Le Bonheur au Bout du Chemin II - Anne of Green Gabbles : The Sequel

Filmographie - Acteurs - Scripts Vo [ 1 - 2 ] - Scripts Fr [ 1 - 2 ] - Photos

Scène 1
Lieu :
Beach front

Anne :

"Where is sleep?" "Over the mountains of the moon. Down the valley of the shadow. Beneath the waves of the deep gulf stream," replied the handsome duke in dark languid tones. [she sits to write] In dark languid tones. In dark foreboding, foreboding tones. He fervently stroked her alabaster brow. She fell under his cloak of darkness.

Scène 2
Lieu :
Outside the White Sands Hotel

Morgan Harris :

Here's your tea, my dear.

Elvira Evans :
Morgan, look. Do you think she needs help?

Scène 3
Lieu :
Beach front

Morgan Harris :

Are you a journalist ?

Anne :
No, a teacher. No, I'm a writer. Actually, I write books.
Morgan Harris :
Oh. Books
Anne :
Books.
Morgan Harris :
I hope nothing's spoiled or missing.
Anne :
It doesn't matter. I keep it all filed away in my imagination anyway.
Elvira Evans :
Morgan! Morgan, we'll be late for our luncheon.
Anne :
Thank you.
Morgan Harris :
Excuse me.

Scène 4
Lieu :
The schoolhouse

Students :

No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks. When the teacher rings the bell . . .

Anne :
Bye, Barbara Shaw. Don't forget your lunch pail.
Girl 1:
Bye Miss Shirley!
Anne :
Bye! Bye, Jacob. Good luck with your job at the smithy.
Boy :
Bye, Miss Shirley.
Students :
Good-bye, Miss Shirley. Good-bye, Miss Shirley.
Anne :
Bye. Bye.
Minnie May Barry:
Good-bye, Miss Shirley
Anne :
Good-bye, Minnie May.
Girl 2:
Bye, Miss Shirley!

Scène 5
Lieu :
Out house

Tommy Bell :

Is that how you smoke it?

Anthony Pye :
Don't you know anything? You've got to lick it to make the paper stick. [to Minnie May] What do you want?
Minnie May Barry:
My mama says smoking makes your mouth brown and your ears stick out.
Anthony Pye :
Well, your mother's an old windbag.
Minnie May Barry:
No, she is not. And I'm gonna tell Miss Shirley you two been smoking.
Anthony Pye :
You do and I'll lock you up and sic my dog on you.
Minnie May Barry:
Will not. You can't catch me! [they grab her, screaming] Help!
Anthony Pye :
Let's see how you like being locked up, you little tattle-tale.
Minnie May Barry:
Let me go! Let me go! I'm gonna tell on you two! Let me go! Let me go! I'm gonna tell on you two! You two are bad boys. I'm...
Anthony Pye :
See how you like that, you little tattle-tale.
Tommy Bell :
Yeah, we're gonna sic his dog on you if you say anything.
Minnie May Barry:
[screaming] I want out!
Anne :
Why, Minnie May!
Minnie May Barry:
Anthony Pye and Tommy Bell locked me in here because I was gonna tell on those two. They were smoking cigarettes. And Anthony's gonna sic his watch dog on me.
Anne :
He'll do no such thing. Now, you run home. Your mother will be wondering where you are.
Minnie May Barry:
Alright, Miss Shirley.

Scène 6
Lieu : Lake

Mr. Pye :

Ah, good day, Miss Shirley.

Anne :
Good afternoon, Mr. Pye
Mr. Pye :
Must be glad school's out. I hope my Anthony behaved himself this year.
Anne :
Anthony's grades have been quite good, and he is well liked by everyone. I understand from Minnie May Barry that you have an excellent watch dog looking out for you, Anthony.
Mr. Pye :
Oh, and that's a fact. No foxes around our chicken coop this year, Miss Shirley.
Anne :
A finer watch dog you'll never see, so Minnie May was just telling me. Oh, and thank you, Anthony, for volunteering with Tommy to whitewash the outhouse for me next Monday. I hear you two are excellent painters. Well, I'll be seeing you, then, Monday morning at 9:00. Good day.

Scène 7
Lieu :
The Avonlea post office

Anne :

I'm sorry. I know you're closed, Mrs. Harrison, but I promised Marilla I'd pick up the mail in town today. The post man, he left a registered card in our box yesterday.

Mrs. Harrisson :
Lucky you caught us, Anne Shirley. Don't know if I've seen anything come through today, though.
Mrs. Sloane :
No, ma'am. No, nothing for Green Gables.
Anne :
But I have a registered card, Mrs. Sloane.
Mrs. Sloane :
Oh, just a minute, now. Oh! That's right! I remember. One of them big manilla envelopes that you've been sending out recently did come back yesterday registered mail. Yes, here it is. Now. I can't see a thing without my glasses.
Mrs. Harrisson :
It's got your name on it, alright. "Curtis Publishing Company, Boston." Ain't they magazine people?
Anne :
Must be a complimentary subscription or some such nuisance. Thanks so much for letting me in. Good afternoon Mrs. Harrison, Mrs. Sloane.

Scène 8
Lieu :
Outside the Avonlea post office

Gilbert :

[grabbing letter] So, this is why you keep disappearing on me every time I plan to pick you up after school.

Anne :
Gilbert Blythe!

Gilbert :

All this secrecy. You never have time to speak to your friends anymore.
Anne :
You give that back or I won't speak to you again.

Gilbert :

Well, if you're going to be so touchy. [gives back the letter]
Anne :
Thank you.

Gilbert :

You know, people think you have been acting very peculiarly lately, and I might as well tell you so. Why didn't you show up at the Carmody Spring Festival? I saved a spot for you at our table.
Anne :
I was busy. I was trying to get my finals marked.

Gilbert :

Anne, you had your finals marked and posted with the board before I did. What are you up to?
Anne :
Nothing. This is a completely personal matter.

Gilbert :

I suppose it must be. You can't keep your word anymore.
Anne :
Good grief! You know how to try one's patience, don't you?

Gilbert :

Don't get up on your high horse with me, Anne Shirley. I cycled all the way from Carmody to tell you something I found out about Diana Barry today.
Anne :
You are a real pill, Gilbert Blythe. What about Diana Barry?

Gilbert :

Uh-uh. Not until you spill the beans.
Anne :
You won't say anything to your folks or Jane Andrews or Charlie Sloane.

Gilbert :

On my honor.
Anne :
And you promise you won't ever tease me about this.

Gilbert :

I wouldn't risk your anger.
Anne :
Alright.

Gilbert :

[reading letter] "Dear Miss Shirley, We regret to return the enclosed manuscript Averil's Atonement but are unable to accept it for publication. Sincerely yours, Women's Home Journal Magazine"?
Anne :
You know the story I wrote this spring? I'm attempting to get it published.

Gilbert :

Anne, that's tremendous! [rings bell] Listen to this, everybody! Avonlea's public school teacher soon to become world famous Canadian authoress...
Anne :
It hasn't happened yet, you fool! And don't you dare tell anyone. Now, what's all the fuss about Diana Barry?

Gilbert :

Well, from what I understand, she's going an extended vacation this summer.
Anne :
Is that all? Where is she going?

Gilbert :

You mean, with whom is she going?
Anne :
Alright, with whom, then? What difference does it make?

Gilbert :

Fred Wright obviously makes a lot of difference to her. He's proposed and Diana has accepted.
Anne :
Proposed?

Gilbert :

Charlie Sloane found out from Fred himself.
Anne :
Roly Poly Fred Wright? But, they hardly know each other. Of all the stupid, sentimental things for Diana to do. I didn't even know it was like this. She probably only accepted because Fred was the first person to ever ask her.

Gilbert :

Don't be silly. Fred's a terrific fellow.
Anne :
He better steer clear of me. He has no business waltzing in, stealing my best friend.

Gilbert :

You're not jealous, are you?
Anne :
No. Just disappointed. Why do people have to grow up and marry, change?

Gilbert :

Oh, you'll change. If someone ever admitted that they were head over heels for you, you'd be swept off your feet in an moment.
Anne :
I would not. And I defy anyone who would try and make me change.

Gilbert :

You do?

Scène 9
Lieu :
Cycling on road

Anne :

Last one to the bridge is a stuffed goose!

Gilbert :
[he laughs] Cheaters never prosper, Anne Shirley.
Anthony Pye :
Watch out, Rover!
Gilbert :
[falls in lake] You've had it now, Miss Shirley.

Scène 10
Lieu :
A field

Anne :

[laughing] Sorry, Diana.

