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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.

Next of Anne of Green Gables: Marilla Makes Up Her Mind

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