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Well, she's not down there.

Oh, thank God.

I'm all right now.

We haven't thanked you yet, Mr Harrison. You came over very quickly. Won't you come in?

Mighty lucky to catch me in.

I've been over at Carmody. I've only just got back.

Now what are we going to do?

Well, she must be in some kind of difficulty or she'd have been back ages ago.

She's had nothing to eat since breakfast.

— Somebody would've taken her in. — No, not Dora, she wouldn't do that.

Besides, who Is there? You've been out all day and you said you did try Rachel's.

— I sent Davy over, but she wasn't there. — They was headed in the opposite direction.

And there are no other houses...

What did you say?

I said they were headed in the opposite direction, over towards my place.

— Who? When? — Davy and Dora.

— What time was that? — About nine o'clock.

— It can't have been. — She didn't go anywhere with Davy, did...

Davy!

— Davy! — She sure did, cos I saw "em.

— I'll see If she's still there. = I'll come.

— Oh, Marilla, if she's not there... = No, go along, and hurry.

— No, she ain't in there. = I didn't think she would be.

If she could get in, she could get out again.

She must be stuck somewhere, up a tree or something.

_- Shh! (Faint) Help!

— A seagull? = No!

— (Faint) Help! — Come on!

(Anne) Dora! Dora!

Anne! Anne, it's me! I'm in here.

— Where? Where are you? = In here.

— The lever won't work. I can't get out. — Oh, all right, I'm coming.

Oh, Doral

I've been waiting all the time. Why did you be so long?

We didn't know where to look for you.

It was all creepy and dirty, and there was a wasp on the window.

And then a great big, fat spider came out and rolled him up,

and it was horrible.

And I shouted and I shouted, and I couldn't get out.

Well, how did you come to be here in the first place?

Davy put me in here, and he shut the door and went away.

And I couldn't get out.

Davy?

Davy?

You go over there and sit down.

— Isn't he coming to bed? — He'll be up in a little while.

Are you going to give him a whipping, like you did Anthony Pye?

No, Dora. We're only going to talk to him. That's all

Good luck, Davy.

Come on, Dora.

Davy, how could you? How could you do such a thing?

I just did it for fun.

Things had been awful quiet round here for so long.

I thought it'd be fun to give you folks a big scare.

I don't believe you, Davy. You kept it up for too long for it to be just fun.

And all the lies you told! To me, the lies were almost the worst part of it.

— Everybody tells whoppers. — No, Davy, everybody doesn't.

— Yes, they do. Even the Minister tells them. — The Minister?

Well, so he does. He's always saying he's a miserable sinner,

and offending and erring and straying and doing all them sins.

If all that was true, he'd be worse than me.

Listen, Davy, when you do something to deliberately frighten Dora, then...

— Dora frightens me sometimes. — Oh, Davy, now you're being silly.

You're stronger and braver than she Is.

And when you deliberately set out to make us all so unhappy, well...

Well, something must be very wrong somewhere.

Are you sorry now you did it?

= I don't understand you at all — Because... was afraid you'd be glad.

— Glad about what? — Because there'd be one less to feed.

Oh, Davy, I told you, we do not begrudge the money it takes to feed you.

= You only say that. — I mean It, Davy, and you must believe me.

(Sobs)

Davy, Davy, what is wrong?

I don't want to go and live with my uncle.

I don't know him, and he didn't even put my name right in the letter.

He called me Dan, and I know he won't like us, neither.

Nobody likes us for long, even our pa.

He went away three times before he died, cos he got fed up with us.

I don't want to keep going to different places.

Oh, Davy!

Davy, please, please, don't cry.

= Hello. — Oh, hello.

Oh, it's from Priscilla.

I can't believe it!

Marilla, she's bringing her here. To Green Gables.

Calm down, Anne, for pity's sakes. Now, what is it?

Well, you know Priscilla's related to Charlotte E Morgan, who wrote 7he Rosebud Garden?

She's got a friend in White Sands and she's coming to see her Saturday,

and Priscilla's asking can she bring them here?

— Oh, I'm not dreaming, am I? — What time?

Oh. To, er... To come to dinner, she says.

Isn't it wonderful?

It's all very well, but there's no need to go flying up in the air.

Oh, The Rosebud Garden!

It's my favourite book.

Marilla, I'm sure she must be a wonderful person.

I dare say she's much like anyone else when It comes right down to it.

Here, go fill that with sugar.

Would you be offended if I asked you a question?

What?

Well, would you mind terribly if I cooked every bit of the dinner all by myself?

= I'll try and bear up. — Oh, thank you!

I'll draw up the menu tonight, after the children have gone to bed.

