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What sorts of things are being said?

Well, Hattie Pringle, you are accused of marking down her papers.

Just because she is a Pringle.

Here you are said to laugh at the students when they make mistakes.

What?

Well, all right, I did laugh when my reply to find an

alligator is a large kind of insect I couldn't help myself.

Oh dear.

Mr. James Pringle, the father of Jenny Pringle claims that there is no discipline

whatsoever at the school since you're a rival and you're circulating the report

that you are a young quote, um, foundling.

I'm quote.

Well, it goes on and on almost every Pringle parent is written the board,

demanding, not requesting, demanding, your resignation.

Oh, this is good.

It's prejudice.

Oh, creatures.

How can anyone possibly succeed against such tactics?

I'm so sorry.

And I do feel responsible.

Well, on behalf of the 15 students who aren't Pringles, I am determined to persevere.

Captain Harris has withdrawn his rather substantial

financial support towards the college mortgage.

And several of the other Pringle families are threatening to do the same.

I see.

So you want me to resign as well?

Never.

The board wants you to resign.

I want you to stay here and make these Pringles eat their words.

If money's deemed to be the power behind this institution?

Well, then you, my dear Anne, are going to compensate for every person.

single penny that's been lost.

But how should I give up my salary?

Oh, what an awful matter.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm going to insist that the board gave you a

probationary term at least until a Christmas.

In the meantime, might you consider mounting a lavish benefit concert?

Highlighting a player perhaps directed by a Miss Angel.

To be something with a number of superb rules in it, though.

And strong dramatic content.

The audience would have to be completely overwhelmed.

I think every Pringle parent would gladly pay to see

their daughter's names in the program, don't you think?

Let me see 100 tickets at $25 ticket.

Why?

That makes exactly $25 hundred dollars.

Oh, that's an outrageous price.

Do you honestly think anyone would pay for that?

Yes.

And all the money will go directly to the school.

You are perfectly ingenious, Miss Daisy.

We'll show the Pringle's the meaning of the word capitalism.

Here, ma'am, I think that you should have a look at these old diaries.

Mrs. Stanton, our librarian and I are preparing a history of Kingsport,

and we'll get re-stumbled across those in the archives.

They were written by Captain Abraham Pringle, the founder of Kingsport.

My dear Anne.

You want to win the game.

You have to understand the players.

I see.

And so, for the last time, the old teacher passed by the cruel

portrait of herself etched in the wall by her former students.

Goodroom glimpsed the old woman's hearty loneliness,

as she retreated silently into the garden.

Shortly thereafter, they learned that the hand of death touched her.

And Goodroom was haunted by the realization that she could never thank a

woman who would silently given her so much.

It was more than she could be.

It was a point in the term I would like to dedicate this short story to each of you

young ladies who have made the first few weeks here for me so meaningful.

Class dismissed.

What have these girls primed for?

I've been reading them a short story in this book.

I'll read crying over an English lesson.

In this book is here to discuss my suggestion of a play in benefit concert here.

I think it's scandalous.

But my opinion matters little since the school needs the funds.

Exactly.

I was hoping you would assist me in the coaching book.

I don't know why you would since I had nothing to do with drawing up this

ridiculous scheme... Well, the most important question is then.

Who should play the leading role of Mary Queen of Scots?

We don't want any green horn in the role.

I'm not going to be associated with anything that isn't successful.

Jen Pringle is the only one I can think of who could play the part.

No one else has the necessary personality.

I can't deny that Jen has a natural flair for acting.

Then it's all settled.

Why, I think that Miss Broke will make an excellent coat.

And a Miss Makai and Miss Kirk can do the decorations.

And I'll see too the hiring of the hall in the band.

Perhaps I can even entice a famous pronto from

Frederict into sing between acts of no charge.

I trust she'll sing for the creditors if the whole thing flops.

But don't say I didn't warn you.

When you're fresh, you're a liar.

But that's the thing.

Shoot her.

You're furious.

Don't just stand with like limp rags.

Now I'm going to take a big stitch.

I won't try and dance.

Help me, help me.

Feel it.

Let's go to the queen, my rock.

Miss, you're up to state, can you find your face?

Help me, my mistress.

Have mercy.

Mercy, nay.

I am innocent.

Save me, sweet lady.

Will you slave, save me too?

Drag him away.

Block his hands off her.

This scene looks ridiculous.

I'm not going to lower myself any further.

How do you are stiff as a poker?

I can't help it.

I don't want to bruise myself.

If I can go down easily, I will.

You've all seen Esse carrying on.

Now do it this way, honey.

I am innocent.

Save me, sweet lady.

Now the queen she orders the guards to halt, but the guards drag her to your way.

Now how do you try it?

I am innocent.

Same, sweet lady.

I refuse to play opposite her.

She is the only one who can be remotely convincing as an Italian musician.

What you can, Miss Brooke?

Well, don't blame me if the audience leaves.

Once more, honey, and please, relax.

What is it?

What is it?

We've missed having you in our life.

I'm so sorry about what happened with your father.

What's everything's calmed down?

I'm hoping I can get a chance to speak with him and try it out.

He isn't here.

He's gone back to Boston.

What is she doing?

I always wanted to do a play.

I haven't had much of a chance to do anything.

Papa will never let me come back to the school.

I'm to spend the rest of the year with grandma alone.

Perhaps I can get another copy of the play.

I'll coach you at all if you like.

I'm sure your father can let you come back to the college next year.

I don't think so.

I don't think grandma will.

I had to sneak out while she and I probably won't have any.

Is someone helping you along with your students?

I don't want to fall behind.

But then I shall have to have a chance with your grandmother.

Are you?

Are you sure you're alone?

You don't want to get across.

And I promise.

I will come by tomorrow and I will speak with her.

Oh, it's number 10 maple terrors.

You won't forget.

Of course not.

There you go.

Yes?

I should like to speak with Mrs. Harris.

My name is... You can't.

She's ill and won't be disturbed.

The good day.

May I speak with Emmeline Harris then?

He isn't allowed to have visitors.

Is Captain Harris come back to Boston?

Miss.

He seldom visits here.

Could you tell Emmeline that Anne Shirley came to see her?

Thank you.

My dear Mrs. Harris.

I thought you might be interested in these

diaries belonging to Captain Abraham Pringle.

Which I found in the city archives.

There are some wonderful tributes in here by Captain Pringle.

Your late husband, Captain Harris.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did.

Sincerely, Anne Shirley, King's Port Lady's College.

I have a delivery for Miss Shirley.

We are luck.

I am Miss Shirley.

Thank you.

So, then, it's tomorrow at noon.

Is it, Mrs. Harris?

Miss Shirley, Madam.

Good grief, girl.

You're aggravating.

Miss Shirley.

What?

Miss Shirley.

Thanks a little while.

I didn't just say so in the first place.

So, this is the infamous Miss Shirley.

Can't take her plan to flesh, actually.

How do you do, Mrs. Harris?

Far from will.

How much do you want for these diaries?

I had any intention of selling them.

Is there any use in asking you to sit down?

Yes.

Thank you.

Who else has seen these?

No one as far as I know.

Then I'm ready to negotiate.

I will give you what you want.

If you give me your word, not to reveal this

month's trusted to the rest of the Pringle's.

I was only hoping I might convince you to let me to do your grand or amelign as I

understand because you will not be returning to school.

Oh, clever, aren't we?

Sugar coated black, may you?

You want a regular salary to keep your part, is that it?

Pick your pardon?

You know, some just doves, cunning or serpent.

You knew when you found that scandalous entry about

my husband, it wasn't true, it couldn't be true.

The rest of the Pringles will be delighted to believe it, won't they?

And make us the laughing stock of King's thought.

Which scandalous entry?

