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Anne of Green Gables Vol. 2

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Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised

Matthew Cuthbert had intended to welcome his adopted boy at the station.

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But there was a red-haired, skinny girl there instead.

How beautiful!

I didn't think I could see such a wonderful lake.

Why is the carriage trembling so much?

I really like this feeling.

Please stop here for a while?

That pear tree is like a girl clothed in white...

viewing her reflection upon the lake.

It'll be late if we don't set off soon

Let's set off!

Goodnight, Mr. Lake of Shining Waters.

I say good night to my favourite things...

because I feel it would make them happy.

Look! That lake is like smiling in gratitude.

That's Barry's Pond.

But I feel 'Lake of Shining Waters' is more suitable.

Right! This is the kind of thrill.

I get a thrill when I think of a good name.

Do you get that too Uncle?

Well now, yes.

It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly white grubs...

that spade up in the cucumber beds. I hate the look of them.

Oh, I don't think that can be exactly the same kind of a thrill.

But why do other people call it Barry's pond?

I reckon because Mr. Barry lives up there in that house.

Green Gables' is right behind it.

Has Mr. Barry any little girls?

Well, not so very little either... about my size.

He's got one about eleven. Her name is Diana.

What a perfectly lovely name! Like the name of the moon goddess!

There's something dreadfully heathenish about it too!

We're pretty near home now. That's Green Gables over...

Oh, don't tell me please!

Let me guess.

I'm sure I'll guess right.

That's it, isn't it?

That's right!

But you should have heard of it from Mrs. Spencer?

No, not really. She didn't tell me anything about the house.

All she said might just as well have been about most other places.

But just as soon as I saw it, I felt it was home.

Oh, it seems as if I must be in a dream.

When a horrible feeling would come over me and I'd be afraid it was a dream.

My arm must be black and blue now...

for I've pinched myself so many times today.

But it IS real and we're nearly home.

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep.

What nice dreams they must have!

Matthew Cuthbert, who is she? Where is the boy?

There was no boy. There was only her.

No boy! But there MUST have been a boy.

We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring a boy.

There must have been a mistake somewhere.

But this girl was brought by Mrs. Spencer.

I've verified it with the stationmaster.

You didn't see Mrs. Spencer?

Well... because I was late...

So I brought her back.

What is going on here?

You don't want me!

You don't want me because I'm not a boy!

I might have expected it.

Nobody ever did want me.

I might have known it was all too beautiful to last.

Oh, what shall I do? I'm going to burst into tears!

The girl cried her heart out.

Matthew and Marilla looked deprecatingly at one another...

because they knew not what to do.

Finally Marilla stepped up.

Well, well, there's no need to cry so about it.

Yes, there is a need.

You would cry, too, Aunty.

If you were an orphan and had come to a place you thought was going to be home...

and found they didn't want you because you weren't a boy. Aunty would cry too.

Why have I met up with such a tragic thing?

Don't cry anymore! You can stay for one night here.

Um... What is her name?

Well... I have yet to ask her.

What is your name?

Please call me Cordelia.

Call you Cordelia? That is your name?

It's not exactly my name...

but I would love to be called Cordelia.

It's such a perfectly elegant name.

I don't know what on earth you mean.

If Cordelia isn't your name, what is?

Anne Shirley.

But please do call me Cordelia.

It can't matter much to you what you call me...

if I'm not staying for long, can it?

And Anne is such an unromantic name.

Unromantic fiddlesticks!

Anne is a good name, you have no need to be ashamed of it.

I'm not ashamed of it, only I like Cordelia better.

I often imagine that my name was Cordelia.

When I was young I used to imagine it was Geraldine.

But if you call me Anne please call me Anne...

spelled with an E.

What difference does it make how it's spelled?

Oh, it makes SUCH a difference!

It sounds so much nicer.

When you hear a name can't you see it in your mind, like it was printed out?

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I can.

If you'll only call me Anne spelled with an E...

I shall stop insisting on Cordelia.

Very well, then, Anne spelled with an E...

can you tell us how this mistake came to be made?

Were there no boys at the asylum?

Oh, yes, there was an abundance of them.

But Mrs. Spencer said specifically you wanted a girl.

You don't know how delighted I was. You would never understand.

I couldn't sleep all last night for joy.

Why didn't you tell me at the station?

If I hadn't seen the White Way of Delight...

and the Lake of Shining Waters...

it wouldn't be so hard.

What on earth does she mean?

She... she's just referring to...

some conversation we had on the road,

I'm going out to put the mare in, Marilla. Have tea ready when I come back

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Did Mrs. Spencer bring anybody over besides you?

She brought Lily Jones for herself.

Lily is only five years old and she is very beautiful and had nut-brown hair.

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If I was very beautiful and had nut-brown hair would you keep me?

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No. We want a boy to help Matthew on the farm.

A girl would be of no use to us.

Take off your hat. I'll lay it and your bag on the hall table.

Why won't you eat anything?

I can't.

I'm in the depths of despair.

Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?

I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say

Weren't you? Did you ever try to imagine about it then?

Never tried.

Then you wouldn't understand this feeling. A very uncomfortable feeling.

Like having a lump comes up in your throat, and you can't swallow anything.

Not even if it was a chocolate caramel.

I had one chocolate caramel once two years ago...

and it was simply delicious.

I've often dreamed since then that I had a lot of chocolate caramels...

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but I always wake up just when I'm going to eat them.

I do hope you won't be offended because I can't eat.

Everything is extremely nice, but still I cannot eat...

I guess she's tired.

Best put her to bed, Marilla!

That's a good suggestion!

Do you have a nightgown?

I have two...

but they're fearfully skimpy. There's never enough of these in the asylum.

I hate skimpy night-dresses.

One can dream they're lovely trailing ones with frills around the neck...

that's one consolation.

Don't be spouting nonsense, quickly dress and go to bed!

I'll come back in a few minutes for the candle.

If you did it yourself, you'd likely set the place on fire.

Good night

How could you say 'good night'?

You know it must be the very worst night I've ever had!

This is what comes of sending word instead of going ourselves.

We'll have to drive over and see Mrs. Spencer tomorrow, that's certain.

This girl will have to be sent back to the asylum.

Yes, I suppose so.

You suppose so?

You should be doing it!

Well now, she's a real nice little thing, Marilla.

It's kind of a pity to send her back when she's so set on staying here.

Matthew Cuthbert, you don't mean to say you think we ought to keep her!

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Well, now, no, I suppose not...

not exactly.

I suppose...

we could hardly be expected to keep her.

I should say not.

What good would she be to us?

We might be some good to her.

Matthew Cuthbert...

has that child bewitched you?

Of course not. She was a really interesting child.

You should have heard her talk coming from the station.

Oh, she can talk fast enough.

It's nothing in her favour, though.

I don't like talkative children...

and we don't need an orphan girl.

Right! We need to return her to where she came from.

I could hire a French boy to help me...

and she'd be company for you.

I'm not suffering for company. And I'm not going to keep her.

All right! Just as you wish.

I'm going to bed.

Gazing at the scene of the cherry bloom and dandelion outside the window...

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Anne finally regained her happy heart.

Next of Anne of Green Gables: 'Morning at Green Gables'

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