Menu?

I'm sorry it was short notice, but something urgent's come up.

— What's it about? — I found out yesterday, quite by accid...

Quite by accident, Anne.

What? Oh, Gilbert, I'm sorry.

Thank you. In my opinion, it's a very serious matter. It concerns Jud Parker.

— Oh, not him again! — What's he done this time?

He's gonna rent all the road space of his farm to a patent medicine company.

— That's outrageous! — He's going too far this time.

— Are you sure it's true? — Gertle Pye's father asked him. He admitted it.

— Do you know when? — End of the month.

It means the first thing any visitor will see on entering Avonlea

will be advertisements for Liver pills and stomach powder, right along his fencing.

— Whose fencing? — Judson Parker.

Well, he can't do that. We must stop him.

Oh, it's nice to know you're on our side, Anne.

But it would save time if we didn't have to say everything twice.

Well, as long as nobody asks me to go near him again. He doesn't take girls seriously.

Well, at least not that way.

= You and me? — He'd never let us in.

No, the best plan'll be one of each. Uh, say, you and Anne.

= I'm willing. — Oh, good.

You've got to put pressure on him. Who is he afraid of?

Nobody. He's not married.

Well, we must all try and think of tactics.

We've got to meet on Friday to discuss the best approach, and tackle him together on Saturday.

Oh, no, not Saturday, Gilbert. I'm sorry.

- Oh? — Charlotte E Morgan is coming.

— Charlotte E Morgan? — To Green Gables, Anne? Oh, how wonderful!

Er, who's Charlotte E Morgan?

— Who is Charlotte E Morgan? = Mmm.

The Rosebud Garden, of course.

— Oh, Fred! = You know, the great novelist!

— The greatest! — Oh, The Rosebud Garden!

— Oh, well, that explains everything. — So, Anne will be otherwise engaged.

— Can I do anything to help? — It's no good, Gilbert.

You can give up hope of any of them for this weekend.

I could come with you, Gilbert, if you think I'd be any good.

Done! Thank you, Ruby.

I'll see you Friday evening to work out a plan, like you were telling Anne.

Does it have to be so soon?

— Yes. I happen to think it's important. — Say Friday evening, about half past seven.

Oh, perhaps Anne could make a note of that for the minutes.

Well, you could call it...call it a subcommittee.

Would you mind asking your mother for some advice...

— Not too fancy. — No, that would look like affectation.

But everything nice and delicate.

— Light soup to start with? — Oh, cream of onion.

And then roast fowls, garden peas and creamed potatoes.

And I'm good at salad.

Oh, but dessert. How are you going to cope...

Lemon pie and ladyfingers.

Erm... Where are you going to, er...

Well, in the parlour, of course.

— Did you say cheese? — No, but there will be.

— Can you help with the flowers? — Oh, yes, lots of flowers!

— Oh, a bower of blossoms. — Table, as well.

No. No, just wild roses there.

Like in The Rosebud Garden!

— What are you going to wear? — White muslin.

And if I wear blue, we'll be just like Alice and Louisa.

In The Golden Key!

No, that was Elizabeth.

Alice and Louisa were in, erm...

— The Secret. — Right.

Well, I must be off, but I'll see you tomorrow.

I won't forget to ask my mother if you can borrow the table silver.

Oh, thank you. All I hope for is a sunny day and the children to behave themselves.

— Good night, Miss Cuthbert. — Good night, Diana.

Davy's been quiet enough the last few days.

Marilla, would you mind if I invited Jane?

She'd break her heart if she wasn't there.

He had a nightmare last night, all about Paul Irving.

Davy?

— I know. He's jealous. — Anne, can't you do anything?

Oh, I've tried all I can to make him see we do love him.

I've even tried not being so nice to Paul when Davy's listening.

I reckon Davy's got a lot of leeway to make up as far as being loved is concerned.

Paul's always had things easy.

Marilla, just imagine all those years of loving and spoiling,

then dumped in Avonlea with a deaf grandmother, a stupid servant girl,

and children who envy him because he's rich and brilliant.

Well, that must be a kind of nightmare too.

But, Anne, you can't expect Davy to realise that.

The only thing that would make Davy happy would be for me to say to Paul,

"Your work is no good and the next time you're upset, don't come and tell me about it.”

Well, I can't do that, Marilla. I can't.

= I know. — What?

Charlotte E Morgan will be here on Saturday.

She knows so much about the human heart.

I'lL ask her.

Go on, take them.

Why not strip the place while you're at it? Bring a wheelbarrow, cart the lot off.

Just these two, only until Sunday, to help decorate the place.