More than one, is it?

Pauline?

Josiah Harris ship was burned and the boat's taken.

Harris and the crew nearly starved.

In the end, they ate Jonah Selkirk, who had shot himself.

They lived on him until rescued.

Harris told me himself, seemed to think it was a good joke.

On occasion, Papa would get so angry.

Point!

Be quiet.

That is a lie.

My husband never ate anyone dead or alive.

Let alone Jonah Selkirk.

Abraham Pringles ripped that nonsense to the good of Riza to his silly wife.

Amy Pringles was notoriously gullible.

Oh, please, Miss Shirley.

Don't show these to anyone.

Our Pringle relations might publicize it.

We'll do anything out.

Now, Miss Shirley, how much do you want to tutor my granddaughter?

Oh, you misunderstood me completely.

I'm not threatening you.

I just thought you'd enjoy all the other splendid things about your husband.

I never dreamed of telling anyone he was a cannibal.

Oh, naturally.

We tend to be a little suspicious of strangers in Kingsport.

Perhaps we have misjudged you.

I suppose the child should continue with her studies.

Pauline has no time.

She's busy looking after me.

You won't mention this misunderstanding to anyone, will you?

Try to remember not to.

And when do you want to start?

Immediately.

Hmm.

If two angles of a triangle are equal to each other, the sides opposite these equal

angles are equal to each other.

Let's see.

Emily, why isn't anyone replaced your spectacles?

Well, Papa says I don't really need to wear them as much as I do.

Grandma might won't because she's an old skin flint.

Who gave you those then?

Mother Superior at the convent in Boston two years ago.

Anyway, I'm only supposed to use them for reading.

Simply cannot use them anymore.

You must have another pair.

I found another copy.

A very, very queen of scars.

Oh, her very name just thrills me to my fingertips.

I don't believe she really murdered Darlene.

Do you?

And help you, too, if you wake her up.

I think it's ever so dramatic, don't you?

Well, it's a very challenging role.

We used to have dramatic some music at the convent.

Mother Superior said I was quite good at both.

She taught me to play the piano too, you know.

Unfortunately, Grandma won't let me touch it.

Could we read it together?

I think so.

I'll play all of the other parts and you'll read Mary.

Let's start here.

Forgive all evil toward me of all men.

Dito device to hurt me.

Yeah, I would not their one heart on reconciled with mine when mine is cold.

I will not take death's hand with any soil of hate, wrath, or wrong about me.

But being friends with this past world.

The past world.

And the general piece of love.

I was wonderful.

Thank you for bringing me here, Miss Shirley.

This will be our secret place.

Would you cannot reveal to anyone?

Grandma might never let me out alone.

She thinks I'm liable to be kidnapped by Joseph.

You know why she'd care if I was kidnapped?

Oh, she worries about his or acorn back in her sore feet.

Wow, no.

Old people cling to the way they were brought up themselves.

Secretly, she hates me.

She always calls me the child.

As though I may be the darker the cat.

If I make a spark of noise, she nearly passes out.

She's an old tyrant someday.

I'm going to run away forever.

And become a real actress.

Why have you never lived with your father?

He's very occupied with his business affairs.

I was at two other boarding schools before I came to this one.

But he brought me here so I'd be close to

grandma and so I wouldn't have to worry about me.

I'm sure he means to do what's best.

But Jen Pringle said about Baba her, you know?

Because it's true.

Dear Baba, I want so much to return to KLC.

No.

I'd like to ask you to allow me to go back to KLC next to her.

He was at the top of my class before I left.

I hope she'd be proud of my grades.

Please understand it was a home stake.

I tried to reach you and about tomorrow.

But I suppose you never received the letter.

Miss Shirley is here for your tutorial, Miss.

Thank you.

Shirley, grandma will eat you alive.

Oh, if we'd have our studies in this room, I

simply cannot tolerate the gloominess any longer.

I have a wonderful surprise for you.

Miss Stacy has let me a royal conservatory program.

And you can begin today.

I can't.

Grandma might has forbidden me to.

Biddle sticks.

Sometime someone reminded your grandma what a piano sounds like.

It shouldn't be me.

You can start with these elementary exercises as a refresher course.

You'll be on your own though.

But it is a step in the right direction.

I'll get your textbooks.

Play.

We will also.

We will tell them when we cannot accept.

My mom wants her stationery, Abigail.

Who on earth is making her confirm this record?

That piano isn't meant to be played.

Get away from there, child.

Who gave you permission to play that piano?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Harris.

But Emmeline must be allowed to devote some time to musical studies.

I don't believe in young girls playing the piano in public.

It tends to make them bold and forward.

I think perhaps you're a wise, Mrs. Harris.

However, I'm told that most of the young

Pringle girls in Kingsport have private lessons.

You just wouldn't want to be accused of negligence and Emmeline's proper upbringing.

Who gave you permission to open those windows?

I just wanted your staff to see how dusty this room is.

It's a thorough going over.

Well, have it your way.

Your young people are also giddy.

Poor Ian wants to go where leave me.

It's only for the day, Mama.

Only for the days, says she.

It doesn't seem to occur to anyone that I'd

like a day out of this confounded wheelchair.

You may not have the use of your legs, Grandma.

But there's nothing to matter with your tongue.

Don't you dare to be a person, a child.

I know a girl who died in her sleep after being impotent.

Pauline, what is it?

Oh, my cousin Louise is celebrating her

wedding anniversary in Frederickton next week.

I was her bridesmaid 15 years ago and I'd do anything to be there.

Well, if I die alone while you're away, Pauline, I'll leave it to your conscience.

I know what a blurbin' like me.

Mama, please don't excite yourself.

I'm not going to go off you, not one.

I will excite myself.

If I have a little excite, then to brite my dull life.

Oh, oh, oh, why the heck?

The heck hurts.

Close that confounded window girl.

I can feel the draft.

Pauline, get by Elcan and of course you'll be for my phone.

Well, you know how people won't talk.

This is Harris.

If Pauline doesn't go to the anniversary.

Well, I'm sure in your long lifetime you've learned what Eigle tongues can say.

Well, there's no need to throw my age up in my face, girl.

Well, this town is full of tackling toad ears, and won't I know it?

Well, I'm not stopping her.

I left it to her own conscience.

No one would ever believe that excuse.

Miss Shirley and I can even stay with you, Grandma.

Well, Eigle probably be there and back in a day.

There's something behind all this, isn't it?

Why are you so set on her going?

Because she's a good kind daughter who needs a day off now and then.

Never mind your weirdly ways, have a peppermint.

Oh... Oh, my head.

Oh, I got to the pain in my head and I'm so tired.

I can't argue anymore.

It was that means I'm good to have a stroke.

Well... All right, you can go.

But if you had flu and get sick, don't blame me.

Thank you, Mama.

Thank you.

You're so good to me.

I wanted to go to cousin Louisa so much.

Mama, I only have this old black half of it.

Where do you like to have it?

It was quite good enough for Louisa Hilton's wedding.

She'd written a skull at that one if I let her on only waiting till I'm dead to do it.

As long as I'm alive, you will be disappointed.

I'm falling out of it.

All right, Mama, I'm just going to go ahead

inside and not even think about what I'm wearing.

And I'm sure that you'll get along with Miss Shirley splendidly, Mama.

I will not take death's hand with any soil of hate or wrath or wrong about me.

But being friends with this past world, pass from it in the general piece of love.

Remarkably well-indisserved, multitudes of praise.

Now, make sure you have your lines down pat for next Friday's rehearsal.

And before you go, I have one announcement to make.

Mrs. Captain Josiah Harris and her granddaughter Emma line would be pleased

to invite you ladies to a fall picnic tomorrow morning.

