CHARACTERS

Mrs. Hammond: Mother of three sets of twin’s. Anne’s first adopted home in the movie.

Mr. Hammond: Owner of a Mill. Dies of a heart attack

Mrs. Cadbury: Owner of Fairview Orphanage where Anne is sent

Katie Morris: “Window”, or imaginary friend of Anne

Marilla: Adopted aunt of Anne at Green Gables

Matthew: Brother of Marilla ? adopted uncle of Anne at Green Gables

Mrs. Spencer: Owner of Asylum on Prince Edward Island where Anne was sent

Mrs. Bluet: Wants to adopt Anne

Gilbert Blythe: Boy student in Anne’s school. Very bright and ties with Anne for first.

John Barry: Neighbour, helps Anne when she twists ankle.

Diana: Friend of Anne’s (“bosom friend”) Her name is Diana Barry.

Mr. Phillips: Teacher at Anne’s school before he must leave.

Chriss Andrews: Older student in school over whom Mr. Phillips “moons”

Jerry Brook: Helper on Green Gables farm

Mrs. Lynde: Neighbor (gossip) and friend of Marilla’s. Her name is Rachel Lind

Cuthbert: Family name of Marilla and Matthew

Anne Shirley: Anne’s full name

Reverend Allen: Church minister

Mrs. Allen: Reverend Allen’s wife

Miss M. Stanley: New teacher at Anne’s school

Martha, Elizabeth, Mrs. Cooper: Typical names on Prince Edward Island

Aunt Josephine: Diana’s Aunt. She’s rich. Lives in Charlottetown, capitol of P.E.I. They call her Aunt Joe

Madame Selitzky: Opera singer?

Moody: Friend of Gilbert’s

Elaine: Lily maid from a Tennyson novel

Jane, Diana, Ruby: Friends of Anne (they all go to Queen’s College)

Mr. Bythe: Gilbert Blythe’s father

Laura Spencer: Poetry recital competitor

The Higwayman: A poem Anne recites at a concert “White Sands concert”

Mrs. Emilia Evans: Recited “The Wreck of the Hesperus”, a poem. for Charlottetown Hospital benefit

Mr. Sadler: Wants to buy acreage on Green Gables farm. A farmer who wants Green Gables

ANNE OF GREEN GABLES

TAPE ONE

Opening scene Anne is reading from a poem called “The Lady of Shalott”, the following

(Refer to poem for verses)

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Through the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

Flowing down to Camelot.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers,

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.

And by the moon the reaper weary,

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers, “ ‘Tis the fairy

The Lady of Shalott”

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she

The Lady of Shalott.

HAMMOND HOME

Mrs Hammond: Anne!

Anne: Coming Mrs. Hammond

Mrs. Hammond: Anne, Anne Shirley. Get in here this instant. All right, honey, go on, get get ! What took you, sloppy girl, so long, sorry girl?. You’re taking food out of my babies mouths

Anne: Sorry Mrs. Hammond. I’ve been rushing along. This is quite heavy. That will be my share so there won’t be any less for the children.

Mrs. Hammond: Well just take thema nd clean them up. Well if you’d pay more attention to your chores instead of pouring over them poor books of yours.

Anne: Please, I won’t do it again. I was just so thrilled I couldn’t put it down.

Mrs. Hammond. You darn well won’t do it again. If I catch you reading anymore of them books of yours while you’re supposed to be looking after my youngings, they’ll feed the fire too Missy. Finish changing Megan and Peter. Mr Hammond and the men have been waiting well nigh an hour for their lunch while you’ve been doddling.

Anne: I enjoy babies in moderation Mrs. Hammond, but twins three times in succession is too much.

Mrs. Hammond: What?

Anne: I couldn’t live here if I hadn’t any imagination.

Mrs. Hammond: I’ll take none of your cheek Anne Shirley. Believe you me, you’ll be out on your backside if I get another word out of you. Oh get going to the Mill before Mr. Hammond takes a whipping to you. Get! Eat!

HAMMOND MILL

Mr. Hammond: Not those God darned planks!

Man 2: What’s the matter?

Mr. Hammond: Not that junk! Stop it you idiot.

Man 3: Cut it out!

Man 3 Down here!

Anne: What happened Tom?

Man 3: He’s been in a temper over lunch. Screaming and swearing. You know how he gets. He wouldn’t stop.

Anne: Someone take the wagon and go for the doctor.