How do you know I don't want them to decorate my place?

Because you've had them outside under a laurel bush for the last month and...

you've been using this one for turpentine.

Well, you've got them now.

I suppose you only came cos you wanted something.

Mr Harrison, why is it you're so good and kind to people when they're in trouble,

and so very disagreeable at other times?

I'm not well

Shall I ask someone to drop in on you?

No! Where was you on Thursday?

I was very busy cleaning and polishing in preparation for the party.

I'll come again on Sunday and bring you some cake. There's bound to be plenty left over.

All this fuss about a woman,

Just cos she scribbles a load of drivel for a bunch of stupid schoolgirls, and...

Goodbye.

And what do I get? A bag full of stale scraps that nobody else would look at.

(Moans)

All she'll have to do tomorrow Is the soup and the vegetables.

— She made all this herself? — Every bit of it.

Mmm, not bad.

What's the half a lemon for? Not serving fish as well, is she?

No, it's for rubbing on her nose.

To get rid of the freckles.

— Only one fault, as far as I can see. — What's that?

= Too much. — Too much of what?

Everything. She's got enough here to feed an army.

City folks don't eat like you and I, Marilla. The women just peck at their food.

They reckon it's more refined.

What would you know about city folk?

Saints alive, Marilla! I was President of the Ladies' League all those years,

meeting all those visiting speakers.

What they set store by Is the conversation, not the food.

I'LL be up to you to keep the talk going. Anne and the others'll be far too overawed.

I don't know what to talk to a book writer about. She won't know any of the same folks I know.

Listen, Marilla, the best thing would be if I came too.

I'm used to dealing with that kind of person.

= It's not for me to say, is it? — Oh, fiddlesticks, Marilla! It's your house.

= It's Anne's party. — Anne'd be grateful.

You admit yourself you don't know what to talk to them about.

It needs someone with tact and experience to keep the party going.

Well, you just tell Anne I've offered.

If she doesn't want me there, I'll stay away.

And the little bouquet. By her?

Mm~—hm. She'll like that.

Oh, I wonder what she'll look like.

Tall and willowy, I expect, with raven hair.

Oh, do you think? No, I've always seen her as fair.

The friend is called Mrs Pendexter. She's very rich, Priscilla says.

- (Gasps) — Oh, no, Davy, not in here.

I've been in the kitchen, and Marilla said not in there.

Anybody'd think I'm gonna explode or something. Well, where do I go, then?

In the kitchen. Only, don't touch anything and find something quiet to do.

Can I unravel this?

Yes. Do that.

Whatever for?

Heaven knows. He just rolls them into balls of string. He's got about six already.

— There! — Oh, it's perfect, Anne.

What now?

Now we go up and change.

Ooh!

— I can see you've been busy. — Sort of.

Oh, you do far too much for the Society. It's not fair, the others should do more.

Trouble is, they don't do it half as well as you.

Oh, I don't know. It's just that I'm the willing horse.

Oh, no, you're more than that. Far more.

Well, it's you that keeps the thing going. Of course it is.

What's going to happen next year when you go away to college?

— No more Society, that's what. — Ah, you could be right.

All your wonderful work for nothing.

I thought Anne might have been keen enough to keep it going, but...

She's very clever, of course.

— Oh, she's clever. — I was a bit surprised at her letting you down.

To be fair, it was very short notice.

Oh, but she knew it was important to you.

And she'd have been so much better than me because, well, she's more forceful, isn't she?

And brainier, and better at arguing.

If she tried being forceful with Jud Parker, it was very bad tactics.

Yes. Well, that's the only thing about Anne.

I do feel sometimes... Oh, how can I put it?

She's a bit...not unfeminine, exactly.

Sort of under—developed.

She's my age, but she's still acting like a schoolgirl

When [t's really time she started behaving a bit more...

Well, more like a woman. Don't you think so, Gilbert?

Hmm, up to a point.

Ah, well, if we're going, it's time we made a move.

Oh.

Oh, well...

Thank you.

Well, how's it going?

Another 15 minutes and it'll be perfect.

I hope Davy is behaving himself.

Oh, like an angel. I promised him that if he's very good next week I'll take him for a picnic.

By the way, Jane just arrived.

Oh, tell her I'll be out in just a jiffy.

Right, leave that to simmer, potatoes are doing fine.

Oh, yes.

That's sugar you put in there.

Yes, Davy. It's a tip I learned from Marilla. Just one little teaspoonful makes them taste better.

Who showed you how to make it?

Marilla did. And last week we made preserves. You know, jam.

— Did you? That was clever. = Like God.

What do you mean, like God?