Gilbert :
[laughing] Sorry.
Anne :
[laughing] But Gil, he fell in the brook.
Fred Wright :
Well, thank you for the lovely walk, Diana.
Diana :
Please thank you mother for the crochets. Myra Gillis had 37 doilies when she got married and I'm determined to have at least as many as she had.
Anne :
I suppose it would be impossible to keep house with only 36 doilies. But I assure you, Mr. Wright, Diana will be the sweetest little homemaker in the world, so long as you can afford to let her keep up with the Gillis'.
Fred Wright :
Well, I hope so. Good day, ladies, Gilbert.
Gilbert :
Well, I better go get my bicycle. I'll talk to you ladies later. Bye.
Diana :
Anne Shirley, that was.... I've never been so humiliated in all my life. That was the meanest.... How could you make fun of me in public?
Anne :
Diana, I wasn't making fun. I was just teasing. I'm sorry.
Diana :
You always have to be the center of attention whenever Gilbert Blythe is in anyone's company.
Anne :
That's not true. Please, forgive me Diana. I didn't mean to pick a quarrel. Why couldn't you have told me about you and Fred yourself? I feel like I lost my best friend.
Diana :
You were so busy writing your book and marking exam papers. It just happened. Then he asked. I'm really happy. But it does seem ridiculous to think of me being engaged to Fred, doesn't it? I don't care what he looks like; he's got a good heart. He's so thoughtful. We'll probably make a pudgy old couple some day. But it doesn't matter.
Anne :
I am glad for you, Diana.
Diana :
Don't you ever mean to get married?
Anne :
Perhaps. If I meet the right one.
Diana :
What about Gilbert?
Anne :
Gilbert's just a chum. I don't care for him that way. You know what my ideal is, Diana.
Diana :
Tall, irresistibly handsome, proud, and melancholy. But people's ideals change sometimes.
Anne :
Mine wouldn't. And I wouldn't care for any man who didn't fulfill them.
Diana :
What if you never meet him?
Anne :
Then I shall die an old maid.
Diana :
I suppose you're right to be discriminating. Half the men across the country will be courting you when your story's published. You're going to be famous and I'll be so proud. What is it?
Anne :
Women's Home Journal sent it back.
Diana :
What? The editor must be crazy! What reason did he give?
Anne :
No reason at all. Just a printed slip saying it wasn't acceptable.
Diana :
That's ridiculous. He mustn't have read it. I'm going to cancel my subscription immediately.
Anne :
Averil's Atonement. It sounded so inspiring and romantic. If you can tell me truthfully, Diana, if you can recall any major faults in my story?
Diana :
Well, the part where Averil makes the cake. It doesn't.... It doesn't seem to match the rest of the story.
Anne :
But, that's one of the most romantic parts in the whole story! It's a well known fact that great ladies of old believed that the culinary arts also fed the soul.
Diana :
Well, I'll have to read it again to remember what my first opinion was. If you let me keep it, maybe I can suggest some changes.
Anne :
You don't know how discouraging it is to get a rejection, Diana. And right when I'm in the midst of writing a new epic: Rosaline's Revenge. It certainly takes the bloom off the rose.
Diana :
Don't be discouraged, Anne.
Rachel :
Anne Shirley! I'm not going to put up with this a day longer. I warned Marilla not to let it happen again. Well, it has. Patience has ceased to be a virtue. I want this rumpus stopped right now.
Anne :
Would you just calm down and tell me what the trouble is.
Rachel :
Calm down? First it was our potatoes. Then my June lilies, which Thomas planted on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Now this darn jersey cow's devoured almost all my prize-winning cabbages. And if Tillie Boulter walks away with the red ribbon at the Charlottetown exhibition, you can let Marilla know I am holding her financially responsible.
Anne :
I'm sorry, Mrs. Lynde, because Dolly is my cow, not Marilla's. Matthew bought her for me two years ago as a calf from Mr. Bell.
Rachel :
Sorry? Well, sorry is not going to help the habit this cow has made trampling through my cabbages. And if you think...
Anne :
I am sorry, but the fence that separates your potato field from our pasture is an eyesore. And if you'd kept it in better repair, Dolly wouldn't have broken in.
Rachel :
A jail fence wouldn't keep that devil out. And what's more, my Thomas has been far too ill the past six months to repair any fences. And I know one thing, you red-headed snippet! You'd be better employed fixing that fence yourself rather than mooning around, wasting your time, writing for some rubbishy magazine.
Anne :
I would rather spend my time profitably than squander it in idle gossip, meddling in other people's affairs. I won't cherish any hard feelings against you because of your narrow-minded opinions. But, thank goodness I have an imagination which allows me to understand how it must be to find a cow amongst prize-winning cabbages. Dolly shall never break into your field again. I give you my word of honor on that point.
Rachel :
Well, you just make sure that she doesn't!
Marilla :
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
Rachel :
Well, Marilla, I hope that canal horse destroys your tomato patch next. And don't expect any sympathy from your girl. I've always warned you she had a temper to match her hair.
Marilla :
Oh, good Lord.

Scène 11
Lieu :
Cuthbert yard

Diana :

She can't possibly get out now unless she tears the fence down. I never realized Mrs. Lynde was such a crank.

Anne :
There's certainly nothing of a kindred spirit in her.

Scène 12
Lieu :
Cuthbert porch

Marilla :

You set your heart too much on frivolous things and then crash down into despair when you don't get them.

Anne :
I know. I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset. It almost pays for the thud.
Marilla :
Well, maybe it does. But I'd rather walk calmly along and do without both flying and thud.
Anne :
Martin. He's forgotten the cows on Orchard Slope.

Scène 13
Lieu :
Cuthbert fields

Anne :

I was as polite as I could be, under the circumstances, Marilla. And I apologized, despite her stinging personal remarks.

Marilla :
Rachel specializes in getting under people's skin, I know. But you ought to have bit your tongue, Anne, seeing as we were in the wrong.
Anne :
No, I ought to have sold Dolly to Gilbert's father a month ago when he wanted to buy her. I thought it was just as well to wait until the auction and let all the stock go together. Martin! There are two more cows!
Marilla :
Rachel will get over this. Her nerves have been raw lately, and deservedly so. Thomas is pretty bad, and Dr. Spencer says that he won't be with us for very long.
Anne :
I hope she doesn't have to sell her farm. That'd be a terrible loss. I mean, I know how we felt when Matthew died.
Marilla :
Anne, I wanted to talk to you about something for a while. I know you've been content enough here, but I never feel at ease thinking about how you've given up so much of your own opportunity.
Anne :
Marilla, I couldn't leave you alone here. Besides, I'd probably make a much better teacher than a writer, any day.
Marilla :
Anne, you have been my comfort and joy since Matthew passed away. But I promised myself that when you gave up the Avery scholarship to stay home, I'd make it up to you one day.
Anne :
I've never been sorry I stayed for a moment.
Marilla :
Mr. Barry has really taken over the farm almost completely. And my eyesight is so much better now, I can manage with Martin. Perhaps one of the Piccard girls over in Rustico could board with me for a while so you could dust off some of your ambitions if you like. What do you think about that?
Anne :
Oh, Marilla, I feel as though someone's handed me the moon and I don't exactly know what to do with it.
Marilla :
Matthew and I spent forty years looking after papa. Perhaps I never mentioned it before, but I can't help but confess it was with a regretful heart at times.
Anne :
You had a little bit of romance in your own life, Marilla.
Marilla :
You wouldn't think it to look at me, would you? But you can never tell about people by their outsides.
Anne :
Do you suppose that Mr. Blythe remembers that he was your beau?
Marilla :
Stuff and nonsense. [Anne laughs] Oh, no. That's enough now. No more foolishness.
Anne :
Oh, it seems so funny and horrible to think of Diana marrying Fred. Doesn't it?
Marilla :
What is so horrible about it?
Anne :
Well he certainly isn't the wild, dashing young man Diana used to want to marry. Fred is extremely good.
Marilla :
That is exactly what he should be. Would you want to marry a wicked man?
Anne :
Well, I wouldn't marry anyone who was really wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.
Marilla :
You'll have more sense someday, I hope.

Scène 14
Lieu :
Outside the Avonlea post office

Josie Pye :

I believe Anne Shirley just copied that story. I am sure I remember reading it in a newspaper years ago.

Mrs. Boulter :
Well, I'm sorry to hear she's taken to writing novels at all. Nobody born and bred in Avonlea would do it.

Scène 15
Lieu :
Inside the Avonlea post office

Mrs. Harrison :

Been writing anymore stories lately, Miss Shirley.

Anne :
No, Mrs. Harrison.
Mrs. Harrison :
Well, no offense, ma'am. Mable Sloane here says that she found another one of them big manilla envelopes come through here a couple of weeks ago, that's all.
Mrs. Sloane :
It was addressed to the Rollings Reliable Baking Powder Company in Montreal. My suspicion that someone was trying for that prize that they were offering for the best story introducing the new baking powder. The address wasn't in your handwriting, though.
Anne :
I should hope not. I'd never dream of competing for anything so disgraceful. It would almost be as bad as Jake Griffith's Chataghua Show.

Scène 16
Lieu :
Back outside the Avonlea post office

Mrs. Boulter :

But that's what comes of Marilla Cuthbert adopting an orphan from Goodness-knows-where or what kind of parents.

Josie Pye :
Why, Anne! Congratulations!
Mrs. Boulter :
You have such a way of putting Avonlea on the map.
Anne :
Thank you. But what do you mean? Congratulations for what?
Josie Pye :
You were always such a terrible fake at modesty, even during public school.
Mrs. Boulter :
Well, there's nothing fake about the business Lawson's General Store intends to do from all this.
Josie Pye :
And I think that blue you're wearing is so dramatic for a young authoress. You almost look pretty in it.
Anne :
Ah, don't say things you don't mean, Josie.
Josie Pye :
That Anne Shirley is so smug.
Mrs. Boulter :
That girl always did give herself airs.
[Anne walks down street toward Lawson's General Store.]
Two boys :
Congratulations!
Man 1:
Congratulations, Anne.
Woman 1:
It was a wonderful story, Anne. Congratulations.
Man 2:
Splendid story, Anne. You deserve the best.
Man 3:
Congratulations, Miss Shirley!
Anthony Pye :
Congratulations, Miss Shirley! I really liked the bit about the cake!