Now, if you care to attend, we'll be meeting at Maplehurst at 10 a.m.

Please, bring a small gift from Mrs. Harris out of

politeness for her generosity and hosting this event.

You can go home now, girls.

They look wonderful.

Why?

It's a reaction from those old iries, Anne.

It goes to show you how my old students always pull through.

Don't speak too loudly yet.

Just received a letter from Gilbert Blives.

Seems he's finally in medical school.

I know.

Well, how's he doing?

Oh, I know, Gilbert's so modest, but reading

between the lines I'd say is top of this class.

He wanted to know how you can get a look.

What are you doing as well?

Well, you may tell him I'm keeping out of mischief.

Come in.

It's only me, Pauline.

Miss Shirley.

How do I look?

Dreadful.

You simply cannot go in that old thing.

I'm gonna lend you my best dress.

Oh, my dear moment.

No, I'm on tenterhooks as it is.

Mama might change her.

Mama, don't be silly.

Get up.

Take this black taffeta off.

You can put this on underneath and change it the party.

But to deceive, Mama, you wouldn't want to bring bad luck to a wedding anniversary.

And this black thing, would you?

No.

Oh, now, just as we're all on.

Mama, I want to prove this.

Oh, look.

Apple blossom.

Oh, how this reminds me of Adelaide Pringle when she... Who?

Morgan's wife.

Mother of the child.

She was my first cousin, my mom's son.

I see it.

Well, does your brother never visit?

Oh, Morgan, he's become just like Papa, always

ordering people about no time for anyone else.

I used to be so robust and handsome and Adelaide used to love music and hearties.

What happened?

Well, it's not Christian to speak of the dead.

Well, how did she die then?

She ran off shortly after the child was born and died of consumption.

Pringles all blamed Morgan, including Mama, if it wasn't Morgan's fault.

Now, Mama won't have anything about the reminds her of what happened to Adelaide.

That's wrong, Paulie.

It makes the people in this town hold such grudges against one another.

Oh, the Pringles have always bicker the great deal amongst themselves.

We're very polite to each other in public.

I have never seen such ridiculous behavior.

It's absolutely Byzantine.

Well, in any case, Pauline Harris, you are gonna have the day off of your life.

Good morning, Mrs. Harris.

Walking is a filmed world, are we?

So I do.

Come along, Pauline.

I'm ready to go, Mama.

Too much color, girl.

You look painted.

Oh, no, it's just... I'm washed.

But it don't smell respectable, drenched in scent.

It's just the teeniest little bit.

I said, drenched, and I meant a drenched.

Turn around.

Is that a rip under that sleeve?

No.

No.

Remember your manners.

Don't forget to cross your ankles decently when you sit down.

And don't sit in a draught, either.

And don't slide down the banisters.

Mama, what you did at Nancy Pringles, were you?

Mama, that was 25 years ago.

What do you think I am?

Well, girl, don't send that jab right.

Do you want to miss your train?

No, Mama.

And if I'm not here when you come back, remember, let me out in my wedding dress.

Mind my hair is crimped.

I don't know how you'll manage her, Miss Shirley.

She's such a baby.

I never thought I'd ever get a chance to miss any of the flowers.

No, no, no.

Mrs. Harris is caring.

Mrs. Harris is caring.

Mrs. Harris is caring.

Mrs. Harris is caring.

Mrs.

Harris is caring.

I want you to enjoy the sunshine on the beautiful island colors.

Well, in a lovely carriage, right?

You can criticize everyone.

Pass by.

That's a very strange idea.

Miss Shirley, that's not costume.

It's simply not creepy.

What is the meaning of this, Miss Shirley?

I won't stand for any more of your microphones.

You've such handsome carriages, and you never use them.

You'll put them back, do you?

They've not been up for seven years.

There's all the more reason to bring them out and use them.

Stop being so selfish.

Good morning, girls.

You look lovely.

You feel me back in, do you hear?

This is anarchy.

Who are these rebel roses?

Oh, dear, same s above, I shall soon.

I can't stand all this pressure.

It's such a pretty day.

I thought you could host a picnic for the school.

I don't eat my lunch outside with anyone, girl.

I'm not a regal-tangled gypsy-tape-in!

Excuse me!

This is Harris.

Some of these young girls are Pringles.

Pringles?

Yes.

And you don't want them running home and telling tales.

You don't pay for this.

If I cut a chill, you said you wanted a dare from your wheelchair anyway, Grandma.

Be quiet.

Good morning, Mrs. Harris.

How you look awfully chipper.

Thank you.

I look magnificent.

Thank you.

Well, what does it matter if I die anyway?

I'll be living on borrowed time for too long as it is.

I'm just friendly.

Charming, David.

No, I don't.

I don't approve.

You're criticizing people, my dear.

No.

May I ask you?

That all your own hell?

Yes, every bit.

It will be a trip.

But I believe red is becoming quite popular again.

Thank you.

I can't.

Goodnight, filled our thank you my dear.

Mrs. Is my gift to you and alright?

Oh, this surely.

However, did you pay for this?

It's unlucky savings, put aside.

Oh, thank you a million times over.

Someday I'll make it after you.

Now, wasn't that sweet of all these girls to give me gifts?

Yes, it was.

It's a brother like your laugh, Miss Shirley.

I'd never giggle if Pauline gets some of my nerves.

Well, I hope she has a wonderful time at the party.

She's probably over here.

I made herself feel like a father, that girl.

You know, she never knew when he'd had enough.

She did.

I have to show you.

Just sighs picture, Miss Shirley.

He was very handsome.

Full of heroic spirit, I'd say.

Yes, he was a handsome as man and kings for.

And he adored me.

It's been consulted each other about absolutely everything.

Mind you?

We didn't always agree.

Well, he had his fits of temper.

Oh, yeah, so did I.

Do you know what he did when I bought a day cap?

Did he didn't like?

He can't imagine.

He ate it.

He gave a terrible stomach pain.

He had a certain right.

He was so hurt that I neglected to consult him.

Could he go away and see if he'd only crippled like that?

dying was the only thing that he ever dared to do without consulting him.

Well, he belonged before we took care of again.

There's no man like him.

This is a degenerate age, Miss Shirley.

What about your son?

Well, he managed.

His money successfully, if that's any matter.

His father spoke.

No, he should never have married his cousin.

He was a blessing the poor had laid Pringle and died, dear soul.

Morgan got what he deserved.

It's a very inhuman attitude for a mother, Mrs. Harris.

Yes, but we're not exactly famous for compassion.

Miss Shirley, especially among ourselves.

No.

Anyway, they're all waiting for me to die, so they can get their hands on the money.

Perhaps you ought to realize that Emma line only wants to be cared for.

Well, if you have any compassion left in your soul, you might spend it on her.

Children should be seen and not heard.

You seem to be very broad-minded in your opinions, Miss Shirley.

It's a nicest compliment anyone's ever paid, Mrs. Harris.

I was wondering if you would allow my girls to meet

a pleasure of a haywright to town in your wagon.

I'm going to be so exciting for them.

I promise you, they won't be able to meet them.

You simply have to go.

Goodbye.

I've been so anxious about your mama.

I was worried sick the entire party.

Will you stop fluttering?

Hello, you fidget.

Holly, did you have a good time at your wedding party?

Oh, my, yes.

Louise sent you her bouquet, mama.

The flowers were wonderful.

The parlor was a bower.

Like a funeral, I suppose.

And the minister married cousin Louise and Maurice all over again.

Molly and Emily send their love, and Emily has the most delicious babies.

Because there was something to eat.

Babies are coming enough.

These are never common.

Each one is a miracle.

Well, I had two of them.

I didn't see much that was miraculous about either of them.

Mama, you're so bright and cheerful today.