Man 3: He won’t be needing no doctor.

MRS HAMMOND’S HOME

Anne: Katie? I know you’ll understand, but I hadn’t all but lost myself in the beauty of the day, the only beauty which is vouchsafed me. poor Mr. Hammond might still be with us.

Woman: There, there, Mora. He led a good life. You have to think about yourself and your younguns now. Sell the Mill and come and live with me. And what about the girl? She’s an home child isn’t she?

Mrs. Hammond: Yah

Woman: She’ll have to go back to the orphanage.

Anne: Mrs. Hammond. You must know how much I want to be of help to you in your time of trial. I consider it a burden I must bear.

Mrs. Hammond: I was daft when I took you in. It’s all you’re doing. Nothing but yours.

Anne: I blame myself entirely Mrs. Hammond. To have to wait an extra hour for lunch is a terrible burden on any man and I shall never overcome my grief, but going back to an orphanage would be more than I could bear. I beg of you Mrs. Hammond. Please let me stay with you.

Woman: Orphan children are all the same. Trash.

Mrs. Hammond: Trash. That’s right Anne Shirley. Poor miserable trash that don’t deserve no better.

FAIRVIEW ORPHANAGE

Woman: Mrs. Hammond Ma’am.

Mrs. Cadbury: Mrs. Hammond, I seemed to reply to your letter, just this morning. I’m afraid we cannot take the girl. We’re over crowded as it is.

Mrs. Hammond: But I’ve already had to divide my own sweet babies amongst my own relatives Ma’am. She ain’t my responsibility no more. You have to take her.

Mrs. Cadbury: Come here child. Tell me what you know about yourself?

Anne: Well, it really isn’t worth telling Mrs. Cadbury, but if you let me tell what I imagine about myself you’d find it a lot more interesting.

Mrs. Hammond: Oh ah, She was twelve last March Ma’am, born in Halifax. Both parents died of a fever when she was just three months. I took her in from a neighbor last year to help out with the younguns, but she’s been in and out of orphanages ever since she was a wee thing and she’s not too proud for here.

Mrs. Cadbury: And what were her parent’s names?

Anne: Walter and Bertha Shirley. Aren’t they lovely names? I’m proud they had such nice names. It would be such a disgrace to have a father called, well, Hezakaiya.

Mrs. Cadbury: It doesn’t matter what a person’s names is as long as they behave themselves.

Anne: Well, I don’t know. I read in a book once that “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”, but I was never able to believe it. A rose just couldn’t smell as sweet if it was a thistle or a skunk cabbage.

Mrs. Hammond: Ah, I don’t know where she picks up them fool ideas, but she’s a real bright little thing, ain’t she? (Hahaha) And she won’t be any trouble to you I can promise you that. Ha, well, this is a real Christian place you folks is running here, and I sure am grateful to ye for helping me out of this predicament.

Mrs. Cadbury: Now Mrs. Hammond, wait a minute? Mrs. Hammond, we can’t take her for at least another month! There are papers to be signed!

Mrs. Hammond: Lady, I’ve got a train to catch.

ORPHANAGE DORMITORY

Anne: Katie, I’m glad we have each other. It’s so difficult finding a kindred spirit these days.

Mrs. Cadbury: Anne Shirley, get undressed at once. Have you no respect for rules and regulations?

Anne: I’m sorry Mrs. Cadbury, but I wasn’t paying attention.

Mrs. Cadbury: You haven’t been paying attention for the last six months.

Anne: Oh, I know I’ll improve. It’s just that my life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes now. That’s a sentence I read once, and I say it over to myself in these times that try the soul.

Mrs. Cadbury: We’ve a request for two of our girls to live with families in Prince Edward Island. And I’ve decided that you will be one of them.

Anne: Oh, thank you Mrs. Cadbury. Thank you with all my heart.

Mrs. Cadbury: I wish to ward your rebelliousness, but for the good of discipline it seems I must. Perhaps this new family of yours can shatter this dream world that you live in. Now get into your night gown and get into bed.

BRIGHT RIVER TRAIN STATION

Station Master: Are you waiting for someone Miss?

Anne: I am thank you.

Station Master: Would you prefer to sit in the Ladies Waiting room?

Anne: No, I prefer to sit here. There’s so much more scope for the imagination. Thank you just th4e same.