Scène 17
Lieu :
Lawson's General Store

Anne :

Great Jehoshephat!

Alice Lawson :
Anne Shirley, we've been trying to track you down everywhere. Oh, ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Avonlea's famous authoress. Father, come out here.
Mr. Lawson :
Oh my Goodness, Miss Shirley.
Anne :
I don't understand.
Alice Lawson :
You won the contest, you goose! And I knew you'd go into it all behind our backs.
Mr. Lawson :
Quiet everybody. Quiet, please. It is my great pleasure as official purveyor to Avonlea of the Rollings Reliable Baking Powder Company to read this, the following tribute. [reading letter] "Miss Anne Shirley, Green Gables, P.E.I. Dear Madam: We have much pleasure in informing you that your charming story Averil's Atonement has won the $100 grand prize in our recent competition for the best story introducing the name of our revered product. The prize will be presented by Mr. Charles Lawson of Lawson's General, Avonlea. We have arranged for publication of the story in several prominent newspapers across the country and will supply it in pamphlet form for distribution among our patrons. Thanking you for the interest you have shown in supporting our enterprises, we remain yours very truly, The Rollings Reliable Baking Powder Company."
Alice Lawson :
You'll sign mine, won't you? Here. Oh! And I'm sure Miss Shirley will be happy to sign everybody's brochure. And don't forget your purchase of this remarkable product.
Diana :
[entering] Anne! Anne! Oh, I'm wild with delight! I was sure I would win when I sent it into the competition.
Anne :
Diana Barry!
Diana :
Yes, I did. I thought of your story in a minute when I saw the ad in the paper.
Anne :
Miss Shirley, will you sign this for my daughter?
Diana :
Well, I was going to tell you to send it in yourself, but I figured you had so little faith left in you, you wouldn't. So, I sent my copy. Then, if you hadn't won, you would never have known because the stories that failed weren't being sent back. Why, Anne, you don't seem a bit pleased.
Anne :
Of course, I couldn't be anything but pleased. It was the gesture of a true friend to try and boost my spirits. But there isn't a word about baking powder.
Diana :
Oh, I put that in. It was as easy as a wink. You know the scene where Averil makes the cake? Well, I just stated that she used Rollings Reliable and that's why it turned out so well. See. And then here, in the last paragraph where Percival clasps Averil in his arms and says, "Sweetheart, the beautiful coming years will bring us the fulfillment of our house of dreams." I added, "in which we will never use any baking powder except Rollings Reliable."
Anne :
Oh.
Diana :
Come on. I have the buggy. I'll take you home. You won $100! Prissy Grant told me that Canadian Women only pays $5 a story.

Scène 18
Lieu :
Road, riding buggy home

Anne :

I can't take it. It's rightfully yours, Diana. You sent the story in and made the alterations. I certainly wouldn't have sent it in. So, you have to take it.

Diana :
I'd like to see myself! It wasn't any trouble, Anne. The honor of being the best friend of the prize winner is enough for me. I'm so glad for your sake.
Anne :
I think you're the sweetest and truest friend in the world, Diana. I will by your wedding gift with this.
Diana :
Don't you dare spend it all on me.
Anne :
I got a letter today from our dear old teacher, Miss Stacey. She is head of the King's County Board of Education in New Brunswick.
Diana :
What a promotion.
Anne :
And apparently there's a position she's recommended me for, at a ladies' college in Kingsport.
Diana :
How flattering. You wouldn't actually leave, would you?
Anne :
No, but I ought to apply anyway She's gone to all this trouble, and I wouldn't... [cow moos] STOP, DIANA!

Scène 19
Lieu :
Muddy field

Diana :

Anne! You'll ruin your dress in that muddy field! Ruin it! She'll never get that cow all by herself. Come back! Stop! Anne Shirley, you are being ridiculous! Get out of the field this minute!

Anne :
I don't care about my dress! I must get the cow out before Rachel Lynde sees her! Alright, Diana, run! Corner her! That's it, Diana! Now, don't frighten her. This is what we've got to do: Maybe if we can get a hold of her we can force her over the fence into our field. Look, you fill the gap. And I'm going to make a run for it, straight toward her. With any luck she'll jump the fence.
Diana :
You don't mean you're actually going to walk through that mulch, do you?
Anne :
It's the lesser of the two evils, Diana. Or she'll get into Rachel's cabbage patch again.
Diana :
Alright! I have the gap blocked.
Anne :
Here, Dolly. Good girl. Shoo! Come on! You wretched cow! Don't even think about Rachel's cabbages. [she falls, Diana screams]
Diana :
Oh, Anne. Your stupid cow. [she falls]
Anne :
Sorry.
Gilbert :
Well, the elegant and illustrious Miss Shirley. Relaxed while seeking out ideas for her next Rollings Reliable writing assignment, I presume.
Anne :
Well, do you suppose I'm here to chat with the bullfrogs? Be a gentleman.
Gilbert :
You'd've been better off selling her last month when dad offered to buy her.
Anne :
Well, I'll sell Dolly to him right now, if he wants her. [Mr. Blythe laughs] You may have our darn jersey anytime you want to, Mr. Blythe. Well, this very minute, for that matter.
Mr. Blythe :
Done! I'll give you the $20 I offered before. Gil can drive her over to Carmody right now and she'll go to town with the rest of the shipments this evening. I promised Mr. Reed of Brighton a jersey. [he laughs]
Diana :
What will Marilla say?
Anne :
She won't care. Dolly was my cow, anyway. It's not likely she'll bring more than $20 at the auction. But when Rachel sees this field, she'll know Dolly was loose.
Gilbert :
Anne, I'll be over this afternoon with your $20.
Anne :
Well, it's taught me a lesson: not to stake my word of honor on cows. [Mr. Blythe laughs]

Scène 20
Lieu :
Avonlea road

Anne :

How do you think a mother would feel if she found her child tattooed all over with a baking powder advertisement? I love my story, and I wrote it out of the best that was in me.

Gilbert :
Oh, you're just tired. Besides, why should you care? $100 is more than you make in two month's teaching anyway.

Anne :

Josie Pye and Tillie Boulter can't wait to pounce on it.
Gilbert :
Oh, they're spiteful old cats. You're just the first person in pokey old Avonlea to try anything like that. All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.

Anne :

Mad to think I could write anything better than a baking powder advertisement. This has dampened any spark of ambition. I shall never write another story again.
Gilbert :
Oh, I wouldn't give up all together. Maybe if you just let your characters speak everyday English, instead of all that highfalutin mumbo-jumbo.

Anne :

You think my story's full of faults, too, don't you?
Gilbert :
"Wilt thou give up thy garter, oh fairest of the fair"? Anne, nobody speaks that way. And look at that sap Percival who sits around mooning the entire time. He never lets a girl get a word in edgewise. In real life she'd have pitched him.

Anne :

His poetry would win any girl's heart.
Gilbert :
Well, if you want my opinion, Miss Shirley, I'd write about places I knew something of and people that spoke everyday English. Instead of these silly schoolgirl romances.

Anne :

I don't share your opinion. [he whips her] I am not your horse, Mr. Blythe.
Gilbert :
I'm just trying to give you a bit of friendly advice.

Anne :

Is that so?
Gilbert :
Take the $100 and write a real story about the people you care about, right here in Avonlea.

Anne :

Well, you certainly wouldn't be one of them. Pitching and mooning? You know, you're about as intellectual as Charlie and Moody and Fred and all the rest of the boys who can only think of finding some silly girl to marry and keep a house for them.
Gilbert :
Well you can cry and feel sorry for yourself all you want, but it won't help you write a better novel. Will you still come with me to Fred's clambake next Tuesday? [she shakes her head no] Listen, Anne, I'm sorry. Will you let me walk you back? I was just trying to be helpful. You know you get my back up sometimes. Listen, I'm sorry. What else can I do?

Anne :

Let me get a word in edgewise once in a while before I pitch you! [she hits him with her basket and storms away]

Scène 21
Lieu :
Cuthbert porch

Mr. Blythe :

Good day, Marilla.

Marilla :
John Blythe, we haven't seen you around these parts much, lately.

Mr. Blythe :

Well, I haven't much time for social calls now-a-days. The old place still looks as pretty, though.
Marilla :
The old buildings are getting worn down, but people in Avonlea still say that it's the loveliest old spot on the North Shore.

Mr. Blythe :

It is that. Some things never change, even in 30 years. I'm looking for my boy.
Marilla :
Yes, Anne and he are walking by the pond. Maybe, would you like to sit a while until they come back?

Mr. Blythe :

Thanks, but we're taking a shipment in to Charlottetown before dark. I best go and find them.
Gilbert :
[Anne arrives, fuming] Anne! What about your $20 for the cow?
Mr. Blythe :
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? Good day, Marilla.

Scène 22
Lieu :
Anne's room

Marilla :

There, there. You take things too much to heart, Anne Shirley.

Anne :
Oh, Marilla. It's been such a Jonah day: Rollings Reliable, Dolly, Gilbert.