In those questions we have on Sunday, it says why we should love God.

And then It says, "Because he makes, preserves and redeems us.”

Oh, no, Dora. It's "Makes ‘comma' preserves and redeems us.”

There. Everything is coming along beautifully. They can arrive whenever they like.

— (Knock at door) — Oh!

You stand right there.

— I'm not late, am I? = No, just in time.

Great heavens above, Rachel. Where in thunder did you dig that up?

It's a gown I keep for special occasions.

They've not arrived, then?

— Not yet. = I could have told you that.

People in their class never arrive on time.

— It's unfashionable. — (Scoffs)

— Moming, Diana, Jane. — Good morning, Mrs Lynde.

Good morning, Mrs... Oh.

I should leave off fiddling with that.

Place looks like a flower show already.

— Well, I think it looks lovely. — Oh!

Do you think she'd write her name in my copy of The Golden Key?

We're hoping that she'll give autographs, as long as we only ask for one each.

I thought Edgewood Days, and Anne's asking her to sign The Rosebud Garden.

I don't think that's the right thing to do.

Oh? Well, why not?

Well, we had a doctor's wife from Charlottetown once address us.

And she said they don't take it at all well

if they go to parties and people start talking to them about their symptoms.

What's that got to do with 7he Rosebud Dream?

It just shows that people with that kind of job

don't like people going on to them about it on social occasions.

= You think she'd be offended? — I Just can't be too careful. That's all

Fiddlesticks, Rachel!

Well, you'll all do as you like, of course.

Just so long as you don't blame me if anything goes wrong.

Mrs Lynde, I've put an awful lot of thought into this party, and I've planned it very carefully,

and I can assure you there Is nothing that can go wrong.

(Scream and clattering)

All right, nobody move.

I'lL go.

Oh, Davy!

I was...I was just trying to put this string up.

I banged my elbow. It doesn't half hurt.

Please go upstairs, Davy.

I'm sure it was an accident,

but I've got an awful lot on my mind and I'd be awfully happy if you were upstairs.

Ain't I getting no dinner?

— Yes, yes, after they've gone. — Good, I'd rather have it then.

= Uh=huh. — Seems a pity to waste It all

Upstairs!

- (Marilla) oh Davy . !

— Can I help? — Oh, yes, please.

The pies are done for. We'll have to have the strawberry preserves.

Oh, and the yellow fruit bowls, please, Marilla.

Erm... Are the vegetables all right?

Well, I think so, yes.

= No. — Oh, please, Mr Parker.

Oh, it's no use making eyes at me, missy. You're wasting your time.

Er, look, don't you think with the election so close,

it might be worth your while to keep in touch with public opinion?

Oh, I do, I do.

But if you think that clique of yours represents any part of public opinion, you're mistaken.

No, nobody that counts for anything

gives a tinker's curse about these amenities, as you call them.

— That's because they don't see far enough... = I'll tell you what they do care about.

How much money's in their pocket at the end of the year.

And when It comes to voting, they'll say to themselves,

Jud Parker's a pretty hardhearted fellow, but he's done very well for himself,

and he's come by it all honestly.

Oh, he'll do well for us if we put him in.

— Oh, it's no use, Gilbert. — Little girl's got more sense than you got.

Do as she says. Leave It alone.

What are they all doing in the kitchen?

Spoiling the broth, I'll wager.

Oh, well, we'll have to dish it up now, whether they're here or not.

The soup's half ruined already.

Have you ever tried adding a teaspoon of sugar to the peas?

— My mother always... — (AL) I've done it already.

Oh.

— Eurgh! — Oh, in the bucket, Jane!

But there's not much room in here. It's full of lemon pie and china.

China? Marilla, we need another plate, and we haven't got one.

— No? Well, you can borrow Miss Barry's platter. — The one she lent you for the bazaar?

She gave 20 dollars for it, didn't she?

She's Diana's aunt. Do you think she'd mind?

Oh, I suppose it would be all right.

Oh, I'd guard it with my life, Diana.

You know what I've been thinking, Anne? What if they don't come?

Oh, Jane, I refuse to suppose anything so absolutely dreadful.

No, everything's fine. The potatoes are delicious, the cream's beautiful.

The fowls and the gravy are superb,

and Just at this very moment, the guests are approaching on the wings of the wind.

— And when everything is ready for them... — (Knock on door)

See?

What did I tell you?

Is that them? Shall I...

No! No, I will

Do, do come in.

Thank you.

It's, er... It's from Priscilla.

She can't come.

She's... Mrs Morgan's sprained her ankle.

She... She says she's very sorry.

Just like that kind of person. Always crying off at the last minute.