However, did you two get along, Miss Shirley?

I let her have her head and we got home well enough.

I don't care what the problem will say.

I think you're quite good looking.

Thank you.

Oh, good grief.

Well, well, what about people who lost their

sheep and doesn't know where to find them?

Very, very.

Good day, Miss Shirley.

After this, I should be surprised if nothing leaves them

alone as they'll come home, bringing their tails to find them.

You were told to stop worrying those ridiculous spectacles outside.

My sight will never improve if you constantly wear them.

Yes, Papa, but Miss Shirley gave me these new ones.

Go, sir.

I mean, immediately.

But... Hurry up.

Yum, Matt.

Who's responsible for this?

Is this your wagon?

Oh, thank you.

We had a marvelous time.

Miss Shirley, may I have a word?

If you are along this car, I'll catch up.

Yes, sir.

It seems that each time we meet, could tester a few lives in my way.

Well, then, perhaps you ought to get out of the way.

I get annoyed when people treat my instructions lightly, Miss Shirley.

I gave explicit orders that my daughter was to have

no further association with Kingsport Lady's culture.

Would you mind telling me what the devil you're doing here?

We've been on a country picnic, sir.

Hmm?

Hosted by your mother.

My mother.

She, uh, authorized taking out all those carriages and inviting all those girls?

No.

Sir, I did.

And as she has nothing better to think about than herself,

I felt it was high-time someone tried to help her.

Then you really are as insane as all the rumors I've heard about you.

What if you heard?

You wouldn't want to know.

Yes, I would.

The Pringles have labeled you the madcap English professor.

Someone said you'd written the most ridiculous story.

They'd ever read published by, uh, something a rather reliable baking powder company.

And that you were the silliest red-headed mouse of a school mistress.

They'd ever know me.

Thanks to you.

I was very nearly fired.

There's a logical explanation behind everything, which people really are the

most narrow-minded, self-centered quarrelsome group I have ever encountered.

To poison your entire clan.

You can't stand to see anyone succeed other than yourselves.

Oh, I'm sure you're all bloating over who will

fly the victory banner at the end of this year.

Well, you have not got the better of me yet.

Come back here, Miss.

You're upset by what the Pringles think of you.

I don't care to discuss it.

If you don't mind.

I'm sorry.

You're afraid the Pringle Room is might reinforce my conclusions about you.

You are conclusion?

Don't flatter yourself.

You might be interested in listening to what I actually had to say in your defense.

You ought to look around and see if there's anyone

you like to listen to, better than yourself.

I took it upon myself to see that this was delivered to you.

I'm sure you're far too busy to afford a change of address to your daughter.

If you weren't so self-absorbed, sir, you'd realize

there's a little girl who desperately loves you.

You don't go.

Oh, Miss Shirley, wait!

Morgan!

I'll be right back.

Miss Shirley!

Oh, Miss Shirley.

Thank goodness you didn't let Mama see me getting out of that fellow's carriage.

Paulie, you're positively treadling.

Oh, it was heavenly.

I simply have to tell you everything.

I said, can't drove me home.

He used to be an old bow of mine.

Well, no, hardly an old bow.

He never had any real intentions.

But we did used to go driving around together.

He paid me a compliment.

He said, your hair looks as much like molasses taffy as it ever did.

I hope there wasn't anything improper in his saying that.

Oh, nothing whatsoever.

He asked me to go driving a game.

Heaven knows what Mama's gonna say, but... I don't even care.

The reason I walked all around the old house,

remembered all the summers we spent together as girls.

I saw the lilac bushes that we planted years ago.

Oh, no.

I was never had such a wonderful day.

I'm so pleased.

How could I ever repay you?

I just wish you didn't have such a difficult time here.

Oh.

I don't even mind coming home somehow.

Morgan's here for a few weeks on business.

I hope it will be just like old times.

After all, Mama needs me.

But it's nice being needed, isn't it?

Thank you, Miss Shirley.

You keep the dress.

I have a nose you might get to where are you.

God bless you.

You've done more than you'll ever know.

King's Port Lady's College, Miss Brooks speaking.

My good afternoon, Miss Springle.

Saw throat.

Tons of lightness, good heavens.

I hope it is it's serious.

It's not contagious, is it?

Oh, I see.

No, no, but... No, we understand completely.

One must not interfere with the doctor's orders.

I agree with you, Miss Springle.

I appreciate your giving us sufficient notice.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Jen Pringle will not be performing this evening.

You can be serious.

And after all this effort, we shall simply have to return the tickets and put it off.

Until then, we can't afford to re-book the horn.

And what about the ban?

I still have to pay for them.

Well, Muriel Stacy, I told you it was foolish to get up a play at this time of year.

Don't blame me.

Jen Pringle is no more danger of tons of lightness than I am.

This is a deliberate device to ruin the play and get rid of me.

That's an awfully sour attitude.

What do you intend to do, read it yourself?

That wood ruin it.

Mary is the entire play.

We are not postponing anything.

I'll be back in an hour.

Carry on as we planned until you hear from me.

I would like to speak to Captain Harris, please.

I'm sorry.

He's busy in his study.

And I regret to say he won't be disturbed.

I'm sorry, Annabelle.

But this is a matter that goes beyond regret.

I mean, look at the shipment in Boston.

I'm under, all right.

I apologize for interrupting you so rudely, sir.

But I'll be brief.

Because you've been drawing your financial support from the college.

We have been attempting to raise the balance of our operating costs through the

production of a benefit concert schedule for this evening.

Now our concert is threatened because Jen Pringle our

leading performer has called in ill at the last minute.

Emeline knows the part called we've been studying it together.

This opportunity would mean everything to her.

I know what you think of me, my methods, and the school,

but I beg of you to let her perform with us tonight.

I take it then your job is on the line.

I intend to see this through, sir.

If you have no business interfering, you must surely.

Emeline is far too easily influenced for her own good.

But in other circumstances, I feel I owe you an apology for some of the things I

said the other day, and for the trouble I've obviously caused, I admit no harm.

Please, that was my own fault.

Perhaps I reacted, he's still taking a line out of school.

The Pringle, if I could fill their weight around his community.

You might say, we took him on his expulsioness.

I took on myself.

But I thought you supported the general consensus.

Please, don't lump me in with that lot.

The king's boy is a very insidious town.

I am grateful to you for your insights, Miss Shirley.

Emeline may go.

Emeline may go.

Emeline may go.

Sir, I'm just dizzy with gratitude.

Miss Shirley.

Miss Shirley, you were in a line very long.

Pringles would be sharpening their knives.

Thank you.

Forgive all evil toward me of all men, deed or device to hurt me.

Yeah, I would not bear one heart on reconciled with mine when mine is cold.

I will not take death's hand with any soil of hate or wrath or wrong about me.

But being friends with this past world, pass from it in the general piece of love.

Thank you.

Thank you all so much for your well-overwhelming support for this evening's benefit.

I would now like to introduce to you KLC's brilliant young English professor,

an individual who has overseen every last inch of this production, and whose

inspired direction has brought forth such

magnificent performances from your daughters.

Miss Anne Shirley.

Thank you.

Miss Shirley, on behalf of the Kings County Board of Education, it gives me

very great pleasure to present you with this check, the proceeds of this evening's

exciting event made out to the Kingsport Ladies College in the amount of $2,500.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

It would be impossible for me to speak, without having by my

side the three other energetic supporters of tonight's event.

Miss Carr, Miss Mackay, and especially our beloved principal, Miss Catherine Brook,

who have all worked so tirelessly on this production.

APPLAUSE

It was with great trepidation that I began my year here at Kingsport Ladies College,

and I own enormous debt of gratitude to my fellow teachers, and to the parents of my

students who all tried to make me feel so at

home during my first few weeks in Kingsport.