Marilla :

Now, now. Jonah days come to everybody. God knows best. You used to say, "Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes." Do you remember? Oh, what a girl you were for making mistakes in them days. Hmm? I used to think you were possessed. Mind the time you dyed your hair. Oh, Lord.
Anne :
Oh, what a worry my red hair used to be. I'm afraid I've never been able to endure personal criticism very well. Gilbert gave his honest opinion about my story this afternoon. Oh, my temper always gets the better of me! I whipped him as hard as I could.

Marilla :

I'm glad to hear it. The Blythes have always been far too opinionated for their own good.
Anne :
No, Marilla. He was right. And I've made a terrible idiot of myself. You don't know how spiteful I was.

Marilla :

I can imagine.
Anne :
Our friendship, it won't ever be the same now. Why can't he just be sensible instead of acting like a sentimental schoolboy?

Marilla :

Because he loves you.
Anne :
He loves me? I can't know why.

Marilla :

Because you made Josie Pye and Ruby Gillis and all of those wishy-washy young ladies who waltzed by him look like spineless nothings.
Anne :
Marilla, he's hardly my idea of a romantic suitor.

Marilla :

Anne, you have tricked something out of that imagination of yours that you call romance. Have you forgotten how he gave up the Avonlea school for you so that you could stay here with me? He picked you up everyday in his carriage so that you could study your courses together. Don't toss it away for some ridiculous ideal that doesn't exist. Hmm? Now, you come downstairs and see if a good cup of tea and some of those plum puffs I made today don't hearten you.
Anne :
Plum puffs won't minister to a mind diseased in a world that's crumbled into pieces.

Marilla :

Well, I'm glad to see that your dented spirits haven't injured your tongue.

Scène 23
Lieu :
Cuthbert kitchen

Marilla :

I suppose it's just as well you sold the darn cow. Though you do do things in a dreadful head longed fashion. I only pray Rachel doesn't burst a blood vessel when she sees her potato fields today.

Anne :
I've decided to write Miss Stacey and ask her for more particulars on this ladies' college.

Marilla :

I think that's a wise idea, Anne. Go out and find me a couple of eggs, will you?
Anne :
I don't know how in heaven's name Dolly got out of that pen. She must have just broken some of the boards.

Scène 24
Lieu :
Outside kitchen

Anne :

[sees Dolly] No! MARILLA! Dolly's here!

Marilla :

Anne? What in heaven's name is the matter with you?
Anne :
What will I do? Oh, this is terrible. It's all my fault. I must learn to reflect a little before I go charging ahead recklessly!

Marilla :

Anne Shirley, you are the most exasperating girl. What is it that you've done?
Anne :
I've sold Rachel Lynde's jersey cow, the one they bought in Carmody last spring, to Mr. Blythe. And Dolly is here this very minute in the milking pen!

Marilla :

Anne, are you dreaming?
Anne :
No, I only wish I were. There's no dream about it. It's very much like a nightmare.

Marilla :

That is Dolly.
Anne :
Rachel Lynde's cow is in Charlottetown by now. Marilla, I thought I was finished getting into scrapes, and here I am in the very worst one I was in in my entire life. What can I do?

Marilla :

Do? There's nothing to do but to go to go and tell Rachel the truth. You just going to have to learn to settle down and pay head to things.
Anne :
I've humiliated myself into the very dust. Perhaps she'll accept a plate of plum puffs as a peace offering.

Scène 25
Lieu :
Lynde house [upon seeing Anne approach, Rachel runs inside the house]

Anne :

Oh, no. If she's that cross, what will she be when I say what I've done?

Marilla :
If she gives you the chance to say anything at all. Afternoon, Thomas.
Thomas Lynde :
Afternoon, Marilla
Marilla :
Afternoon, Rachel.
Rachel :
Marilla, Anne. I'm glad you've come. I certainly had no intention of visiting you people after being flown at as I was on my last visit.
Marilla :
Well, it would appear that some kind of cuffuffle has come out of this. Anne would like to...
Rachel :
Please, Marilla. I'm not finished yet. On reflection I realized that I was partly to blame. I had no right to be so ill-tempered with you. And I'm not one of them who can never be brought to own up to their mistakes. I'd like to apologize to you, Anne Shirley, and I wonder if you'd sign my copy of your Averil's Atonement. The money they pay for such lies is perfectly amazing, but I read it to my Thomas and we were both moved. I'm much obliged to you as it's the only entertainment he's had in the past six months.
Thomas Lynde :
I laughed so hard I'm not sure it wasn't good for my heart.
Anne :
I'm so pleased.
Rachel :
Come and lay off your things. You'll stay to tea, won't you?
Marilla :
Thank you, Rachel.
Rachel :
It's nothing short of a wonder how you've improved, Anne, in looks and talent. I'm not overly partial to the pale, wide-eyed style, myself; I prefer more snap and color. But you do make them other Avonlea girls with showy good looks seem kind of overdone. Like my June lilies alongside them big red peonies, that's what. Here's your tea, Thomas.
Thomas Lynde :
I don't want tea.
Rachel :
Now, now, Thomas. You just finish you nap here and get some fresh air.
Anne :
I really... I wanted to confess something to you, Mrs. Lynde. It's about the jersey cow.
Rachel :
I saw my trampled potato fields this morning. Never mind, Anne. It makes no difference now.
Anne :
If only it were that, Mrs. Lynde. But it's ten times worse.
Rachel :
Well, you're never safe from surprise till you're dead. Don't tell me she's done in the last of my cabbages, too.
Anne :
It's not the cabbages, Mrs. Lynde, and I'll tell you everything. Just please don't interrupt. It's making me nervous.
Thomas Lynde :
Rachel!
Rachel :
Thomas, you're supposed to be snoozing!
Anne :
See, Diana and I chased a certain jersey cow out of your potato field, yesterday. Well, you can't imagine what a difficult time we had. I was so dreadfully tired and wet and cross after it all. Well, I sold the cow on the spot to the Blythes for $20.
Rachel :
I hope you're not vexed with her, Marilla. She should have consulted you first. So long as my cabbages are safe, we'll just pretend it didn't happen.
Anne :
See, this morning, I found my Dolly still shut up in our milking pen.
Marilla :
It was your cow that Anne sold to John Blythe, Rachel.
Anne :
And it was shipped out right away on the afternoon train by Mr. Blythe.
Marilla :
You will find our jersey is as good as yours. Or perhaps you'd prefer the $20.
Rachel :
Marilla Cuthbert! We paid more than $50 for our cow, and I have no intention of accepting that varmint of yours in exchange.
Marilla :
You have admitted you are partially to blame for all of this!
Rachel :
Anne Shirley, you are too heedless and impulsive. You just go on and do whatever comes into your head, that's what. Well, in this world you pay for your mistakes and you can certainly afford to pay now!
Marilla :
Well, you have certainly made a fine exhibition of yourself, Rachel. Falling all over this girl because she's a success. It's plain to see now what your true colors are.
Thomas Lynde :
Rachel!
Rachel :
I'm coming Thomas! Oh, that man. If he'd just brave up and exert his willpower a little, he'd get better in no time.
Marilla :
It's a wonder to me that he dared to get sick at all without asking her permission. Come along, Anne. We'll pay her her $50.
Rachel :
Thomas! Thomas! Dear God, please don't take him.
Thomas Lynde :
[says something indistinguishable]
Rachel :
What is it, Thomas?
Marilla :
Where's his medicine, Rachel?
Rachel :
It's in the cupboard. [to Thomas] What is it, Thomas?
Anne :
Is this it?
Rachel :
Yes.
Thomas Lynde :
Rachel.
Rachel :
Yes, Thomas? What is it?
Thomas Lynde :
I..
Marilla :
What is it? I can't hear you. What is it? Oh, Thomas!
Rachel :
Rachel, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do.

Scène 26
Lieu :
Cuthbert kitchen

Rachel :

All our debts are settled. I expect I'll go west to my Robert. If he'll have me. The farm is mortgaged and now it will have to be sold.

Marilla :
Now, Rachel, pull yourself together.
Rachel :
Well, I'm no jelly fish. But, a woman my age doesn't make friends and interestes easily, that's all. It breaks my heart to think of leaving Avonlea.
Anne :
How are you feeling tonight, Rachel?
Rachel :
A little better I think, thank you, Anne. Here's my gift, paid for out of the proceeds of the jersey cow. It's not much of a party gift, but you tell them that I plan to give them my zigzag quilt as a wedding present.
Marilla :
Why, Anne, you haven't worn that dress in ages. You look lovely.
Anne :
Thank you, Marilla.
Rachel :
Gilbert Blythe will be mighty proud. Why isn't he here yet?
Marilla :
Put on you sweater. It's going to be cool this evening.
Anne :
I'm going alone, Rachel. I hope you don't mind my taking the carriage, Marilla.
Marilla :
No, no. You did put my name on the card, I hope?
Anne :
Of course, Marilla. Good-bye, now. Good-bye, Rachel.
Marilla :
Have a lovely time.
Rachel :
Be careful that you don't get your skirt caught in the wheel of the haywain, Anne. [Anne leaves] Well, Marilla. You know I pride myself on speaking my mind. I smell trouble, and I don't mind saying so. Providence matched them two up since they were children, that's what.
Marilla :
And they are children still.
Rachel :
She's 18 and I was married by that time. But Anne's grown too much like you, Marilla. It's the overparticular ones that get left behind.
Marilla :
And it is the over opinionated that end up unhappy and meaner than second skimmings.

Scène 27
Lieu :
Hayride [Anne and Diana laughing]

Anne :

Oh! This is glorious! Do you remember the time we slept all night in the hay loft?