Well, maybe she'll come some other day, Anne. When her ankle's better.

I don't think that's very likely. She has to go back to Toronto by the end of the week.

Just as well, if you ask me.

If we have to go through this again in two or three days, it'll take a month to get over it.

— If she ain't coming, can I come down? — Oh, Master Davy!

— Can I come, Anne? — Yes. Yes, all right.

— Whee! — We might as well eat.

— (Crockery shattering) — Oh, no!

Sorry, Anne. I was sliding down the banisters and I didn't see it.

It... It was an accident.

That's a funny place to keep plates, isn't it?

I thought you said a picnic if they were good.

Oh, well, Dora was good, and I guess Davy tried.

Anyway, we've got to get rid of this food somehow.

Why, hello, Paul. How nice to see you! Come in.

Good morning, Miss Shirley. I won't keep you more than a minute.

Good morning. I believe you must be Miss Cuthbert.

You believe right.

It's a very pleasant little cottage you have here, Miss Cuthbert.

— Well, thank you, Master Irving. — I brought you a fossil, Miss Shirley.

It's the imprint of a tree fern on a piece of rock. It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, it's lovely.

= No, you keep it. — Well, isn't it for your collection?

I haven't got a collection any longer.

Mary Joe said they were just dirty old stones and she threw them out.

Anne, can we take some matches? Then we could light a fire and cook our foo...

Davy!

I'll be back in a minute, Paul

Are you Interested In trilobites, Miss Cuthbert?

Never heard of them.

— Oh, I'm sorry. — No need to be sorry.

I've had plenty of words longer and trickier than that coming at me since Anne Shirley walked in.

They don't bother me any longer.

I didn't ask him, Davy. I didn't even know he was coming.

— You said it was our picnic. = I haven't invited him.

— You're going to, aren't you? — Well, he's bound to have seen the hamper.

It did enter my head that it just might be a kind act.

— See? I knew. And he'd spoil it all — I don't see why.

— You don't ever see anything. — Oh, Davy, that's not fair.

I've given you no reason to talk to me in that manner.

I... I asked you and Dora first, and if either of you don't want him, then I won't ask.

Good! Cos I don't want him. So don't!

Very well, Davy.

Anne? Sorry I hollered at you.

That... That's all right.

(Whooping)

Now, be careful, Davy, or you'll hit something.

(Growls)

(Laughs)

— Aren't you going to sit down? = No, I can't stay. Thomas isn't well again.

— He had another funny turn this morning. — Oh, I'm sorry.

— I popped over to see if you'd heard the news. — What news?

Harrison has a woman in there, living with him.

Time he got hold of a housekeeper.

Listen, first I knew of it was a line of sheets and blankets hung out.

And after that, another line full

Shirts and towels and curtains.

Whoever she Is, she's not afraid of hard work by the sound of it.

Yes, but who is she, Marilla? Where'd she come from?

Maybe he advertised.

ALL I know Is that as soon as she got there

she told young John Henry he needn't come any more.

And that's not all

As you know, he only has one spare bedroom, and that faces my house.

Now, if anybody slept in there, I'd have seen a light in the room.

But I didn't. There was no light.

Poor Rachel. Tied to the window all those hours.

I want to know who she is and what she's doing there,

even if I have to go over and find out for myself.

You tried that once before, when you thought he was burying people under the flagstones,

and that didn't get you very far.

I'm not talking about just murder now. I'm talking about downright immorality.

That sort of thing might be accepted in the States,

but we don't want women like that coming to settle in Avonlea.

And this time, nobody'll keep me out.

(ALL laughing)

I'm gonna catch a big fish now.

— Oh, you can't catch a fish. — Sure he can. We'll have it for supper, right?

= Yep. — (Groans)

Listen, when I've taught myself to row, then I'lL teach you.

(Anne laughing)

I came here none too soon, that's obvious.

Living in dirt and vermin.

Catching cold, neglecting yourself.

Running after women.

— Running after women? — Didn't think I'd hear about it, did you?

You didn't know that I had a cousin in Charlottetown, sends me the paper.

Avonlea Notes.

"A new and highly respected citizen..."

..and there can't be very many newcomers in a place of this size.

"A new and highly respected citizen will lead to the altar

"one of our most popular ladies.”

That's what brought you rushing halfway across Canada?

I'll get to the bottom of this before I'm finished, never fear.

(Laughing)

Well, what do you want?

I'd like a few words with Mr Harrison, if you don't mind.

Not till you tell me who you are and what you want with him.

Excuse me, but I've no intention of discussing my business with you.

Well, that's your bad luck, then,

because I have no intention of letting designing women come tramping in and out of this house.