Station Master: (Hahaha) As you like Miss. (Hahaha)

MRS LYNDE’S HOUSE

Mrs. Lynde: Thomas! Isn’t that Matthew Cuthbert driving that buggy?

Thomas: It appears to be.

Mrs. Lynde: He never goes to town this time of year. And he never wears a suit except in church.

Thomas: Maybe he’s going courting.

Mrs. Lynde: Don’t be so utterly ridiculous Thomas. He’s not going fast enough for a doctor. Ah oh, my afternoon is spoiled. I won’t have a moment’s peace until I know what that man is up to. Wearing a suit! Marilla is simply going to have to explain all this.

GREEN GABLES

Mrs. Lynde: Yoo Hoo, Marilla?

Marilla: Rachel, good morning. And how are all the Linds?

Mrs. Lynde: Oh, We are all right as rain Marilla, um, but I was kind of worried about you. I saw your brother drive by just now.

Marilla: Oh, I’m fine, just fine. Appreciate the concern though.

Mrs Lynde: But he was in his suit, and smoking his pipe!

Marilla: I don’t mind so long as he smokes his pipe in the great outdoors and not in my kitchen.

Mrs Lynde: He was in his suit.

Marilla: Aah, Yes, Rachel.

Mrs. Lynde: Well, Matthew never goes to town this time of year.

Marilla: Matthew wasn’t going to town.

Mrs Lind: Oh, don’t keep me in such suspense.

Marilla: He was going to Bright River. We’re getting a little boy from an Orphanage in Nova Scotia and he’s coming in on the afternoon train.

Mrs. Lynde: A boy! You can’t be serious! You don’t know anything about raising children. Whatever put such an idea into your head.

Marilla: Well, Matthew’s getting along in years. He’s not as spry as he once was and his heart bothers him greatly. Mrs. Spencer was up here before Christmas and said she was getting a little girl from the Hopeton Asylum in the spring. Matthew and I gave it good consideration. So, we sent word to her by her niece Roberta, to tell her to bring us a boy home, while she was at it.

Mrs. Lynde: Uh, I should be surprised at nothing, after this. Nothing.

Marilla: We told her to fix us up with ah, a little boy, eleven or twelve, old enough to do the chores, and young enough to be brought up properly.

Mrs. Lynde: You know I pride myself on speaking my mind and let me tell you, I think you’re doing a mighty risky thing. I wish you had consulted me first. It was just last week where I read in the paper about a couple who took a boy from an Orphan Asylum and he se fire to their house at night on purpose. Burned to a crisp in their beds.

Marilla: Well, I won’t say that I haven’t had my qualms, but Matthew was so terrible determined and it’s so seldom that he sets his mind on anything that I felt I had to give in.

Mrs. Lynde: And there was another case, six months ago over in New Brunswick where an Asylum child put strychnine in the well, and the entire family died in agony. Only it was a girl in that instance.

Marilla: Well, we are not getting a girl.

BRIGHT RIVER TRAIN STATION

Station Master: Oh, how dee do Matthew?

Matthew: Well Hello Angus, is the afternoon train due soon?

Angus: Oh, been and gone half an hour ago. There was a passenger dropped off for you. She’s a waiting for you on the platform.

Matthew: She?

Angus: Not to worry Matthew. I don’ think she bites.

Matthew: It’s a boy I’ve come for.

Angus: Oh, she won’t have any trouble explaining. She has a tongue of her own. HaHaHa.

Anne: I suppose you’re Mr. Matthew Cuthbert. My name is Anne Shirley. Anne spelled with an “e”. was beginning to be afraid that you weren’t coming for me today, so I made up my mind to climb up the big wild cherry tree and wait for you until morning. It would be lovely to sleep in a cherry tree, all silvery in the moonshine, don’t you think?

Matthew: Oh yes it would, I mean, No. Ah, there’s been a big mistake.

Anne: Oh no, there’s no mistake, not if you’re Mr. Matthew Cuthbert. You are Mr. Matthew Cuthbert aren’t you? Mrs. Spencer told me to wait right here for you and so I’ve done, most pleasantly I must say. Oh, this is beautiful country you have here Mr. Cuthbert.

Matthew: I’m sorry I was late.

Anne: Oh no, that’s fine. Thank you. It’s very light and thin, like me. I better hold on to my bag. If it isn’t carried in a certain way the handle falls off. I mastered the trick of it on my journey. It’s a very old carpet bag. Not the sort of luggage I imagine the Lady of Shalott would travel with, but hers would be suited to a horse drawn pavillon, and not a train.