Diana :
And I was so frightened we were going to be attacked by that barn owl that...
Fred Wright :
Come on, Diana. We have to organize the gifts.
Diana :
Duty calls. [she leaves]
Jane Andrews :
Anne! Where are you off to? We won't leave any clams for you if you don't hurry back.
Anne :
Just enjoying the fresh air.
Jane Andrews :
Oh, you haven't met my fiancé. Harry Inglis from Winnipeg, Anne Shirley.
Harry Inglis :
Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
Ruby Gillis :
Pleased to meet you. Well, you're a very lucky man, Mr. Inglis. Where will you live?
Jane Andrews :
In Montreal. Harry's in the mining business.
Ruby Gillis :
Oh, Jane. Stop showing off your ring. I can see it glimmering through the trees.
Anne :
It's been real nice seeing you again, Anne. Let's go, Harry.
Ruby Gillis :
[to two suitors] You boys run along with Jane and Harry. I want to talk to Anne. [they leave] Isn't Jane's millionaire ancient? He could be her father!
Anne :
Well, he certainly must have a lot of money.
Ruby Gillis :
I'll say! He's just showered her with jewelry. And they're going to Europe on a wedding tour.
Anne :
Jane's such a nice girl. She's never even tried to attract attention.
Ruby Gillis :
Well, she's certainly not in the millionaires' class. What about you? Are you here with Gilbert?
Anne :
I...
Ruby Gillis :
Aren't those two ridiculous? They're determined to sit each other out. I really don't care a snit about either of them. Well, let's get together soon, Anne. I want to hear all your news.

Scène 28
Lieu :
Meadow [music starts]

Anne :

[pretending to herself] Me? I'd be honored to accept this dance. [dances with imaginary suitor] "You have lovely starry violet eyes." "Why, thank you. You can call me Cordelia." "Cordelia, you have an exquisite rose leaf complexion."

Gilbert :
[to imaginary suitor] Do allow me. I have an account to settle with this young lady. Your $20. Care to?
[they dance, she trips and pulls away]
Anne :
I'm sorry, Gil. I must have two left feet.

Scène 29
Lieu :
Bridge

Gilbert :
What are you thinking about?
Anne :
I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish like a broken silence.
Gilbert :
Doesn't it remind you of our old school-day picnics?
Anne :
Hmm. I don't want any of it to change. I wish I could just hold on to those days forever. I have a feeling things will never be the same again, will they?
Gilbert :
Well, I won't change. That's the least I can promise you. Anne, there's something I want to ask you.
Anne :
Gil, please don't.
Gilbert :
What is it? You've been avoiding me all spring, ever since we graduated.
Anne :
I never wanted to make you care for me so. I kept away so you wouldn't.
Gilbert :
Well, I won't be coming back to White Sands in the fall. Dalhousie Medical School's accepted me.
Anne :
Gil, I'm so proud of you.
Gilbert :
I'm sorry about last week. I just wanted to show you how much I care. Now, maybe you don't think I'm good enough for you now, but I will be someday.
Anne :
No, Gil. You're a great deal too good for me. But you want someone who will adore you; someone who will be happy just to hang on your arm and build a home for you. I wouldn't.
Gilbert :
Anne, that's not what I'm looking for at all.
Anne :
We'd end up like two old crows, fighting all the time. I know I'd be unhappy and I'd wish we'd never done it.
Gilbert :
Everybody expects it. You must feel that.
Anne :
Well, then, it would be for all the wrong reasons, Gil. You just think that you love me.
Gilbert :
Anne, I've loved you as long as I can remember. I need you. I can't go away know that if I'd just...
Anne :
I promise that I will always be here if you need me. Good friends are always together in spirit. Let's not change, Gil. Let's just go on being good friends.
Gilbert :
Friends, huh? I thought we were kindred spirits. Please say yes.
Anne :
I can't. Gil, I'm so desperately sorry.

Scène 30
Lieu :
Road at night

Morgan Harris :

[honks horn] WHOA!!

Anne :

WHOA!
Morgan Harris :
Lady, get out of the way!

Anne :

Whoa!
Morgan Harris :
What the heck are you doing, lady? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to replace one of these lanterns?

Anne :

You had no business taking the right of way!
Morgan Harris :
You had no business to be out here alone in the dark without a lantern!

Anne :

Are all motorists as bold as you? I enjoying being out alone at night! Any gentleman would have had the decency to stop!
Morgan Harris :
I was hoping we'd meet again. I've been wondering for several weeks exactly who you were. I'm sorry I wasn't able to introduce myself that day on the beach...

Anne :

I have no desire to be introduced, thank you.
Morgan Harris :
I'll bet that no one's ever told you how becoming red hair can be in the moonlight.

Anne :

Actually, lots of people have.
Morgan Harris :
Why don't you tie the horse up? I'll take you wherever you want to go. You can come back for the buggy in the morning.

Anne :

I'll do no such thing!
Morgan Harris :
Suit yourself. Just trying to be a gentleman.
Anne :
Don't give yourself airs. You are in a class entirely by yourself!

Scène 31
Lieu :
Diana's bedroom

Anne :

[singing with record to Oh, Promise Me] "Oh promise me that someday you and I / Will take our love together to some sky / Where we can be alone and love renew..."

Diana :
If the minister's wife ever gets through this piece, I shall faint. I cannot stop it.

Anne :

"...the flowers are in bloo...oom." Can you just see the buttons popping off her corset?
Diana :
Oh, stop it. Oh, I'm going to be sick.

Anne :

Now, now. This is you, nervously sweeping up the aisle on your father's arm, your black curls frosted over with the film of your delicate chiffon veil. The perfect bride, you look into Fred's red face and whisper: "I'm unwept."
Diana :
Oh, don't be mean!

Anne :

Just promise me one thing: If he faints, make sure you catch him. [they fall on the bed and the bed breaks]
Mrs. Barry :
[from downstairs] Diana! Diana Barry, what in heaven's name is going on?
Diana :
[whispering to Anne] Now you've done it.
Mrs. Barry :
[from downstairs] Diana, answer me.
Diana :
Nothing, Mother. We're just rehearsing the wedding march.
Mrs. Barry :
[from downstairs] For pity sake, don't march through the ceiling.
Diana :
Oh, I'm so nervous, Anne. I don't know how I'm going to get through this tomorrow.

Anne :

You'll be alright. Everyone survives the ceremony; it's afterwards..
Diana :
Oh, you're so smug. Wait till your turn comes, Miss Anne.

Anne :

No, I have definitely decided on a career over marriage. I think I'd like to be a nun. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be the bride of heaven? Oh, but then I'm not Catholic and I hardly qualify for that sort of career.
Diana :
Well, what about a nurse? That's a romantic profession. Smoothing fevered brows. And some handsome millionaire patient falling madly in love with you and carrying you off to the Mediterranean.

Anne :

I can't give it all up for the prosaic reality of Gilbert. He proposed, you know. And I refused.
Diana :
You what?!

Anne :

Yes.
Diana :
Anne, are you out of your mind?

Anne :

Don't scold me, Diana. Can't you understand?
Diana :
Anne, I can't believe it. I thought all this going on about your ideals was a cover-up because he hadn't asked you, yet. You actually said no? After two years of flirting, this is scandalous.

Anne :

Take that back, Diana Barry. I never flirted with him. Gil and I have only ever been good friends.
Diana :
I even steered clear of Gilbert because of you. How could you, Anne?

Anne :

I know. I don't love him. I'm sure he despises me now. And you despise me. And I despise myself. I'm so humiliated over this whole stupid thing!
Diana :
Poor darling. I have no right to scold you. Things are so mixed up in real life, Anne. They're never as clear as they are in romantic novels.

Scène 32
Lieu :
Diana's wedding

Anne :

Your parents are coming.

Diana :
Oh, Anne, I shall die. I'm so nervous. I know I'm going to faint, Aunt Jo.
Tante Joséphine :
If you do, I'll drag you down to the rain water hog shed and drop you in. Here. Let me see at you.
Anne :
Don't you fret. Oh, you look lovely.
Mr. Barry :
Well, everything's all ready. I've given the minister the signal.
Mrs. Barry :
Oh, my darling, I'm losing you forever.
Tante Joséphine :
Now, now. Don't get all sentimental, Elizabeth. You still have Minnie May. Tears aren't lucky at weddings.

Scène 33
Lieu :
Walking down the aisle

Rachel :

What a fine looking pair.

Tante Joséphine :
You won't win that Blythe boy back by punishing him.
Anne : .
I wonder why everyone seems to think I ought be with Gilbert Blythe

Scène 34
Lieu :
Reception

Anne :

Moody Spurgeon! Goodness, you look older in you new celluloid collar.

Moody Spurgeon :
Thanks, Anne. You look dashing, yourself. You looked as good as the bride
Anne :
Well, how sweet of you, Moody, to ask Josie to the wedding. You know, I was afraid you mightn't have been invited.
Josie Pye :
Isn't she precious, Moody? You wore that sweet old dress to Fanny Emerson's wedding last year, though, didn't you, Anne? You know what they say, "Twice a bridesmaid, never a bride."
Anne :
That's three times a bridesmaid, not twice, Josie. But then you're so fortunate; the only thing you've ever had to wear twice is a sour expression. Now, don't you forget to save me a waltz.
Moody Spurgeon :
I won't, Anne. [to Josie] Alright, I was just trying to be polite.
Gilbert :
[to Christine] Ah, excuse me a moment, won't you, Christine. Moody. Josie. [runs after Anne]
Moody Spurgeon :
Gilbert
Diana :
[to Moody, Josie] What's wrong?