You dare talk to me about designing women?

I am no stranger here. Mr Harrison knows perfectly well who I am.

— And so does everyone else in Avonlea. — Oh, do they?

Would you, by any chance, be the one they describe as "one of Its most popular ladies"?

Well, I don't know who told you that,

but I think you'll find I am well liked round here. Yes.

In that case, I think perhaps you had better come in.

I'll even go so far as to say I've been expecting you.

Well, there he is, for what he's worth.

So, tell him what it was you came to tell him.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Anything you've got to say you to my husband, you can say in front of me.

Husband? You mean you're his wife?

= He... He never told me he was married. — Oh, didn't he?

Maybe you forgot to ask him.

Or maybe you were so busy making sheep's eyes at him

and worming your way into his affections,

you didn't care whether he was married or not.

Me? Me and him? You're out of your mind!

You didn't think I'd find out about it, did you? Even had it put in the paper.

Gonna lead you to the altar, is he?

— Not if I can stop it, he Isn't. = Tell her who I am. Tell her it's all lies.

It's true love, Rachel, my little honeybun!

Our guilty secret is out. She knows all about us.

He's raving mad!

As God is my witness, I'm a respectable, married woman.

Ask the Minister, ask anybody you like. It's all lies.

The drink must have turned his brain.

Do you know how many empty bottles he put out there on Monday morning?

No, I don't.

But I think perhaps you and me had better talk this over.

On our own.

(Shrieks)

(Laughs)

Hey, Dora!

Look at this one.

Anne! Anne!

(Man) Whoa, whoa.

(Indistinct conversation)

Amesbury's a good man. I mean, it ain't as if you'd be voting for a dud.

You could say that, I guess.

You vote for him and it could be to your advantage.

I've a note for that pair of harrows you got in the spring.

I suppose you wouldn't object to having it back?

Well, since you put it that way, I reckon I might be able to do It.

These are hard times. A man has to look after his own interests.

Right. That's agreed, then?

Yeah, you could say so.

Hello. What are you doing here?

— Picnicking. = You, er...been here long?

You could say.

Would you, er... Would you like a lift back?

No, thank you.

What were they talking about, Anne?

Something he's wishing I hadn't heard.

— Phew! Well, I'd better take these two back. — I thought you'd be tired after the picnic.

Oh, they behaved pretty well.

When you're over there, you can find out what happened to Rachel.

— Rachel? — She went there hours ago.

Full of fire and fury.

Knowing Rachel, I'm surprised she hasn't come back to report what's happened.

I hope nothing's happened to her.

— Mrs Lynde! — Shh.

— It's his wife, Anne. — Wife?

She's a very nice woman.

Come in and meet her.

— Who is it, Rachel? — Anne Shirley.

Come on, you might as well finish the bottle.

I will not tolerate this blasted bib.

If you'll just take it and stop fussing, you won't need the bib.

— Oh, come on in, Anne. May I call you that? — Yes, of course.

Rachel's been telling me how kind you've been to Johnny.

I just hope you showed her some appreciation, that's all.

You must stay and have a cup of tea, cheer him up. We were just making one.

Come, Rachel. You can finish what you were telling me about Mrs Pye.

Well, before she was married, she worked for Mr Temple...

Well, Anne?

You're, er, looking much better.

— So is the house. — My easy times Is over.

— Might never be able to cut loose again. — Don't tell me you're not glad she's here.

— Well, I'lL get used to It, I guess. — Oh, it'll be a terrible hardship!

Good, hot, regular meals and clean sheets.

Someone to talk to in the evening and nurse you when you're sick.

Well, at least she'll keep the rest of them off.

Why, were you being besieged by designing females?

No, only by folks' tongues, and that was bad enough.

Well, you could have stopped all that if you'd sald you were married.

Well, it wasn't nobody's business.

You know what broke it up? It was Ginger. She threatened to have him put down.

All lies. I just wanted him out of the house, that's all. While the minister was there.

He'll tell you the parrot learned its wicked words from his brother.

Not all of them, he didn't.

Oh, no. Johnny's got a very nasty temper when he's roused.

When I'm mad, you mean. And you listen to me.

If you're going to make such a bosom friend of that Rachel Lynde, go to her house and gossip,

— cos I ain't having her in here. — Don't worry, we'll keep out of your way.

Er... Perhaps now Ginger's dead, things'll be different.

Whoa, lots of things are gonna be different now, Anne.

If I want to smoke in the house, I shall smoke in the house.

I'm a pretty tolerant man, Anne. You can vouch for that.

But if she hadn't driven me so far, I wouldn't have left her.