I have grown to love and respect all of our girls at KLC, and have found many

kindred spirits among them.

If we have opened your hearts this evening, and

entertained you even a little, we have succeeded.

Thank you all for your very fine support.

APPLAUSE Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Oh, yes.

I can't thank you enough for what you've done for my, Myra.

She's got a long bit of this term that she has in a long time.

She's a joy to teach, thank you.

I just hope they all realise what a jewel you are, my dear.

I know some of the other Pringles have been

abominable, but I don't care what they say.

You can board with me next term.

Thank you for the invitation.

I had a teacher just like you when I was a girl.

He brought me some of my memories like this.

I'm just thinking we are fine support.

How about what do you think?

Ermaline, you weren't an angel.

Stold away everyone's heart including mine.

Come back to earth now.

Oh, wow.

It looks like a dream.

Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Ermaline.

Oh, you were wonderful.

Thank you.

It looks like you have single handedly routed the entire Pringles plan.

Well, let's just say that the wind is a persecution of blown over.

Thank you, sir.

This is meant a great deal to me.

I'll never forget it as long as I live.

I'll normalise.

Good night, Ermaline.

Miss Shirley, I'd like you to go on to bring my daughter.

So she'll be a call-up when she returns to college.

I'm prepared to make it with your wife.

Only if you put my wages back into supporting the college.

You're asking me to renegotiate.

Yes.

You have a deal.

Thank you.

Good night, Ermaline.

What is this?

You might as well from generous life alone for us.

She must be the good one.

I'll be a long short for you to tack your girls in.

Isn't that ring around the moon enchanting?

I've seen a good many moons in my time.

You haven't seen this one?

Sit down.

Let's let it just soak into our souls.

Isn't it a marvelous evening?

Don't make a fool out of yourself, please.

It

was thought in ancient times.

When a man and a woman sat under such a moon, they would be bonded together in

love and eternity.

Love.

If I died tomorrow, not one living soul would miss me.

What is it you want to ensure?

To be a friend.

I don't have facts.

I don't have your notable gift for doing the queen

act, always saying the right thing to everyone.

You say you like people to be frank?

Well, I'm going to be frank.

It's your own fault that no one likes you.

Catherine, Brooke, you are all prickles and stings.

I know how my social people hate me.

Do you think it doesn't hurt that I'm always

neglected and overlooked at social functions?

I'm sorry.

I've never been able to swallow all the

snopes and hopes I've received during my life.

I remember every single one.

For 15 years, I had to endure relatives who cared as little for me as my dead parents.

Of a third grade boarding houses that frozen winter at the stake of summer.

I've worn their cast off clothes.

Fortunately, my brains.

I made it through college, I paid back every cent.

Oh yes, I'm independent now.

The truth is I hate teaching.

But there is nothing else that I can do.

Look at you, a little messenger of optimism.

But how long will it last?

Five?

Maybe ten years before you wither inside of this...

and listening not to me.

Prepare to join the ranks of cult on interesting

spinsters who have chosen a professional career at Sherry.

And in particular, the performance of Emeline Harris,

who was so convincing in the role of the young queen.

The audience was so unexpectedly moved.

It is our opinion that this proficient group of young

actresses must establish permanent dramatic society.

The Kingsport examiner eagerly awaits their next production.

And on that note of praise, I hope you all performers

triumphantly in your term exam next Friday.

Class dismissed.

In light.

I'd like to apologize for the inconvenience.

I caused you, Miss Sherry.

We're all glad to see that your health is improved so quickly.

Yes.

I think the doctor was overly concerned.

I...

I hope I may stay in the dramatic society if you're going to continue.

Well, we couldn't do without you.

Thank you, Sherry.

Oh, my mother wants to know if you'd like to help on the annual hospital bizarre.

If you have the time to help your mother, I'd be flattered.

Good afternoon, girls.

And... Hello.

The board was totally enthralled.

Better than that.

They were absolutely floored.

And they received Captain Harris's check.

They want to renew your contract for five years.

Five years?

I want to record the last of that alone.

Well, I think that you ought to write a book about it.

Almost broke isn't it wonderful.

All those are such kiddel cattle.

I wouldn't trust your description of any of us.

Here, these came for you.

Thank you.

Thank you again.

I would like to return the favor.

I'd be pleased to have you escort my family for

a short visit to Boston when I return in a month.

Oh, my God.

Sincerely Morgan Harris.

Oh, my God.

Oh, beautiful.

Oh, beautiful.

Holy and Harris, you don't know if you're coming or going up.

Who's that happened?

Not up there, girl.

You're breathing me.

It's not safe up there either.

Put it back, don't put it back.

Allow the blind.

It needs to be just about one inch.

Oh, holy.

Holy.

No, you've done it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, that light makes my headache work.

I'm sorry.

Well, you've got your color back, Mrs. Harris.

You must be feeling that.

I am completely worn out with all the worry and the

motion sickness by stomach and dropping out of the bank.

Why, I ever listened to you and came on this trip in the first place.

Now now we're almost there.

Perhaps you'd like some lunch pulling.

We are not hungry.

Can I make a decent cup of tea on this contraption?

I'd rather drink mud than the tea that some people make.

Yes, Mrs. Harris.

I'll see what I can procure.

And see that they wash the cup out properly.

I don't mean to be a trouble to anyone, but from where I'm feeling.

I don't think I shall be here much longer.

And then perhaps you're all up pretty.

Poor Aunt Pauline.

I'll grab my mom asleep for days once we get there.

I can hardly wait to see Papa's new house.

I've only ever heard of how wonderful it is.

The feeling we're all here on approval.

Papa thinks very highly of you, Miss Shirley.

He said so.

Hello.

How is mother?

She allowed us to order her a cup of tea.

However, she is throwing out complaints at the speed of the story.

If we like a new house in Boston, public and Miss Shirley, nice day with you.

I don't know if Boston's large enough for two sophisticated ladies.

Going from Avenue later, Kingsport was an adventure captain.

I assure you this would be an epoch in my life.

Well, I'm sure you and Boston will make quite an impression on each other.

If I can remember not to look us back, what does I feel?

Oh, there's nothing above us.

Oh, there's nothing above us.

Oh, you're nobody cares what I suffer.

This is what you've been wasting my money on Morgan Harris.

Thank you very much.

And I didn't invite you all the way to Boston to carry on like this.

It isn't fair, Morgan.

It's simply isn't fair.

I don't just got to come back and live with you.

I can't afford the expenses and I'd simply can't stand the trouble.

I'm calling to go quit enough to do it.

No, I'm not mine, man.

Please, don't contradict me.

Don't be so demanding.

She's back in school besides I thought you enjoyed having her with you.

I am 79 years of age, my boy.

And I can't be bothered with the child.

You've got this enormous house.

Door comes out of your father's estate, doesn't it?

Huh?

I have every right to be demanding.

Why didn't you get mad at it again?

I haven't the temperament for it.

I suppose no one would take you.

Mind you're on business, mother.

Of course, I realize my opinion's a matter any longer.

I might just as well be dead.

Then you can have the rest of the money.

Please don't say that, man.

I will say it.

You're too ungrateful, children.

How many times have I set up at night nursing you?

When you were little, sometimes I thought you'd never live to see the dawn.

A mother sacrifices assumed forgotten.

Mama, please come to bed.

It's just the strange thing you're not calling.

Will you keep out of this?

Now listen to me, Morgan.

I am not going to bed until you give me a decisive answer.

Face up to your responsibilities and behave like I'm then.

All right.

I shall look into making the arrangements as soon as I can.

Well, that's better.

Good night.

Good night.

You can't rely on that, boy.

Stay in the same line.

for two minutes together.