Scène 35
Lieu :
Carriage house

Gilbert :

Anne, wait!

Anne :
Please, Gil.

Gilbert :

Where are you going?
Anne :
I'm leaving. Marilla took Rachel back early. She was ill and I don't feel very well either.

Gilbert :

I'll drive you back.
Anne :
What about your friend?

Gilbert :

I can explain. She won't mind.
Anne :
She looks like a lovely and accomplished young lady, Gil.

Gilbert :

It's not Christine I care about. There's someone else, isn't there?
Anne :
No, Gil, honestly there isn't. I don't care for anyone in that way. And I like you more than anybody.

Gilbert :

Anne, I'll wait. Even if I thought you cared just a little.
Anne :
I do care, Gil. I always have. But I can never, never love you in the way you want me to. I'm happy as I am; I won't ever marry.

Gilbert :

You'll marry, alright. Some fool who will sit and read Tennyson by firelight, no doubt. Build you your castles in the sky. I know you.
Anne :
Please, Gil, I don't mean to hurt you. But you'll see I'm right by and by when you fall for someone else.

Gilbert :

You haven't hurt me, really. It's just that I fool myself into thinking that you loved me, that's all.
Anne :
Gil, please.

Gilbert :

I hope he breaks your heart, whoever he is.
Anne :
You don't under...

Gilbert :

Then maybe you'll come to your senses.

Scène 36
Lieu :
Back at reception

Diana :

Anne!

Anne :
Oh, you look positively radiant.

Diana :

And you look like you've seen a ghost.
Anne :
Gilbert spoke to me again. Diana, I feel like I've cut off his right arm. Would you please go and talk to him? I know he'll listen to you.
Fred Wright :
Hurry up, Diana!

Diana :

I don't know when or how, but I'll try. Good-bye, Anne.
Anne :
Farewell, my beloved. [Diana and Fred leave]
Christine Stuart :
You're wrong, Tillie. I thought Anne Shirley looked lovely beside Diana.
Tillie Boulter :
Christine Stuart, you're too kind. I can't believe you didn't notice Anne starring at Gilbert just to make him jealous.
Christine Stuart :
I know that Gilbert is very fond of Anne, but he certainly isn't jealous.
Josie Pye :
She's just trying desperately to win him back from you.
Christine Stuart :
I don't think it's that at all. Besides, Gil and I are only friends.
Josie Pye :
Well, I think Anne Shirley has far too big an opinion of herself.

Scène 37
Lieu :
Cuthbert field

Marilla :

Why, Anne. I thought you were going to stay at the Barrys' for the bonfire. Why did you come home so early?

Anne :
Diana. She was the bride of my dreams. She and Fred have left now, and I feel tired and anxious... I don't know. Perhaps I should accept Miss Stacey's offer in Kingsport. I'd like to see and hear new places. I could get a whole bunch of ideas I could write stories from.
Marilla :
Rachel was feeling pretty discouraged today at the wedding, having to move west and live with her boy and all. And the thought came to me that perhaps I should ask her to board with me instead of the Piccard girl. I haven't said anything to her; I wanted your opinion.
Anne :
Well, it would be your decision, Marilla. Are you sure?
Marilla :
Well, she has her faults, I know. But she has been my nearest neighbor for 45 years and I'd rather put up with her than lose her.
Anne :
Please don't do this because you feel badly on my account.
Marilla :
Stuff and nonsense! I can be civil with Rachel, so long as she stays out of my kitchen. I will be quite capable of looking after the farm with Mr. Barry's help.
Anne :
Marilla, do you never wish you'd adopted a boy like you intended to? He could have run this farm and saved you all this trouble.
Marilla :
Anne Shirley, I wouldn't trade you for a dozen boys. Now, you just mind that. Was it a boy that got the Bachelor of Arts and won the Rollings Reliable story contest, now was it? I'll miss you. I'll miss my girl. Promise me you won't stay away forever.

Scène 38
Lieu :
Cuthbert porch

Rachel :

I never thought of living as far off the road as Green Gables, but I'd rather live at the bottom of a well than leave Avonlea.

Diana :
Well, I know how grateful Anne is to you for staying.
Rachel :
Well, she was always one to leap into things when she made her mind up to it. It's a blessing she's going off to a ladies' academy, that's what. I don't approve of them coeducational institutions, and I never have. All the girls flirting with all the boys.
Marilla :
They do study a little, Rachel.
Rachel :
Hmph! Precious little. However, her pupils will be well enough behaved if this school's as well-to-do as she claims.
Anne :
I can't imagine I've forgotten a thing. You've all been so helpful.
Rachel :
Mind how you were raised, now, and go to church regularly, Anne. And be careful what friends you make.
Marilla :
Be sure to put on your warm underclothes when the weather gets chilly.
Rachel :
Yes, and be careful of your health, whatever you do.
Marilla :
And you let us hear from you when you've settled.
Rachel :
Good-bye, Anne.
Anne :
Good-bye.
Rachel :
Make sure everything is well tagged when you put it on the train.
Diana :
Don't worry, we'll take care of everything.
Marilla :
Hurry up, now. You'll be late. Good luck!
Anne :
Good-bye, Marilla. I don't know what I'd do without you! You've both been so wonderful. But I won't be gone for long and I promise I'll write as often as I can. Good-bye.
Rachel :
Well, Marilla. I never would have believed an orphan could turn out so fine. No one could deny she's real tall and stylish now.
Marilla :
Nobody at all. I can't help remembering her as a little girl. Awful hard, I was bewildered trying to manage her. Matthew understood her better.
Rachel :
Well, it's to your credit you changed her as much as you did.
Marilla :
Oh, she hasn't changed much. Not really. It's us that's changed, Rachel.

Scène 39
Lieu : On road

Anne :

How I've longed for this moment, Diana. And now that it's starring me in the face, I can't bare the thought of leaving.

Fred Wright :
We saw Gil Blythe up to medical school last week.
Anne :
Did he say anything, Diana?
Diana :
I think he understands, Anne.

Scène 40
Lieu :
Kingsport train station

Miss Stacey :

Anne? Anne Shirley! Oh, there you are!

Anne :
Oh, Miss Stacey! It feels like decades!
Miss Stacey :
Oh, up all night in that dreadful train, you must be exhausted.
Anne :
I feel broken down and green and provincial and only ten years old. For pity's sake, please take me someplace where I can hear myself think.
Miss Stacey :
I've got a cab waiting just outside. Where are your luggage tags? The driver can take care of your trunk.
Anne :
If you weren't here, Miss Stacey, I think I should just sit down and burst into tears.
Miss Stacey :
Well, I can't tell you just how happy I am to have you here, Anne. After all, why be a member of the board of governors in an institution if you can't pull a few strings?
Anne :
Miss Stacey, you didn't.
Miss Stacey :
Yes, I did.

Scène 41
Lieu :
Carriage

Anne :

I intend to keep up with my writing. This quaint, old town will be a wonderful inspiration.

Miss Stacey :
Well, I think your youth and vitality will make an enormous contribution to our ladies' college. After all, you were my prize pupil in Avonlea.
Anne :
Oh, I'm so nervous I won't meet with their expectations.
Miss Stacey :
Oh, nonsense. They may be privileged young ladies from wealthy families, but they're spoiled and pampered.

Scène 42
Lieu :
Mrs. Tom Pringle's house

Anne :

Great Jehoshephat! What richness! This is far more gracious than I ever dreamed could exist. [Miss Stacey knocks on the door and a maid answers]

Maid :
Good morning, Ma'am.
Miss Stacey :
Good morning. Could you please tell Mrs. Pringle that Miss Stacey and Miss Anne Shirley are here to see her? [to Anne] I think you'll be quite comfortable here. Mrs. Tom Pringle is on the alumni, she's been boarding teachers from Kingsport Ladies' College for thirty years now.
Mrs. Tom Pringle :
Miss Stacey, how delightful to see you.
Miss Stacey :
And you, Mrs. Pringle. May I introduce you to Miss Anne Shirley of Avonlea, Prince Edward's Island.
Anne :
How do you do? [Mrs. Pringle nods]
Miss Stacey :
She is our new English teacher at Kingsport Ladies' College whom you will be boarding this year. Should I have the cabbie bring her trunk?
Mrs. Tom Pringle :
Obviously, you did not receive my letter. I'm afraid I've decided not to take her, Miss Stacey. I'm really rather tired of being bothered boarding staff. My girls are finished, as you know, and I really spend so little time with the alumni.
Miss Stacey :
But, Mrs. Pringle...
Mrs. Tom Pringle :
I do apologize for the inconvenience. Good day, Miss Stacey.
Miss Stacey :
Not at all. Good day. [to Anne] Typically Pringle, smooth as cream, even when they're working against you. Well, we shall see about that.
Anne :
What is it, Miss Stacey?
Miss Stacey :
Kingsport is full of Pringles and half-Pringles. They're the old money that rules the town. And Mrs. Tom Pringle bosses the whole tribe. I was afraid they'd be down on you.
Anne :
Why should they be? I'm a total stranger.
Miss Stacey :
One of their cousins, Miss Amy Pringle applied for your position and was dismally less qualified, I might add. However, when the board announced they had accepted your application, well, the whole kit and caboodle of them just threw back their heads and howled. [to cabbie] Kingsport Ladies' College, please, driver. [to Anne] Well, they're not going to get away with it. They can't boycott the board's decision. It's undemocratic.
Anne :
I'm not sure I quite always trust democracy.
Miss Stacey :
They've always ruled the roost here, the whole clan of them...politically and socially. Well, they may own the lumber mill, the railway, the gasworks and the woolen mill, but I will not allow the Pringles to dictate our system of our education.
Anne :
You can't imagine how nervous I am now.

