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I don't know what to do with her.

I will not go back to school, I assure you.

She can be awful stubborn
if she takes the notion.

Speaking as a woman who's
sent ten children to school,

I'd just humor her a little at
first, that's what I'd do.

Then you really think
I'd better let her stay home?

Yes. That is, I wouldn't
say school to her again

until she said it herself.

She'll cool off in a week or so and be
ready enough to go back of her own accord.

You think so?

While, if you were to make
her go back right off,

dear knows what freak or tantrum she'd
take next and make more trouble than ever.

Anne?

Whatever's the matter now?

I love Diana so, Marilla.
I cannot ever live without her.

Have you had a falling out?

No.

But when we grow up,
Diana will get married...

and go away and leave me.

And oh, what shall I do?

I hate her husband—
I just hate him furiously.

If you must borrow trouble,
for pity's sake, borrow it handier home.

Oh, yes. I'm going out tomorrow afternoon.

You can ask Diana to come
over and have tea here.

Oh, Marilla!

Have the bottle of raspberry cordial
on the second shelf of the closet.

You can cut some fruitcake and have
some of the cookies and snaps.

How perfectly lovely!

You are able to imagine things after all,

or else you'd never have understood
how I've longed for that very thing.

It will seem so nice and grown-uppish!

Chapter 4 One Can't Stay Sad Very Long
in Such an Interesting World

How do you do?

All the better for your company.

May I... offer you tea?

Marilla said the raspberry cordial
was on the second shelf.

This must be it.

Marilla's famous raspberry cordial!

Please help yourself.

Thank you. It's such a pretty color.

That's awfully nice!

I didn't know raspberry
cordial was so nice!

I'm real glad you like it!

Take as much as you want.
I'm going to run out and stir the fire up.

It certainly is very nice.

Another glass?

Yes, please.

The nicest I ever drank.

It's ever so much nicer than Mother's.

Marilla is a famous cook.

But there's no scope for imagination in
cookery. You just have to go by rules.

She is trying to teach me to cook,
but I assure you, Diana, it is uphill work.

Why, Diana, what is the matter?

I'm—I'm awful sick.

What?

Where do you feel bad?

W-Would you like to
lie down on the sofa?

I must go right home.

Oh, you mustn't dream of
going home without your tea.

I must go home.

All right. I'll go with you.

Mrs. Lynde.

Is Marilla in?

She's out.

Come in. I'll put on tea.

Never mind. I only stopped to look in.

Goodbye.

Tell me, Anne,

what did you give Diana to drink?

You set Diana drunk?!

What on earth did you give her?

Not a thing but raspberry cordial.

I never thought raspberry cordial
would set people drunk,

not even if they drank three
big tumblerfuls as Diana did.

Anne, you certainly have a genius
for getting into trouble.

You went and gave Diana currant wine
instead of raspberry cordial.

Wine?

I put the bottle of cordial
down in the cellar.

Not in the pantry as I told you.

What?!

Didn't you know the difference yourself?

I never tasted it. I meant to
be so—so—hospitable.

Diana just laughed silly like when her
mother asked her what was the matter.

Her mother smelled her breath
and knew she was drunk.

Mrs. Barry is so indignant.

She will never let me play with Diana again!

I know. I'll go up and tell
Mrs. Barry how it was.

She'll think better of it when she
finds you're not really to blame.

Marilla?

Of all the unreasonable women
I ever saw, she's the worst!

I told her it was all a mistake
and you weren't to blame,

but she just simply didn't believe me.

I told her plainly that wine wasn't meant
to be drunk three tumblerfuls at a time!

What do you want?

Oh, Mrs. Barry, please forgive me!

I did not mean to intoxicate Diana!

Just imagine if you had just one
bosom friend in all the world!

Do you think you would
intoxicate her on purpose?

Oh, please don't say that you won't
let Diana play with me any more!

If you do, you will cover my
life with a dark cloud of woe!

How dare you mock your elders with
big words and dramatic gestures.

I don't think you are a fit little girl
for Diana to associate with.

You'd better go home and behave yourself.

Please wait!

Won't you let me see Diana
just once to say farewell?

Diana is sleeping. Now go!

Oh, but—

My last hope is gone.

Diana!

Your mother hasn't relented?

I've cried and cried, and I told her it
wasn't your fault, but it wasn't any use.

I had ever such a time coaxing her to
let me have ten minutes to say goodbye.

Ten minutes isn't very long
to say an eternal farewell in.

Oh, Diana, will you promise faithfully never
to forget me, the friend of your youth,

no matter what dearer
friends may caress thee?

Indeed I will, and I'll never
have another bosom friend.

I couldn't love anybody as I love you.

Oh, Diana, do you love me?

Why, of course I do.

Didn't you know that?

I thought you liked me, of course,
but I never hoped you loved me.

Oh, this is wonderful!

Oh, Diana, just say it once again.

I love you devotedly, Anne,
and I always will, you may be sure of that.

And I will always love thee, Diana.

Wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet-black
tresses in parting to treasure forevermore?

Ready?

Yes.

Fare thee well, my beloved friend.

Henceforth we must be as strangers,
though living side by side.

But my heart will ever be faithful to thee.

I'm going back to school.

That is all there is left in life for me,

now that my friend has been
ruthlessly torn from me.