ON THE ROAD TO GREEN GABLES

Anne: I’m very glad you’ve come. Even if it would have been nice to sleep in a wild cherry tree. We’ve got a long piece to drive yet, haven’t we? Oh, I’m glad, because I love driving. It seems so wonderful that I’m going to live with you and belong to you. I’ve never really belonged to anyone before. The Asylum was the worst place I’ve lived in yet. Mrs. Spencer says that it was wicked for me to talk like that, but I don’t mean to be wicked, it’s just so easy to be wicked without knowing it. Am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do and I can stop if I make my mind up to do it.

Matthew: Talk all you like. I don’t mind.

Anne: Oh I know you and I are going to get along just fine Mr. Cuthbert. I love this place already. I always heard that Prince Edward Island is the most beautiful place in Canada. I used to imagine I was living here. This is the first dream that dream that has ever come true for me. This has always been one of my dreams to live by the sea. These red roads are so peculiar. When we got into the train at Charlottetown, and the red roads began to flash past, I asked Mrs. Spencer what made them red and she said she didn’t know and for pity’s sake don’t ask her any more questions. Dreams do not become true, do they Mr. Cuthbert? Just now, I felt pretty nearly perfectly happy. I can’t feel exactly perfectly happy, because….what color would you call this?

Matthew: Red?

Anne: Red. That’s why I can’t ever be perfectly happy. I know I’m skinny and a little freckled, and my eyes are green and I can imagine I have a beautiful rose leaf complexion and lovely, starry, violet eyes, but I cannot imagine my red hair away. It will be my life long sorrow. I read of a girl in a novel once who was divinely beautiful. Have you ever imagined what it would be like to be divinely beautiful? Well, I have often. Which would you’d rather be, divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever, or angelically good?

Matthew: Well, I don’t know.

Anne: Neither do I. I know I’ll never be angelically good. Mrs. Spencer says that I talk so much that I … Mr. Cuthbert, Mr. Cuthbert, what is this place called?

Matthew: The Avenue. It’s pretty ain’t it?

Anne: Pretty doesn’t seem the right word to use. Beautiful either, don’t go far enough. It’s wonderful, wonderful. They shouldn’t call this wonderful place the Avenue. There’s no meaning in that. They should call it, “White Way to Light”. This is far more glorious than I ever could imagine.

Matthew: That’s Barry’s pond.

Anne: Oh no. This is the lake of shining waters. It’s a rightful name. Do things like this every give you a thrill Mr. Cuthbert?

Matthew: Digging out maggots in the potatoe bed.

Anne: Yes, I can see how that would be very thrilling.

Matthew: Whoe. Green Gables. Yonder.

Anne: I pinched myself so many times today to make sure that this was real. But it is real. And we’re nearly home.

Matthew: Giddy-up ( to the horse )

GREEN GABLES

Anne: Oh, I’m overwhelmed!

Marilla: Matthew Cuthbert, who is that?

Matthew: It’s a girl.

Marilla: I can see that. Where’s the boy?

Matthew: There weren’t any. Just her. I figured we just couldn’t leave her there, no matter what the mistake was.

Marillar: You figured? Well, this is a fine kettle of fish. This is what comes of sending Roberta instead of going ourselves Matthew.

Anne: You don’t want me? You don’t want me because I’m not a boy? Nobody ever did want me. I might have known this was all too beautiful to be true.

Marilla: Come come now, don’t cry. It’s not your fault.

Anne: This is just the most tragical thing that has ever happened to me.

Marilla: Well, what’s your name?

Anne: Will you please call me Cordelia?

Marilla: Call you Cordelia?

Anne: Don’t you think it’s a pretty name?

Marilla: Is that your name?

Anne: Oh no it’s not exactly my name, oh but I would love to be called Cordelia.

Marilla: I don’t understand what you mean?

Anne: Cordelia is a perfectly elegant name.

Marilla: What is your name child, and no more nonsense.

Anne: Anne Shirley. Plain, old, unromantic Anne Shirley.

Marilla: Anne Shirley is a fine sensible name and hardly one to be ashamed of.

Anne: I’m not ashamed, but if you’re going to call me Anne, will you please be sure to spell it with an “e”.

Marilla: What difference does it make how its is spelled?

Anne: A lot of difference! Print “Ann” and it looks absolutely dreadful, but “Anne” with an “e” is quite distinguished. So if you only call me Anne with an “e”, I’ll try to reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia.

