I'd sober her up with a darn good spanking!

Ah! So it's my Diana's fault, is it?

It's the demon liquor's fault.

And as I've told you for years, if you

didn't insist on making that current wine...

My current wine is famous all over the

Island, Rachel Lynde, as you well know.

And the Reverend Allan, himself, is not

opposed to taking a bit when he comes calling.

And as for Christian virtue,...

making a little wine for refreshment is far less

sinful than meddling in other people's affairs!

Oh!

Of all of the unreasonable, pig-headed, self-important

women that I have ever met, she is the worst!

I don't think Mrs. Barry

is a well-bred woman.

I don't believe God himself, would

entirely meet with her approval.

Anne, you mustn't say things like that,

especially in front of the minister's wife.

But, if you left God out of it,

you'd have it just about right.

This story will make a fine handle for

all those folks who've always been down

on my making current wine.

I haven't even attempted

it in the past three years.

That bottle was only for sickness.

Oh, don't cry. I don't see it as being your fault.

I'm just sorry it happened at all.

I hate this crying. My heart is broken.

The stars in their courses fight against me.

Don't talk such foolishness, child.

Excuse me, Marilla!

Your mother hasn't relented?

I told her it wasn't your fault,

and I cried and cried, but it's no use, Anne.

We can't ever be friends again.

Diana, will you promise never to forget me, no

matter what other friends come into your life?

I could never love anybody

as much as I love you, Anne.

Do you really love me?

Of course I do.

Nobody's ever loved me for as long as I can

remember, except for Matthew and Marilla.

Will you swear to be

my secret bosom friend?

But isn't it wicked to swear?

We're in enough trouble already.

Not when you're swearing a vow.

I solemnly swear to remain faithful

to my bosom friend, Diana Barry,...

for as long as the sun and the

moon shall endure. Now you say it.

I solemnly swear to remain faithful

to my bosom friend, Anne Shirley,...

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