Scène 43
Lieu :
Kingsport Ladies' College

Miss Stacey :

Miss Katherine Brooke is the principal here. She's a bit of a martinet in matters of discipline from time to time. But I'm sure we can resolve whatever little differences in opinion that might arise. [they go inside and knock]

Brooke :
Come in.
Miss Stacey :
Good morning, Miss Brooke.
Brooke :
Miss Stacey.
Miss Stacey :
Please forgive the intrusion, but I was just so eager to introduce you to our new English professor, Miss Anne Shirley, one of the brightest stars in my entire teaching career. She has recently published a short work of fiction, as well.
Brooke :
Welcome to Kingsport, Miss Shirley. Please, sit down.
Anne :
Thank you. I'm very pleased to be here.
Brooke :
Miss Stacey has recommended you so highly to us. I hadn't expected one so accomplished to be so young. A fault which time will cure, all too soon.
Miss Stacey :
Miss Brooke, there seems to be some sort of mix-up regarding Miss Shirley's accommodations. But I was sure you wouldn't object to having her to stay here at the school with your out-of-town boarding students. I'm sure you'll find her to be the perfect den mother for them.
Brooke :
We have no need of maternal affectations in this institution, Miss Stacey. We govern by rules and regulations...
Miss Stacey :
Which do require a leaven in the lump from time to time, Miss Brooke. Shall we have the groundsmen bring in Miss Shirley's things?
Brooke :
I'll have the maid prepare her room.
Miss Stacey :
Thank you so much.
Anne :
She is an absolute sergeant major, Miss Stacey. How shall I ever tolerate her sarcasm?
Miss Stacey :
Nonetheless, she is a dedicated teacher, if somewhat of an excessive disciplinarian. Look, you just keep your chin up and you give it your very best. If only to spite them all. You know how highly I regard your abilities, Anne.
Anne :
I shall do my very best to rise to the occasion.
Miss Stacey :
Good girl. Now you'll want to get yourself organized before the start of classes tomorrow.
Anne :
Thank you for everything, Miss Stacey.
Miss Stacey :
We can do the rest of our catching up later.

Scène 44
Lieu :
Classroom

Brooke :

In future, Miss Shirley, you will kindly remember that you are not at liberty to make any changes, no matter how minor, to the conventions of this institution.

Anne :
I'm sorry. I was just so moved by your inspiring quotation, I wanted to embellish it.
Brooke :
Don't patronize me. What is to be the pill in all this jam, Miss Shirley?
Anne :
Why, nothing. I just thought it was a tremendously uplifting idea, that's all. I'm glad you spell your name with a "K." Katherine with a "K" is so much more alluring than Catherine with a "C." A "C" always looks so smug. [Brooke erases the "K" and replaces it with a "C"]
Brooke :
We have fifty young ladies in our charge from the most privileged families in the maritimes. My methods admonish anything beyond the standards of the utmost decorum. This is not a public school of the kind that you are used to, Miss Shirley; our students do not require embellishment. Simple, straightforward adherence to rules and regulations which I have clearly delineated for you, Miss Shirley. Our students are drilled in their studies at the beginning of each class. Bedtime and mealtime will be strictly observed by our fifteen boarders. You, Miss Shirley, will see to it that the boarders especially adhere to the utmost orderliness. I'm placing them under your continual direction. I am referred to by the entire faculty as Brooke. You may do the same.
Anne :
Yes, Miss Brooke.
Brooke :
I understand you have extraordinary talents. I look forward to observing them.
Anne :
Glad I meet with your approval on some approximation?
Brooke :
We shall see. You are here as a result of the board's decision, not mine. For a country schoolmarm, you will find that we are equipped with the most modern efficiencies, due to the tremendous financial support of certain prominent families. In fact, we are the first school in the Provence to have a telephone.

Scène 45
Lieu :
School foyer

Students :

[singing the hymn All Things Bright and Beautiful] "All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small. / All things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all. / The Lord God made them all."

Brooke :
Welcome to a new year. I trust you girls are ready to drive into the first session with determination. You all know Miss McKay, mathematics and science; Miss Kerr, history and geography; and Miss Shirley will be your new teacher responsible for English and literature as well as all student boarders. Miss Shirley will be living in the school with us and will have direct supervisory authority. Let us get to work, then, with no nonsense. Please organize yourselves into forms. Form one, do you call that a straight line? Emmeline Harris, step forward. If intend to make a habit of this, I will have no choice but to detain you after class. Step back. [giving Anne a whistle] Learn to respond to signals on the electric bell, as well.
Anne :
I'd much prefer to invent titles for each group, like a sorority. What about Tutor, Kent, and Windsor?
Brooke :
I am not interested in fairytales. You must learn to use the modern conveniences of our system. At recess, I will employ the electric bell. [Miss McKay and Miss Kerr blow their whistles and leave following their forms] Your room is down the hall, first door. [Anne weakly blows her whistle] Perhaps you think you are above rules, Miss Shirley?
[Brooke leaves; girls laugh]
Anne :
A-hem. Off you go, girls.

Scène 46
Lieu :
Anne's classroom

Anne

Please, girls. Quiet, please. Good morning. I would like to begin by sharing with you what a great privilege it would be for me to share with... [she trips; girls laugh] ...to share with you my great love of English literature during the forthcoming year. Let's hope I'm a little lighter on Shakespeare than I am on my feet. [no one laughs; Anne clears her throat] Never mind. I had a speech prepared, but it doesn't seem very important right now. My name is Anne Shirley, and I know we shall all become good friends in no time. I come from a little town called Avonlea, on Prince Edward's Island, where I have been teaching for the past two years. So this is my first time in a private school position, and I hope you will all be able to give me lots of assistance. Now, when I call out your name, answer "here." Pringle, Myra C. [no response] Pringle, Rebecca A. [no response] Aren't these your names?

Jen Pringle :
No Miss. Perhaps the class lists have been mixed up. [girls giggle]
Anne :
Oh. Alright. Give me your names, then, one at a time, starting here with the young lady in the front row. Last name first, and age.
Hattie Pringle :
Oppener, Fanny I. Oppener. There are two "P"s in Oppener. 14.
Jimsie Pringle :
Girdle. Myrtle N. Girdle. 14.
Myra Pringle :
Heind. That's H-E-I-N-D. Alice B. Heind. 14.
Jen Pringle :
Ball. Wilma I. Ball. 33. Actually, I'm from the Rollings Reliable Baking Company and we were wondering when you'd be available to rewrite our labels. [girls giggle]
Anne :
That's enough. I hadn't anticipated a class whose the parents were such nitwits at naming their children.
Emmeline :
Harris, Emmeline Harris. 13. And don't believe any of them, Miss Shirley.
Anne :
What do you mean?
Emmeline :
They're just pulling your leg because they're Pringles and they think they can get away with it.
Jen Pringle :
Ole Telescope Eyes, here wouldn't know a Pringle if she was face to face with one. [girls giggle]
Anne :
Since Misses Fanny I. Oppener, Myrtle N. Girdle, Alice B. Heind, and Wilma I. Ball find themselves so terribly witty, they will write out an accurate class list 100 times today after classes, for my benefit. Now, open your readers, please.
[Anne sits at desk, opens draw and a snake comes out; girls scream]
Essie :
Miss. Miss Shirley. [she faints]
Emmeline :
Essie! Oh, Miss Shirley, help her.
Various Girls :
Is she alright? Is she okay? What happened? Did she fall?
Anne :
Emmeline Harris, take this girl to the ladies' room. Soak the handkerchief in some cold water and see if you can stop the bleeding.
[girls giggle] [blows whistle] Alright! All of you sit down, now! And remain seated. Who put the snake in my desk? [no answer] What is your real name?
Jen Pringle :
Jen Pringle, Miss Shirley.
Anne :
Was it you, Jen Pringle?
Jen Pringle :
Yes, it was.
Anne :
You will be detained after classes today. [girls whisper]... And every day for the entire week.
Girls :
Everyday?!
Anne :
Now, please, open your third form readers, class.
Jen Pringle :
I can't, Miss Shirley. My mother expects me for the next three days at the Ladies' Aid Society Rummage Sale.
Anne :
Well, I'm sorry, but your mother will have to make other arrangements.
Jen Pringle :
But she's promised my help on the organization committee.
Anne :
I don't care. You'll stay if I say so.
Jen Pringle :
I simply cannot stay. I'm sorry.
Anne :
Well, then, it's up to you, isn't it, Jen Pringle? Either you stay after school for the week, or I'll have to administer the strap. [girls whisper].
Girl :
You just can't do that, Miss Shirley.
Jen Pringle :
I'll take the strap.
Anne :
Really? Come here, then, Miss Pringle. Put out your hand. [Anne hits her three times with ruler; Jen returns to her seat, unaffected, with a grin] Open your readers, class, and please look at the first chapter for the rest of the period.
[time passes, bell rings and girls begin leaving; Emmeline and Essie walk in]
Anne :
Are you alright, Essie?
Essie :
I'm afraid I'm not very good around reptiles.
Anne :
Neither am I. [Essie leaves]
Emmeline :
You'll get used to Essie, Miss Shirley. She faints at least once a week. The doctors say her blood is weak.
Anne :
Thank you, Emmeline.
Emmeline :
And don't concern yourself about the Pringle girls either. The only people they like are themselves. I can say that without malice because my mother was a Pringle. Besides, I like you, and I think you handled the class very intelligently.