In school, I can look at her
and muse over days departed.

I hope we'll hear no more of breaking slates
over people's heads and such carryings-on.

I'll try to be a model pupil!

Goodbye!

Anne!

You've come back!

Here.

Have some.

Oh, it looks scrumptious!

Here, Anne.

What's this?

Oh, how pretty!

Thank you, Ella.

Anne, this is from me.

And I'd like you to have this, too.

Thank you all. I'll treasure them.

It's so nice to be appreciated.

Well now, I suppose it is.

I hope you're doing as
your teacher tells you.

Of course I am.

But Diana won't look at me.

She might just have smiled
at me once, I think.

Now, I want you all to write a composition
on this school you have your lessons in.

Begin according to the order
I've written on the blackboard.

First, place. Where does it stand?

Dear Anne, Mother says I'm not to play
with you or talk to you even in school.

Please don't be cross at me,
because I love you as much as ever.

And so,

some of you wrote well
and others, not so well,

but you must all remember to read your
own compositions and correct mistakes.

My own darling Diana:

Of course I am not cross at you.

Our spirits can commune.

I shall sleep with your letter
under my pillow tonight.

Yours until death do us part,
Anne or Cordelia Shirley.

That will do.

Anne Shirley.

I know you're good at spelling.

Would you help me with a few—

Anne really won't say a word to you.

I guess you are rivals in class.

Today, top honors in sums go to...

Gilbert.

Today, top honors in sums go to...

Anne.

Today, Gilbert and Anne have
tied for first in sums.

I'm sure I'll never
be able to like geometry.

There is no scope for
imagination in it at all.

And Gil—I mean, some of
the others are so smart at it.

Even Diana—

But I don't mind being beaten by Diana.

Even although we meet as strangers now

I still love her with an
inextinguishable love.

It makes me very sad that
I can't talk with her.

But really,

one can't stay sad very long
in such an interesting world,

can one?

Knowing you, you'll beat
anything life throws at you.

Now, finish your meal.

I will.

That winter witnessed a momentous event.

The Canadian Premier decided to
come to Prince Edward Island.

Most of the grown-up people in
Avonlea went to hear him speak.

But that wasn't the only happening of note.

It's nice to spend a night
without Marilla sometimes.

Hello?

Whatever is the matter, Diana?!

Has your mother relented at last?

No!

Oh, Anne, do come quick!

Minnie May is awful sick!

She's got croup, I think!

Father and Mother are away to town

and Young Mary Joe
doesn't know what to do,

and oh, Anne, I'm so scared!

Don't cry!

Matthew's gone for the doctor.

I know exactly what to do for croup.

You forget that I've looked after children.

Just wait till I get the ipecac bottle.

Well, Anne?

Minnie May has croup all right,
just like the three pairs of twins.

But she's pretty bad.

Try to find fresh clothes
and soft flannel cloths!

Right away.

Mary Joe, we must have lots of hot water.

Right!

Now Minnie May, drink this down.

Yes, that's a good girl.

You don't think she'll choke, do you?

Minnie May!

Minnie May!

Stay strong, Minnie May!

Matthew!

Sorry. I had to go all
the way to Spencervale.

Where is the patient?

She's here.

Sleeping soundly, I see.

She'll be all right now.

I was awfully near giving up in despair.

I actually thought she was
going to choke to death.

Did you give her medicine?

I gave her ipecac,

and when the last dose went down,
she began to get better right away.

You must just imagine my relief, doctor,
because I can't express it in words.

You know there are some things that
cannot be expressed in words.

Isn't it a wonderful morning?

I'm so glad I live in a world
where there are white frosts.

I'm so sleepy. I can't go to school.

But I hate to stay home for
Gil—some of the others

will get head of the class.

Well now, I guess you'll manage all right.

That little redheaded girl they have over
at Cuthbert's saved that baby's life.

It would have been too late
by the time I got here.

Did she really?

I never saw anything like the eyes of her
when she was explaining the case out to me.

I can't express it in words.

Welcome home, Marilla.

I guess you're hungry.

There's soup in the pot,

and you can get yourself some
blue plum preserve out of the pantry.

Matthew has been telling
me about last night.

I must say it was fortunate
you knew what to do.

I wouldn't have had any idea myself,
for I never saw a case of croup.

Marilla, I—

Don't talk while you're eating!

I can tell by the look of you that
you're just full up with speeches,

but they'll keep.

Mrs. Barry was here this afternoon, Anne.

She says you saved Minnie May's life,
and she is sorry for that affair of the wine.

And she hopes you'll be good
friends with Diana again.

Oh, Marilla, can I go right now?

I'll wash my dishes when I come back.

Yes, yes, run along.

I'll get your cap and wrap, so—

I might as well call to the wind.

It'll be a mercy if she doesn't
catch her death of cold.

Anne!

Diana!

Just at present, I have
a soul above red hair.

It must be lovely to be grown up, Marilla,

when just being treated as
if you were is so nice.

I don't know about that.

Diana showed me a new fancy crochet stitch.

And she gave me a beautiful card
with a wreath of roses on it,

and a verse of poetry!

And we had fruitcake and...

Dear Anne,

If you love me

as I love you...

Nothing but death

Nothing but death

can part us two.

can part us two.

Next Time

Let Us Look on the
Bright Side of Things