He'll toss that child back in my lapish or a show can be.

And what do you think of my son's lack of responsibility?

I quite agree.

Good night, Miss Shelley.

Please, don't get up.

I just wanted to say what a lovely evening this has been.

And thank you for giving me such a wonderful opportunity.

I apologize for mother's behavior.

And our condition sarcasm is for one relief.

It's a fringle nature, I suppose.

I'm surprised you put up a lot with Kingsport nonsense as well as you have.

Well, it has been a challenge.

As well as a very good experience.

Oh, I desperately miss my green gables, though.

Watching the home lights flicker across the pond at night.

It's more real awaiting for me on the veranda.

Probably sounds very foolish to you.

Can't escape your home some island, don't print it.

Must feel very empty, living in this vast house all alone.

Well, it's an investment, really.

I'm away so frequently.

What is it that keeps you away from Kingsport?

Keeping occupied with the all-consuming problems in my business.

Running away?

Perhaps holding out for a reason to return.

Well, I hope you found one.

I'm very grateful to you for all you must have found.

I'm very grateful to you.

And the pleasure of such high spirits.

Good night.

Good night, Morgan Harris.

And surely.

I hope you shall see you often.

And I return to Kingsport.

Yes, you personally.

Thank you.

Do you think this makes me look old and powerful?

Well, yes, I am.

Can you get me a bermise, which of these hats was more sophisticated?

No, they cannot.

We'll check on them.

Anna.

Can you manage them?

Yes, she is.

Great lady of the West Indies.

She's magnificent.

What does Miss Chomi have?

Your means of rough cold wind.

Could it be Christened after delicious perfume?

Like a zephyr.

Then I shall aim the next one.

The zephyr in your honor.

And the excursion to Boston all seems like a dream somehow.

A million who has had such a forsaken life up to now has blossomed.

And I feel Captain Harris now recognizes the treasure he didn't know he possessed.

I am a little weary of living out of a trunk, though,

and I long to feel the summer loveliness of home.

I miss you both so very much.

That's all my heart.

She's plain worn out, if you ask me, Murilla.

I'm not surprised.

The way girls roam the earth now is something terrible.

It reminds me of Satan in the book of Job, going to and fro and walking up and down.

I don't think the Lord ever intended it.

What is to me will be, Rachel.

And what isn't to be, sometimes happens.

Riches are all very well, Murilla.

But if Anne prefers to hand some unknown to Avon Lee, well,

something more to be said, it's in the hands of Providence.

I enjoyed your company in Boston.

I hope the dream is continuing well in Kingsport.

And Emma line is caught up now in her studies.

Thank you again, sincerely, more than Harris.

Anne, surely?

What in heck are you doing here?

Gil?

You're the very last person I'd ever expect to meet out here on a day like this.

Um, um, come on.

The Royal Academy of Physicians is continuing here this weekend.

And I'm here as a delegate.

You must be proud of yourself.

I'm not as proud as I was of you when I read that

clipping the stasis on me about the success of your play.

That's sweet of you, Gil.

So good to see you.

Well, I was actually hoping we'd run into each other.

I wasn't sure whether you'd be happy to see me or not, so I... Me?

I can't begin to express my happiness.

Let me look at you.

Oh, yes, do I look like a young medical student now?

Not a bit.

You can't pull me.

You are still the same in charge of McGill.

Tell me all they have in the news.

Have you been back?

Uh, no, I've been spending most of my time with the stewards in Halifax.

Dr. Stewart's a very prominent surgeon.

But he who arranged for me to attend is his delegate.

You see, Christine and I are engaged.

It's seven next summer.

I'm so happy for you, Gil.

I guess that's what I wanted to see you so much.

Apologize for being such a fool last summer.

No, I... I think I understand now what you meant.

I meant what I said too.

I will never forget you.

You turned out as how it's imagined you would.

Doesn't it seem like yesterday we were off

to Queens and behind for those scholarships?

I suppose you've kept up your writing.

Not really.

I've been busy in.

Well, publishers aren't interested in those kinds of stories.

I wouldn't give up all together.

You know, I always thought you were right at book about Avon Lee.

I've changed the name, of course, or Rachel Limith thinks she was the heroine.

I've been lazy, dearest place in the world.

I don't think it's an interesting enough setting for a story.

Well, I intend to take Christine back to the

island with me and set up my practice there.

Dr. Stewart has a lot of pull and Halifax.

I'd like us to live there, but...

I don't want any handouts.

Besides, any other place just wouldn't seem like home to me.

No, of course.

The Lord of Governors at the college just offered me a five-year contract.

Well, that's wonderful.

He's certainly one you're way into the hearts of this affluent old town.

You won't be lonely.

I'll survive.

Well, I had to go.

Trainings at 5.30.

God, no, really?

Oh, I was going to...

mail this break to her.

I know just isn't the same.

Thanks, Gill.

Bye.

Goodbye, Gill.

Don't forget me.

Oh, Lord!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Goodbye!

Miss Shirley, would you help us arrange all these garlands and bunting?

This is a hopeless mess.

What's the matter, Miss Sprink?

Not one of these networks is as much artistic

ability as you have in your baby finger.

Ladies?

How are we doing?

I'm putting Miss Shirley in charge here.

Let me see.

I suggest you gathered up in a rosette like this.

And then we'll hang them with the festoons afterwards.

We were all so impressed with your production at the college, Miss Shirley.

Thank you.

And to think how you transformed Morgan Harris's little girl.

He's hardly had anything to do with a poor child since she was born.

Such a tragedy when his Adelaide died.

She was a rare beauty.

All Mrs. Harris and Mother Pringle are first cousins.

And I know how the Harris's have cut themselves off from everybody.

It was Morgan's fault, though.

She ran away and left him.

Terrible reputation with the ladies.

They say Adelaide really died of a broken heart.

I'm sure he's dealt so guilty all these years

that he can't stand the sight of the child.

More than likely it's the old lady he can't stand.

Well, I know for a fact that he has been seeing Elvara Evans.

Stand at oil fortune from Boston.

She has been staying for the last two weeks at Maplehurst.

Or so my sister-in-law tells me.

You got him to know cousin Morgan.

I haven't to miss Shirley.

Yes, we've met on several outings.

He's very charming.

We're going to get Miss Evans to tour of the old town, so be in the line.

Dear Miss Shirley, please accept our congratulations on your book.

And title that haven't been leaving yet.

He closes our check for $250 as a best against our royalties.

And.

Oh, hello.

And I was hoping to run into you.

We've missed having you back, May blessed.

I can imagine it must be very difficult for you to get away from your important guest.

Yes.

Yes, it is, but please let... Don't apologize.

I do understand.

Good day, sir.

May I offer you a ride back to the college?

No, thank you.

What's nagging you, Miss Shirley?

You'll be having rather like a spin-stly old schoolman, don't you think?

Perhaps that's because I am one.

I say that with admiration, it was a compliment.

I'm a great proponent of independent thinking.

Moreover, I've always held that early marriage as a sure

indication of second rate God's that had to be sold in a hurry.

Wouldn't you agree?

Well, you could be sure I'm at the first rate kind Morgan Harris.

I certainly have far greater ambition than marriage.

Oh, that's what you're insinuating is nagging me.

I'm about to have a short work of fiction published.

I'm afraid it has me completely preoccupied.

Well then, let me offer my congratulations.

Good day.

Ah.

And I am sorry.

I ought not to have made such a backhanded invitation.

I've been meaning to ask my mother to invite you back to Maplehurst.

How gracious of you.

But my schedule is so jam-packed, I'm sure I won't be able to squeeze it in.

I take it to the hospital benefit tomorrow evening.

Yes, I'm working as a volunteer.