Scène 47
Lieu :
School grounds

Jen Pringle :
You traitor, Harris. I guess there are only two kinds of people in Kingsport: those who are Pringles and those who aren't.
Emmeline :
Shut up, Jen. I don't care a snit what you say. I'm half Pringle.
Jen Pringle :
Hah! You're mother didn't live long enough to make you anything, and my papa says your papa is the greatest philanderer in this country, so that practically makes you an orphan. [Jen puts her crochet mallet in the wheel of the bike, throwing Emmeline and Essie to the ground; Emmeline gets up and runs after Jen; girls follow after]
Emmeline :
Don't you dare ever say another word about my father again! You stupid, good for nothing goose-egg! [Jen falls to the ground and Emmeline sits on her; all girls are screaming/cheering]
Jen Pringle :
Stop that! He's a brute and my papa says so!
Emmeline :
Let's see how big your mouth is now, Jen Pringle. [Emmeline puts mud in Jen's mouth; Jen takes Emmeline's glasses and throws them] My glasses! [they fight, tumbling on the ground]
Anne :
[trying to pull them apart] Stop it now!
Brooke :
[blows whistle] That is enough! Emmeline, get up, there! Stand up! Have you girls no propriety? This is not a Turkish bizarre.
Jen Pringle :
They tried to run me down on that bicycle.
Emmeline :
You little liar! She threw her crochet mallet in the wheel and tripped us, didn't she Essie? [Essie nods]
Jen Pringle :
Did not, you beast. She attacked me.
Brooke :
Stop it. I have a good mind to expel you both for such hooliganism. Bicycles are forbidden on school property. This contraption is confiscated as of this moment.
Essie :
But, Miss Brooke, the bicycle isn't mine. It's my brother's.
Brooke :
He ought not to have been so foolish as to have entrusted it to you.
Anne :
Hardly seems fair to be punishing her brother.
Emmeline :
Yes, Miss Brooke, I think...
Brooke :
Do you not understand English? Now, I want you two girls to apologize to each other and behave like proper young ladies.
Jen Pringle :
[extending hand] I am quite prepared to forgive you lack of manners.
Emmeline :
[shaking her hand] And I your rude comments.
Brooke :
That's enough. Well, don't stand there like pigeons, girls. Go along. [to Anne] If you allow an outburst like that to occur again, Miss Shirley, you shall have the board to reckon with. [to groundsman] Lock this in the shed, McTavish. [to girls] Go along, girls. Don't stop.
[Anne, Emmeline, and Essie search for Emmeline's glasses; Jen sees them and crushes the lens with her heal]
Jen Pringle :
Looking for these?
Anne :
[incredulously] Jen! [to Emmeline] I'm sorry about you're spectacles. We'll get them replaced.
Emmeline :
It's not that. It's what she said about my papa.
Anne :
Just you forget about whatever they said. There's not an ounce of truth in it. We won't let it spoil the afternoon.
Essie :
We didn't get you into trouble, did we, Miss Shirley?
Anne :
Don't worry about me. Brooke's just an old battle-ax, anyway. Don't tell anybody I said that.
Essie :
I almost fainted when I saw her come across the lawn.
Anne :
She'll cool off in a few days, and then I'll get your bother's bicycle back. Come along, and don't you give it another word.
Essie :
You should have seen her with her mouth full of mud, Miss Shirley. That's the best Jen Pringle's looked in a long time.

Scène 48
Lieu :
Anne's room at college [knocking on door]

Anne :

Alright, I'm turning my light out now, Miss Brooke.

Emmeline :
[whispering] Miss Shirley!
Anne :
Emmeline.
Emmeline :
Oh, Miss Shirley, you've got to help us. Essie's brother needs the bicycle in the morning for his delivery job or he'll be fired, and he's ready to murder Essie. We can't get the shed doors open. She's awful scared, and I'm afraid she'll faint.
Anne :
Heaven preserve us from Miss Brooke if she does.

Scène 49
Lieu : .

Emmeline :

Mr. McTavish, the groundsman, keeps his tools in here. Maybe if we saw the chain or pick the lock...

Anne :
Stop whimpering, Essie. Emmeline, do you think you could squeeze through that skylight up above?
Emmeline :
Uh-huh, if I had a ladder.
Anne :
Come along. I've got a better idea.

Scène 50
Lieu :
Anne's room

Anne :

[tying sheet to bedpost] Alright. You go down first, and I'll shimmy down you.

Essie :
I'm frightened. I'm going to faint.

Anne :

Hang on another moment, Essie, and you can.
Essie :
If anyone catches us, you don't suppose they'll think we're trying to steal anything, do you, Miss Shirley?
Anne :
Our motives are hardly idle curiosity.
Emmeline :
Alright.

Anne :

[Anne goes down] Untie the end, Essie, and throw it down.
Essie :
I don't think you should do this.
Emmeline :
Oh, I hope the skylight's not locked, Miss Shirley. We're in luck, Mr. McTavish has an army of tools down here.
Anne :
Good. Now, if we can just... [she falls through the roof]
Emmeline :
Oh, Miss Shirley! [she falls through the roof; Brooke opens the shed door]
Brooke :
Bed sheets. Well, now, Anne Shirley, where's the fire?
Anne :
Oh.

Scène 51
Lieu :
Anne's classroom

Anne :
[as various girls walk in] Good morning. Good morning, class. [girls giggle; Anne sees drawing on board] Really, girls. If you can't come up with a better likeness than that, I suggest you give up all together. Open your Oxford Book of Verse. Page 276. Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott." Emmeline, would you please read the first four verses for us. Then we'll discuss them.
Jen Pringle :
My, my. Who's apple are we polishing, now? Let's hitch our wagon to a star, girls. [girls laugh]
Emmeline :
[reciting lines 10-12, 14 from Lord Alfred Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott]
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs forever
Flowing down to Camelot....
[Jen Pringle walks in]
Anne :
Why are you late?
Jen Pringle :
My mother insisted on keeping my maid this morning. I had no one to darn my stockings.
Anne :
Kingsport Ladies' College does not tolerate tardiness, nor do I. Take out your dictionary and copy out the entire "A" section. You'll have to catch up on this class later.
Emmeline :
[continuing to recite lines that are, incidentally, not in the poem]
There she kept her vigil only
Waiting in her chamber lonely
And looked down to Camelot.
Reapers reaping fields of barley.

Scène 52
Lieu :
Miss Brooke's office

Morgan Harris :

Are you trying to tell me that Emmeline is soley responsible for this misconduct?

Brooke :
I'm not trying to tell you anything other than that your daughter has an overt disregard for regulations. Stealing is stealing. I don't see how you can pretend it to be otherwise. This incident is the tip of the iceberg. I believe she requires remedial discipline.
Morgan Harris :
And I want that teacher raked over the coals, as well, then.
Brooke :
I'd like nothing better, Capt. Harris, but that will be for the board to decide.
Morgan Harris :
Let me be perfectly clear, Miss Brooke. I will not allow Emmeline to be expelled from any school. I'm withdrawing both my daughter and my financial support from this second-rate institution immediately. You can reckon with the board of governors.

Scène 53
Lieu :
Anne's classroom

Emmeline :

[reciting lines 37-41 from Lord Alfred Tennyson's 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.
[Myra and Jen laugh over a box of fireworks]

Anne :
I have warned you two about food in class. Bring that parcel here, Myra. Bring that parcel here. Throw it in the stove.
Myra Pringle :
Are you sure you really want me to do this?
Anne :
Myra, obey me at once. [Myra puts it in the stove and runs]
Girls :
Why is she running? [fireworks start exploding and girls scream]
Anne :
Run, girls. Girls, run. Run, girls.
Essie :
Help! My skirt is caught. My skirt is caught! [she faints; Anne helps her]

Scène 54
Lieu :
Outside Brooke's office [girls running, screaming; alarm bell goes off]

Morgan Harris :

Emmeline!

Emmeline :
Papa? Papa! Papa, you came!
Morgan Harris :
March straight out to the car, young lady. And take off those ridiculous looking-spectacles. You shouldn't be wearing them other than for reading.
Brooke :
Shut that blasted alarm bell off!
Emmeline :
This is my teacher, Miss Shirley.
Morgan Harris :
Miss Shirley, is it? We've met before, if I'm not mistaken.
Anne :
Yes, sir. I remember. [trying to revive Essie] Come on, Essie.
Brooke :
What in the devil have you done, now?
Morgan Harris :
Miss Shirley's got the entire academy awaiting your remedial discipline, Miss Brooke. I'm quite positive you'll enjoy the challenge. Emmeline, come on. You're leaving this forth-rate institution, once and for all.
Miss Kerr :
Girls! Girls! Get away from that autocar!