Ho—ho, that's what he's telling you, is it? It was me that left him.

I'd had enough. Left him a note and went back to my mother.

You thought you could come back three days later and find me waiting, didn't you?

= You was wrong. — What about that pillowcase?

You don't want to talk about that, do you?

That was only the once. What about you and my fret saw?

I've been too soft with that woman all along. That's been the trouble, Anne.

When's the tea coming?

It seems to me, even if Ginger were still alive, he'd find it hard to get a word in edgeways.

Well, the thing is, Anne, when you've been arguing with someone for 25 years,

it's amazing how much you miss It.

Anyway, there's always one sure way I can get a few minutes' quiet.

It was nice of Ella to write and ask us to tea, wasn't it?

Isn't it peaceful in the woods? It's just like treading on carpet.

Or walking through an enchanted forest.

— Now which way? = I don't remember this at all

Are you sure you took the right turning last time?

Oh, I wondered why we hadn't come back onto the road before now.

Oh, Anne, we're lost.

Well, we can't be very lost.

I mean, we haven't penetrated where white man's foot has never trod,

or anything like that.

It's all right. There's a house down there we can go to.

But how do we know whose house it is?

You mean it might be the witch of the wood?

Well, if it's made out of gingerbread with a raven on top, we can...run like fury.

It's so pretty!

Pretty name too. Echo Lodge.

Echo Lodge.

Oh! Oh, I heard about this place.

It belongs to Miss Lewis, Miss Lavendar Lewis.

— Who's she? — Some old maid.

They say she's some sort of a hermit and mighty peculiar.

Sounds Interesting.

Hello. Is Miss Lewis at home?

Yes, ma'am. I'll tell her you've come.

She's all ready for you, ma'am.

How did she know we were coming?

Second sight. Or maybe she cast a spell and lured us here.

She says to come in, please, ma'am. This way.

(Clock chimes)

Charlotte the Fourth says you wish to see me.

Yes. We're trying to get to East Grafton.

We're from Avonlea and we're going to Mrs Kimball's for tea.

Should we go right or left at that turning up there?

— You should have turned left at the last one. — Ah!

Oh, you've come quite, quite the wrong way. It's nearly four miles east of here.

Oh, well, it's hardly worth going at all now.

No, no, it is rather late. I think we ought to go home now.

Thank you so much for putting us right.

Oh, won't you stay to tea?

Well, that's very kind of you but I can see you're expecting company.

Aren't you hungry after walking all that way?

Miss Lewis, I can't tell a lie. I'm absolutely ravenous.

And Diana's always twice as hungry as I am,

but it would seem awfully rude to butt in on a tea party.

Oh, no, truly, it's quite all right.

As It happens, they won't, after all, be...

That Is, I'm by no means sure that they...

Oh, no, no, no. I can't tell a lie either.

There isn't any party. There's just Charlotte and me.

— Oh. — Then that's splendid.

We can move around until we've used up all the plates and cups.

— Like in Alice? — Yes, exactly.

Oh, what a piece of luck. Do sit down.

(Tinkling)

— Charlotte, you may bring in the tea now. — Yes, ma'am.

= Mind, don't let it boil — No, ma'am.

Oh, you may think me very silly, but so few people come here,

and when I think things are getting altogether too dull,

I have a little tea party, make a special effort.

Like the English, you know, dressing for dinner.

Is that a very odd way to behave?

Oh, I think that doing things that are fun for you and no harm to anybody else,

well, it's the most sensible way anyone could possibly behave.

(Miss Lewis) And it is good for the soul I sincerely believe that.

You see, at any age, if I thought all my pretty dresses were going to stay in the wardrobe,

and all my pretty china in the cupboard until, well, heaven knows when...

And then there's Charlotte the Fourth.

AlL her three sisters came to me to be trained.

I call them all Charlotte. It's easier.

But she must learn how things should be done.

So now and then I say to her,

"Charlotte, let us assume that tomorrow we shall be having company. We shall be seating six.”

And now you've come, out of the blue!

And who you are doesn't matter in the slightest.

But just for convenience, my name is Lavendar.

And yours?

— Oh, Diana Barry. — Anne Shirley.

Oh, you have a beautiful house here.

Miss Lewis, why do you call it Echo Lodge?

Ah!

— Charlotte, the horn. — What?

Oh, that.

(Tooting)

— (Horn echoes) — Why, that's wonderful.

People always admire my echoes.

Oh, there's another effect that can be very striking.

— Laugh, Charlotte. — (Laughs)

— (Laugh echoes) — (Al laugh)

It was extraordinary, Marilla, like the horns of elf land, faintly blowing.