I shall look forward to seeing you there.

Would you do me the honor, Miss Shirley, of reserving me a waltz on your card?

Of course.

I'd be pleased to, Morgan Harris.

Thank you.

If I have a waltz base for you.

Well, what do you think?

Oh, you look like a Gibson magazine cover.

Perhaps a romantic artist will fall for you.

It has to paint her picture.

Oh, Miss Shirley.

I know where my hair just like that when I turn 18.

You do.

Darling's invitation is the sincerest form of bladder.

Would you want to long and see if my camera's here?

Thank you.

Oh, my.

Going to London to visit the Queen, are we?

Are you not capable of saying anything pleasant?

No, I haven't your talent for pretending things.

You take my breath away with your compliments.

You always have some secret delight, don't you?

Don't deceive yourself.

You'll never be one of them, despite your flaunting, your string of pearls,

and making a spectacle of yourself.

Morgan Harris is a man of status and achievement.

And you, my dear, are nothing better than a teacher.

I don't know what you mean.

But I honestly feel sorry for you, Catherine.

You shut out every spark of happiness around you.

I will not be poisoned by your bitterness.

You are good luck, and surely this is the largest

number of tickets we've ever sold in the hospital.

Will I enjoy helping out any which way I can, Mrs. Pringle?

Don't get stuck behind that table all night to him.

We should have had a dance.

I will.

You took the teachers across the Queens.

Surely, isn't it?

And, surely, yes.

Louis Allen.

I remember you won the A for a scholarship, and GilbertBlinds won the gold medal.

Please, that's right.

Please, to know you.

What do you do now, Louis?

I'm the principal of Richmond Public School.

Not the most adventurous place in the world, but I've done all right for myself.

Can you tell her to a lot of other swim queens?

Do you dance as well as you boast?

Better.

Morgan Harris certainly upstaged the Pringles with that Evans woman.

But, say, she's a perfect cat.

Or as minions, though.

I've met her.

And believe me, it will take all this gold to kill the pill like her.

It's a match of a joining bank, I guess, to be sure.

Good evening, sir.

Or rather, good night.

Good evening, sir.

Or rather, good night.

You've lost me at once.

Sorry.

My guard was full of evening.

You needn't feel obligated to patronize a local school teacher.

I'll show you've been handsomely for your tickets.

We don't want to.

Thanks, Brady.

Please.

Don't spoil the evening for your guess by causing a seed.

What are you going?

I'm quite exhausted.

Please don't complicate matters by making excuses.

Now, Byron Evans is a business associate for the pastor I have

been liquidating the last of her father's shipping estate.

Bringing her to Maplehurst was a gesture of hospitality.

The conclusion of a lengthy transaction.

I know when I'm being conveniently excluded.

Isn't that at all be reasonable?

Why should I?

I have no ulterior motives.

Your writing has been reminded of some bees.

We all go on a nutshell.

Even mother.

She absolutely adores you.

One of the circumstances.

How could I have invited you this evening?

It really wasn't fishing for an invitation.

Perhaps it's my wholesome island upbringing.

But I've known tension of becoming fancy's fool.

I would like you to come back to Maplehurst.

Indeed, I don't know why.

As Emma lines governess perhaps.

I'll save you the trouble of asking.

I won't lose you then, surely.

The gold me.

Please, I would like...

Oh!

How could I hear this?

Oh, I'm... Molly, sorry.

But you grabbed me.

I would ask you to marry me.

What did you see?

I'm in love with you.

You really mean that?

Don't you?

My life on it.

I only know I couldn't have a band to lose you.

What should you do to me, Emma?

I'll give you a happy marriage.

What is this?

Do you care a great deal for you when I'm alive?

I can't.

What do you mean?

I mean, for five glorious seconds, I really thought perhaps I could marry you.

I used to dream of a moment like this.

And now...

I can't describe it.

I need to go home.

You can go back for some holidays.

My mother's big old places on the Gulf.

Not the same thing.

Yes, I do.

Look at you.

You're not even your code on your cancer death.

Really, you should go back in.

I still have a waltz free.

Let's give those old ladies something to gossip about.

Come in.

Why, Mr. McGinnis?

What is it?

You must come quickly to Maplehurst, Miss.

Everyone's worried.

Mrs. Harris who's kept silent all week.

Something must be treadfully wrong.

She took a bad spell just after Papa left.

And now she will need her drink.

And poor Aunt Pauline is beside herself to know what we should do.

Sure, I think it has come.

I'm afraid that she's slipping away.

And it's all my fault.

I can't once meet Mary.

Practically.

He's asked me to join the Presbyterian Church quietly.

Mama hates Isaac as much as she did 15 years ago.

And she said the military when I'm coming out to see me.

I don't think she'll forgive me.

I'm so afraid she's going to do it.

You must choose between them, Pauline.

Oh, you don't think I can help without him.

Don't be frightened now.

You must accept.

Oh, Miss Shirley.

You've always been able to smoke things all over with, Mama.

Please try to get her to forgive me.

Oh, it's you.

Mrs. Harris, please hear me through patiently.

I'm always patient.

Very patient.

I want you to know that Pauline is greatly troubled.

She's of the opinion that she should accept Isaac Kent's hand in marriage.

I thought there was some foolishness between her and that red dicula's.

In your heart, you must know it's the right thing to do.

The truth is, Pauline needs your forgiveness and she's ever going to be happy.

I advised her to be married, and I beg of you to let her go.

If you've managed to get Pauline to accept that Isaac Kent,

you've accomplished more than I thought was humanly possible.

At least you can't have to climb down and tell him to take her.

With hold, not my heart, for many joy.

That's the Bible I thought for you.

Mm.

And yeah, man, he's born and to trouble as the sparks lie upwards.

Joe, five first.

Pauline, come here, girl.

No one can deny Margaret Pringle Harris's place as a cornerstone of our community.

It is with great remorse that we turn her spirit over to her master.

Though our hearts be troubled with this grave loss, we must remind ourselves of

the fleetingness of our own lives, and that someday we

shall rejoice with Margaret forever in the hereafter.

Amen.

We're going back to Boston, Miss Shirley.

Pauline's accepted Isaac Kent, I've decided to sell my blessed.

Oh, I shall miss you, Emma.

But we will see each other again soon.

And I promise you, I won't ever forget you.

Just you, mind that.

Well, if I miss Shirley,

no one in the whole world like you.

Please accept my condolences, Morgan.

Mother mentioned you before she went, she was...

very keen on you.

She was never wanted to throw away a compliment.

That means a great deal to me.

Will you not be considered?

I've come very close to reconsidering.

But it isn't any useful.

I'll miss you, Emma.

I hope you end that big house with golf someday.

Cause I'll miss you, too.

I haven't had a chance to thank you, Miss Brooke.

It's been such a rewarding year.

Don't be ridiculous, please.

Where will you be spending your summer holidays?

Here in this fire trap, where did you suppose?

Why stay if you don't like it?

Why?

Why?

Don't trouble yourself.

You've paid your lip service, now goodbye.

I shall see you next time.

I won't be coming back next term.

I've given my resignation to the board and to Miss Stacy.

I came here to ask you if you'd like to spend your holidays with me.

And Green Gables, unless you have somewhere else you're going.

And out first.

I'm hardly a candidate for that yet.

Katherine Brooke, whether you know it or not, what you want is a darn good spanking.

Must've relieved you to say that.

It has.

And I've wanted to say to you for a very long time.

But I have asked you to come because the very idea of

you spending a summer cooped up in here isn't decent.

You asked me because you feel sorry for me.

I am sorry for you.

You've shut out life and our life is shutting you out.

Now are you coming or not?

What would you say if I accepted?

I'd say that's the first faint glimmer of common sense I've ever detected in you.

