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Anne of Green Gables Vol.4

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Anne's History

Little Jerry Buote from the Creek
was here this morning...

and I told him I guessed I'd hire him
for the summer.

Brother, you said you would
adopt a child to help out!

Goodbye, Bonny! Goodbye, Snow Queen!

Goodbye, Uncle!

Goodbye!

I've decided to enjoy this carriage
ride.

If I make up my mind to,
I definitely will.

I am not going to think about going
back to the asylum...

while we're having our drive.

Look! There's a beautiful wild rose
there.

Beautiful! It must be glad to be a rose.

Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk?

I'm sure they could tell us
such lovely things.

And pink is the most bewitching color
in the world.

I love it, but I can't wear it.

Redheaded people can't wear pink.

Do you know of anybody
whose hair was red when she was young...

but got to be another color
when she grew up?

No...

and I shouldn't think it likely to
happen in your case either.

Well, that is another hope gone.

My life is a perfect graveyard
of buried hopes.

That's a sentence I read in a book
once...

and I say it over to comfort myself
whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

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I don't see where the comforting comes
in myself.

Why, because it sounds so nice
and romantic.

Just as if I were a heroine in a book,
you know.

Are we going across
the Lake of Shining Waters today?

We're not going over Barry's pond,
if that's what you mean...

by your Lake of Shining Waters.

We're going by the shore road.

Shore road sounds nice!

Just when you said 'shore road'...

I saw it in a picture in my mind,
as quick as that!

How far is it to White Sands?

About five miles.

And if you really like to talk,
why don't you talk about yourself?

What I know about myself isn't
really worth telling.

But if you'll only let me tell you
what I image about myself...

it'll be more interesting.

No, I don't want any of your imaginings.

Just you stick to bald facts.

Begin at the beginning. Where were
you born and how old are you?

Well?

Tell me!

No! What is the use?

I don't want to think
about those things.

This is the girl from the orphanage?

But wasn't it a boy, according to
what Mrs. Lynde said?

You hardly see Mrs. Lynde like that,
mixing up a girl for a boy.

No! That's not how it was.

Something went wrong,
and this girl replaced the boy.

That is so unfortunate.

But why did this happen?

I don't know myself!

That's why I'm going to ask
Mrs. Spencer at White Sands...

what this is about.

Although it's an error
and she has to be sent back...

but this child is so pitiful.

I'm sorry! I'm in a rush...

Anne, what's wrong with you?

Anne! Anne!! Come back!

Anne!

I'm sorry!
I've wasted much of your time...

I have something on,
I have to make a move

Aunty, I'm sorry!

I'm all right, please continue.

I as in the wrong too,
I never cared for your feelings.

I'll tell Aunty about my past.

I'll talk from my birth.

I was born in Bolingbroke, Nova Scotia.

I was eleven last March.

My father was Walter Shirley, he was a
teacher in the Bolingbroke High School.

My mother's name was Bertha Shirley.

Aren't Walter and Bertha lovely names?

I'm so glad my parents had nice names.

It would be a real disgrace...

to have a father named... well,
say Jedediah.

I guess it doesn't matter what a man's
name is as long as he behaves himself.

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Well, I don't know.

I read in a book once that a rose
by any other name...

would smell as sweet...

but I've never been able to believe it.

I don't believe a rose would be as nice...

if it was called a thistle
or a skunk cabbage.

If my father was called Jedediah,
I would be troubled!

Ah!! That's it for the names,
tell me about your parents!

Well, my mother was a teacher
in the High school, too...

but when she married father...

they went to live in a weeny-teeny
little yellow house in Bolingbroke.

I've never seen that house...

but I've imagined it thousands of times.

I think it must have had honeysuckle
over the parlor window...

and lilacs in the front yard...

and lilies of the valley just
inside the gate.

Yes, I didn't go there anytime, but
I can see it once I close my eyes.

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And muslin curtains in all the windows.

Muslin curtains give a house
such an air.

I was born in that house.

Mrs. Thomas said I was the homeliest
baby she ever saw...

I was so scrawny and tiny...

and nothing but eyes...

although I still am now.

But mother thought I was perfectly
beautiful.

I should think a mother would
be a better judge...

than a poor woman who came in
to scrub, wouldn't you?