Marilla: Very well then Anne. How is that you happen to be brought and not a boy?

Anne: If I were very beautiful and had nut brown hair, would you keep me?

Marilla: We have absolutely no use for a girl. Well, don’t stand there gaping. Come along, bring your bag now that you’re here. I suppose we will have to put you somewhere tonight. Take off your hat. You must be hungry.

Anne: I can’t eat. I can never eat when I’m in the depths of despair.

MAQRILLA: The depths of despair?

Anne: Can you live when you’re that way?

Marilla: I have never been that way.

Anne: Can’t you even imagine you’re in the depths of despair?

Marilla: No, I cannot. To despair is to turn your back on God. This is your room for the night. Wash up and then come down for supper.

Anne: Yes Miss Cuthbert.

Marilla: I’m taking her straight over to that Spencer woman in the morning. This girl has to go straight back to the Asylum.

matthew: I suppose.

Marilla: You suppose? Don’t you know it?

Mathew: She’s a nice little thing Marilla. It seems a pity to send her back, she’s so set on staying.

Marilla: Matthew Cuthbert! I believe this girl has bewitched you. I can see as plain as plain you want to keep her.

Matthew: We could have a boy, and she could be company for you.

Marilla: I’m not suffering for company, particularly a girl who prattles on without stopping for breath. She’s no good for us. She has to go straight back where she came from.

Matthew: We might be of some good to her.

Marilla: Good night Anne with an “e”.

Anne: It’s difficult to say goodnight when it’s the worst night I have ever known.

Marilla: Good night just the same child.

Anne: Good night Miss Cuthbert.

Matthew. Met Jerry Brook from Creek when he was around. I told I’d guess I’d hire him on for the summer.

Marilla: Hurry up child.

Anne: I’m just fixing Green Gables in my memory. In years to come I’m going to look back on Green Gables as a beautiful dream that will always haunt me. Don’t you think it’s .

Marilla: You can think about it as we drive along.

Anne: I shall never forget your kindness Mr. Cuthbert.

MRS. SPENCER’S HOUSE

Mrs. Spencer: Marilla! Marilla dear! You’re the last person I ever expected to see today. I imagined you were getting Anne settled. How are you Anne?

Anne: As well as a victim of tragic circumstances could be Mrs. Spencer.

Marilla: There seems to be some queer mistake Sarah. We told Roberta, for you to get us a boy.

Mrs Spencer: Oh Marilla, you don’t say! Ah, well, Roberta distinctly said that you wanted a girl.

Marilla: I knew I should have gone myself.

Mrs Spencer: I’m dreadfully sorry Marilla.

Marilla: I suppose the Asylum will take the child back.

Mrs Spencer: Well, as a matter of fact, Mrs. Bluet was up here yesterday asking me if I could get her a little girl. She has such a large family you know, ten children and another one on the way, she’s simply beside herself for help.

Anne: Excuse me Mrs. Spencer? Would there happen to be any twins among them?

Mrs Spencer: Oh, oh, she two sets of twins. How did you know child?

Anne: Twins seem to be my lot in life.

Mrs Spencer: Anne will be just the girl.

Mrs. Bluet: Mrs Spencer?

Mrs. Spencer: Oh look. There’s Mrs. Bluet this blessed minute. Call this positively providential. Hello Mrs. Bluet. Mrs Bluet, Anne Shirley. Just the thing for you.

Mrs. Bluet: Miss. Cuthbert.

Marilla: Mrs. Bluet

Mrs. Bluet: How old are you girl?

Anne: Thirteen.

Mrs. Bluet: Ain’t much to ya. But you’re wiry. And I don’t know but the wiry ones can work the hardest. I’ll expect you to earn your keep, no mistaking that and I want you to act smart and be respectful. All right, I’ll take her. My twins have been awful fractious these days and I’m terrible worn out.

Marilla: Well now I don’t know. I feel I oughtn’t make a decision until I speak to Matthew. I’ll just take her home again and talk to him. Good afternoon ladies.

Anne: Miss Cuthbert, did you really say it or did I just imagine it.

Marilla: I haven’t said anything yet young lady except I want to speak to Matthew. Sending you back to the Orphanage is one thing, handing you over to the likes of Matilda Bluet is another.

Anne: I’d rather go back to the Asylum than live with her. Two sets of twins, ughh. Besides, she looks exactly like a gimlet.