Stone House, we used to call it. She must have changed the name.

Oh, it's as pretty as a picture. Everything clean and delicate and pretty.

Ah, she's got nothing else to do. She always liked things fancy.

= You know her, do you? — Lavendar Lewis?

I haven't set eyes on her in 15 years.

— They say her hair's gone white. — Yes, it has.

But her face is quite fresh and girlish.

And she has lovely, soft, grey eyes.

I think she must be one of those people that just never grow old.

When the rest of your generation grows old, it doesn't pay not to grow old with them.

Lavendar's gone on living in that hidey—hole and kinda got stuck.

— Don't you like her, Marilla? — Yes, I liked her well enough.

Some people thought she was a bit peculiar even then.

But there was no malice in it. That's what counts.

She was a fool to herself, that's all.

— How? — She was engaged to Stephen Irving.

— Paul Irving's father? = Mm—hm.

— Well, what went wrong? — Nobody knows.

It's my belief that she, er...

she put him off by getting him to live up to all that fanciness.

What do you mean?

I remember one moming in May, she wanted him to get up before daylight

so that they could walk through the dew together,

and see the sun come up and the birds waken.

But that's a lovely thing to do.

He overslept, and she wouldn't speak to him.

In the end, he went off to the States and married a singer.

Poor Miss Lavendar.

I wonder if that's why her hair went white.

Whoa, girl. Whoa, whoa.

Hey!

— Are you addressing me? — Er, yes.

I thought it'd be a good idea if we had a little talk, Anne.

— What about? — My fences.

I've decided not to lease them for advertisements after all.

Well, that would be very public spirited of you.

Yes, well, I can see things your way now.

You know, a society with your aims ought to be encouraged, I reckon.

Thank you. I'll let them know.

Oh, there's just one more thing, Anne.

There's no need to mention to anybody that little conversation I had with Gerry.

Oh, I have no intention of mentioning it, in any case.

Just so. Just so.

I was Just stringing Gerry along.

He thinks he's so smart. Why, I have no intention of voting for Amesbury.

— So, It's all right about the fence, then? — Thank you, Mr Parker.

So in the case of Jud Parker, I'm afraid we have to report failure.

I knew you wouldn't be able to shift him.

— It's quite impossible. He's so unreasonable. — Sorry I'm late, Mr Chairman.

— Oh, that's all right. — Busy planning another party?

No. I've been having a word with Jud Parker about his fence.

— He's...changed his mind. — He hasn't?

— How did you do it? — Are you sure?

Yes, it's quite definite. He's not going to lease it.

This is wonderful news!

I'm glad someone knows how to get round him.

This girl works miracles, even better than the thunderbolt.

— I always said he'd give way. — That's wonderful.

— Did he say why? — Not exactly, no.

Somebody ought to be proposing a vote of thanks.

But as you're here, we may as well be constitutional and start at the beginning.

"Minutes of the meeting held at 7pm on the evening of the 18th last.

"Those present were Fred Wright, Diana...

I reckon if I get four ounces of red and three ounces of green

and ten ounces of natural for the background, that ought to be enough.

Davy, leave that dye alone.

Here, give it to me before you spill it.

— And mind you don't worry Anne. — Oh, I won't worry her. I'm just going fishing.

Hey, why are you putting that thing on?

Because I gotta move all the feathers out of this into this clean one, and they fly everywhere.

Why have you got to do that?

Because it's dirty and it needs changing,

and because somebody, who will remain nameless,

put some boiled sweets under it and forgot about them.

Look at that sticky mess in the corner.

— Anne? = Hmm?

— What's in this brown bottle? — Freckle lotion.

Freckles. Rubbish!

I got the recipe out of a magazine. Anything's worth trying.

— All right. Come on, Dora. — Bye, Anne.

Mwah!

I thought you put lemon on your freckles.

1 did, but it didn't work.

Well, I'lL be off, then. If I catch a lot, we can have them for supper.

Oh, yes. Well, good luck, then.

— Thanks. Bye. — Bye.

(Knock at door)

Now, who can that be?

Today of all days.

Hello, Anne. It's me.

Priscilla! What on earth brings you here?

I've got a surprise for you. I've brought them.

— Brought who? — Aunt Charlotte. Her ankle's better now.

And her friend, Mrs Pendexter.

Come on in.

Oh.

Oh, Mrs Morgan, you don't know what it means for me to meet you at last.

I've read every one of your books, and you're just how I always imagined.

Is there anything the matter?

Oh, no, no, not at all

Oh, except that I'm Mrs Pendexter.

This is Mrs Charlotte Morgan.

Hello.