All right, I accept.

Now you can go through emotions of telling me how

delighted you are and how I'll have a wonderful time.

I am delighted.

But as to a wonderful time.

That will depend entirely on you, Katherine.

The murder trials in this Boston paper mine, you sent me a real interesting gorilla.

Full of heat in that place.

I hope Anne will never go there again.

Can you imagine that new minister going on about how he

doesn't believe that all the heathen will be eternally lost?

The idea.

If they won't be, all the money we've been spending

to the foreign missions will be completely wasted.

That's what.

I wouldn't fret if I were you, Rachel.

Goodness knows the world is full of beggars and it's a pretty pass if we can't

help a fellow being in need.

Christian or not?

Run a comfort!

Don't you be buying any junk for most settlers just to satisfy your conscience.

It's an ill wind that blows no good.

Come back here, you'll tell yourself running.

Help her!

Help her!

Help her!

I don't know what to say.

Blessed child how I've missed you.

We were looking for you tomorrow.

How did you get from breakfast?

I've walked through the muralists.

We let their luggage at the station.

I got homesick all at once and I wanted to show Catherine all my old hearts.

Welcome to Green Gables.

Thank you for having me, Ms. Gafford.

This blossoms fragrant.

Smell the mural and drink them in.

Enough of that nonsense.

If it's you, I'm off to hear about not drinking in blosses.

You must be real tired, Catherine.

Come and have a cup of tea on the veranda.

Well, let's go slowly.

I've dreamt of this moment all of you.

I want to soak it all in.

Out of Rachel has anything to do with it.

She'll want to spill out all the news about me.

Oh, and surely I've got so much to tell you.

Rachel, this is Catherine.

Rachel, it's you.

Please, David.

Come on in now.

You've never changed.

It's a beautiful thing about coming home.

Don't you think?

Catherine?

What's wrong?

Can I help you?

You can't understand.

Everything's always been so easy for you.

I'm tired of the trap.

I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get out.

You don't hate me any longer, do you?

Oh, I had.

Hate has got to be a disease with me.

I can never be the normal life now.

Yes, you can.

You'll be quite independent and free here.

When I was a little girl, I remember an old faded print on my uncle's wall,

showing a string of camels around a desert with a palm spring.

I've always wanted to travel and see that place.

To see the Taj Mahal, the pillars of Karnak.

I want to know, not just believe that the world is round.

I can never do it on a teacher's salary.

I shall have to go on forever, praying about

discipline and inexhaustible resources of the dominion.

I always wanted to be a friend.

Catherine's felt with a K.

Underneath all your prickles, you really are a kindred spirit.

This life never frighten you with its bleakness, actually.

This is the first place I've ever been to that feels like a real.

Isn't he perfect?

He's the most perfect baby I've ever seen now.

Every baby is the speedest and the best.

Well, before it came, I wanted a girl so I could call her Anne.

But I wouldn't exchange baby fed from a million girls.

If you'd had an Anne, you'd feel the same about her.

Would you like to help the baby Catherine?

No.

No, I've never held a baby in my life.

For help the baby.

Silly.

I'm afraid it won't piece it in my arms.

There you are.

He's taken with you, Catherine.

It feels so good to see you dear folk again.

I want to hear all the avenues.

I'd grown a whole and sent you left.

Anne, I'd throw down to me if I can't pick on me anymore.

Can't you think of any more interesting news than that, Minnie Mae?

Did you know Gilbert Blake was dying?

Minnie Mae holds your tongue.

What do you mean, Diana?

We didn't mean to tell you so suddenly, Anne.

He took scarlet fever in mid-term.

He picked it up at the hospital in Halifax.

Terrible worn out with school, I expect.

They've got a trained nurse and everything's been done.

I picked this up at the post office.

It's addressed to you.

My book!

I don't sit there shaking like a leaf open it.

There's camp in real.

They accepted my manuscript last February with a $250 advance.

Oh, you're a great one for secrets.

It's not a classic or a romance or anything important.

It's just a humorous book of stories I did about Avon Lee.

My spare time last fall.

Look, it's mine.

It's all mine.

Tomorrow, Anne, Matthew.

Cupboard.

For their unfailing love and support.

And for Gilbert who inspired me with the idea in the first place.

You do beat all, Anne.

Everyone will think I put you up to it.

Oh, it's all for good of you.

Especially considering Gilbert.

How sick is he, really?

It's been a bad case from the start.

No one's heard anything in the past week.

He has the live constitution in his favor, you know?

If God will sit.

There's a book of revelations in everyone's life.

I've been so wrong.

If Gilbert...

He's not knowing how he really can.

Oh, there.

And what could I do without him?

We can't change what God determines.

Don't worry, poor Mr. Blythe.

It must be a sign.

The worst would be more endurable than not knowing at all.

Jerry, wait.

Jerry, do you know how Gilbert Blythe is doing?

I think, I think he's bad.

Blythe's are all hoping he's going to get better.

I don't know.

Dr. Figgers, maybe he's going to have a close shave yet, though.

Will you ask Mr. Blythe to give him this for me?

Come with me if you like.

Give it to him yourself.

Kill?

It's me.

Come to ask you to go for one of our old-time couples in the woods.

You should go.

I brought you my book.

I've been published again.

I wrote about having me.

Just as you said, I should.

Without any highfalutia, I'm joking.

I dedicated the inscription to Marla and him at you.

What do you know?

I was planning on saving him as a wedding gift, and I decided I couldn't wait.

And this... It's not going to be any wedding anymore.

You're going to get him.

I'll get him.

I know who you are.

I'll get him there, Christine.

I would never be anyone for me, but...

Oh, Ann, it's a summer's flown by so quickly.

That school teacher really is a slave of time.

I don't know how I'm ever going to go back.

Don't be silly.

There's always another bend in the road.

Bend in the road.

There's no bend in my road.

I can see it's stretching straight out in front of me to the skyline.

Can't even just look at you.

You're rosy and healthy, and your hair looks so

attractive like that, instead of all pulled back.

Besides, I happen to know of two eligible young men.

The best about you.

Really?

It could be the bonfire tonight.

I wouldn't know what to say to them.

Will you help me, Ann?

They'll just laugh at me and think I'm an old gooseberry.

You give yourself far too little credit, Catherine.

I wish I had your confidence.

I can believe almost anything of this green gable, Seveores.

Well, mindful.

I'll be along.

I want to make sure Marilla has three full bushels.

Oh, Ann?

Hello, girl.

You're looking very robust.

Well, I guess I just made up my mind.

I wasn't going to let it lick me.

Care for a stroll down the lane?

I don't think there's going to be many more.

Fine afternoon's like this left in the summer.

I wish I could, but Catherine and I were off to Alice Penhalo's bonfire in an hour.

It's the first party I'm taking her to, and she's very nervous.

How about I walk you across the pond?

It's really afraid for you, Gil.

Until we heard you were over the worst.

Well, I was lucky, I suppose.

I'm not quite my old self yet, but by the time terms start, I'll be in fine form.

I'm glad you came back when you did, Ann.

It made a lot to me.

I finally read your book.

It's a fine piece of work.

I knew you could do it.

Publishers are hardly planning a second edition.

It was a long lesson to learn, but you were right.

I'm not going back to King's port.

I'm going to stay here at Green Gables and write.

Private Girl School is too rough on you, was it?

No.

It's just that I went looking for my ideals outside of myself.

It's covered.

It's not what the world holds for you.

It's what you bring to it.

The dream is dearest to my heart.

I'll write here.

Well, I hope you keep on dreaming.

It'll be three years before I finish medical school.

Even then, there won't be any damn sunbursts or marble halls.

I don't want sunbursts or marble halls.

I just want you.