One would love their own child
and think it beautiful.

I'm glad she liked me anyhow.

I would feel so sad if she didn't
like me.

Because she didn't live very long
after that, you see.

She died of fever when I was
just three months old.

I wish she'd lived long enough for me
to remember calling her mother.

I think it would be so sweet to
say 'mother', don't you?

I really wished someone would
let me call her Mother.

Or 'Mom...

Mommy, Mama! '

But I never even called
my own parents once.

It's a bit too much for a 3 month
old baby.

Father died four days afterwards
from fever too.

That left me an orphan
and folks were at their wits' end...

so Mrs. Thomas said, what to do with me.

You see, nobody wanted me even then.

It seems to be my fate.

Anne's words stopped here...

and Marilla didn't pursue, while
waiting patiently for Anne to speak.

As Anne thinks of her mother and
sighs...

she looks at the sea and continues
about her past.

Although she digresses at times...

but to Anne...

this was what was needed to continue
talking.

Father and mother both came
from places far away...

and it was well known
they hadn't any relatives living.

Finally Mrs. Thomas said she'd take
me...

though she was poor and had
a drunken husband.

When I was four...

they moved from Bolingbroke to
Marysville.

I helped look after the Thomas
children younger than me.

I was skinny, so they took a lot of
looking after.

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Because Mrs. Thomas was busy
working everyday then.

And uncle didn't know how to
take care of the kids.

Then Mr. Thomas was killed falling
under a train...

and Mrs. Thomas was at HER wits' end,
so she said, what to do with me.

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Then Mrs. Hammond from up the river
came...

and said she'd take me,
seeing I was handy with children...

and I went up to live with her...

in a little clearing among the stumps.

It was a very lonesome place.

I could never have lived there
if I hadn't had an imagination.

Mr. Hammond worked
a little sawmill up there...

and Mrs. Hammond had eight children.

She had twins three times.

I like babies in moderation...

but twins three times in succession
is too much.

I told Mrs. Hammond so firmly...

when the last pair came.

I don't want to look after the twins
anymore!

I lived up river with Mrs. Hammond
over two years...

and then Mr. Hammond died
and we left there.

She divided her children
among her relatives...

and went to the States.

I had to go to the asylum at Hopeton...

because nobody would take me.

They didn't want me at the asylum either
they said they were over-crowded.

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About half a year ago,
Mrs. Spencer came.

Did you ever go to school?

Yes.

Not a great deal.

When I went up river we were so far
from a school...

that I couldn't walk it in winter...

and there was a vacation in summer...

so I could only go in the spring
and fall.

I like reading, and I know pieces
of poetry by heart.

I cherish the books my parents gave
me...

they made me understand many things.

But I accidentally mistook them
for rubbish...

and threw them away
when I went to the asylum.

Well... Were those women...

Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Hammond...
good to you?

Oh, they meant to be...

I know they meant to be as good
and kind as possible.

When people mean to be good,
you don't mind...

very much when they're not quite always.

They had a good deal to worry them.

It's very trying to have a drunken
husband;

And it must be very trying to have
twins three times in succession.

But I feel sure they meant to
be good to me.

Marilla asked no more questions.

Anne gave herself up to
a silent rapture over the shore road...

and Marilla guided the sorrel
abstractedly while she pondered deeply.

The sea is a nice place.

Once, Mr. Thomas hired an express wagon...

and took us all to spend the day
at the shore ten miles away.

I enjoyed every moment of that day, even
if I had to look after the children.

I lived it over in happy dreams
for years.

Aren't those gulls splendid?

Have you thought of being a gull?

I have.

Don't you think it would be nice to
wake up at sunrise and swoop down...

over the water and away out over
that lovely blue all day;

and then at night to fly back to one's
nest?

What big house is that just ahead,
please?

That's the White Sands Hotel.

Heaps of Americans come there
for the summer.

I was afraid it might be
Mrs. Spencer's place.

I don't want to get there.

Somehow, it will seem like
the end of everything.

But as matters went...

the carriage continued proceeding to Mrs
Spencer's place at White Sands Hotel.

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Mrs. Spencer discovers it was
entirely a misunderstand...

and a grandmother who wanted to
adopt Anne appeared.

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Marilla Makes Up Her Mind

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