Marilla: You should be ashamed of yourself speaking of a stranger that way. Hold your tongue and don’t criticize your elders.

Anne: I’ll try and do anything and be anything you want if you’ll only keep me Miss Cuthbert.

FARM BARN

Marilla: Well, aren’t you going to say anything Matthew? I wouldn’t give a dog I liked to that Bluet woman. It makes no sense to keep her. But if we did keep her, I’d expect you not to interfere with my methods. An old maid like me might not know much about raising a child, but I know a darn sight more than a bachelor like you. Oh, she could talk a hind leg off a mule, that’s certain. I don’t know, wouldn’t that be a change around here.

ANNE’S BEDROOM

Marilla: Have you said your prayers?

Anne: I never say any prayers.

Marilla: What do you mean? Haven’t you been taught to say your prayers?

Anne: Mrs. Hammond told me God made my hair red on purpose and I haven’t cared for Him since.

Marilla: Well, while you’re under my roof you will say your prayers.

Anne: Why of course, if you want me to. How does one do it?

Marilla: Well, you kneel beside the bed.

Anne: That’s the part, I never really could understand. Why must people kneel down to pray. If I really wanted to pray, I would go out into a great b ig field, all alone. I’d look up into the sky, and imagine it was the dome of a great cathedral, oh and then, I’d close my eyes and just feel the prayer. What am I to say?

Marilla: Well I.. I think you are old enough to think of your own prayer, you, thank God for His blessings, and then humbly ask him for the things you want.

Anne: I’ll do my best. Dear, gracious, heavenly Father. I thank you for everything. As with things I especially want, so numerous it would take a great deal of time to mention them all, so I’ll just mention the two most important. Please, let me stay at Green Gables. Please make me beautiful when I grow up. I remain yours respectfully, Anne Shirley, with an “e”. Did I do all right?

Marilla: Yes, if you were addressing a business letter to a catalog store. Get into bed.

Anne: I should have said Amen, instead of “yours respectfully”. Do you think it will make any difference?

Marilla: I expect God will overlook it this time. Goodnight.

Anne: Goodnight Miss Cuthbert.

Marilla: That girl is next door to a perfect heathen.

KITCHEN

Anne: Good morning Miss Cuthbert. Where’s Matthew?

Marilla: He had his breakfast hours ago. He’s been in the fields ever since. Why?

Anne: I see I have to be up before the break of day if I am to say good morning to Matthew. That is if..

Marilla: If what?

Anne: Please Miss Cuthbert, tell me if you are going to send me back. I made up my mind to be patient but I just can’t bear it any longer.

Marilla: Well, you’ll just have to bear it because I simply don’t know. I thought maybe we’d put it on trial for a while, for all our sakes. Would that suit you?

Anne: If you think it’s necessary Miss Cuthbert.

Marilla: I do. You may not be happy with two old grumps like us.

Anne: I know I would be. I’d be happier than even I can imagine at this present moment.

Marilla: Here. While you’re eating your breakfast, I want you to learn that. You need a little religion in your life as bad as you need fattening up.

Anne: “Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” That is just like a line of music. I’m glad you thought of making me learn this Miss Cuthbert.

Marilla: Well learn it then and hold your tongue.

Anne: Yes Ma’am.

Marilla: Oh, good Lord, here come Rachel Lynde. Anne, take that card into the parlor, and you come back here on your best behavior. I don’t want her knowing you’re a heathen.

Mrs. Lynde: Good morning Marilla.

Marilla: Come in Rachel.

Rachel: I’m shocked at this horrendous mistake I’ve heard about.

Marilla: I’ve gotten over the shock myself.

Rachel: Couldn’t you send her back?

Marilla: Well, we’re still considering on it.

Rachel: Considering on it? What is there to consider? I mean a boy would have been bad enough but…

Marilla: This is a friend and neighbor of mine, Mrs Rachel Lynde, Anne Shirley.

Anne: How do you do Mrs. Lynde?

Rachel: Well her looks are certainly nothing to consider. I mean she’s terribly skinny and homely Marilla. Come over here child. Lord how awful, her hair is as red as carrots.

Anne: How dare you say I’m skinny and .. CARROTS, wha, you’re a rude, impolite, unfeeling woman, and I HATE you!

Marilla: Anne Shirley?

Anne: How would you like to have nasty things said about you? How would you like to be told, you’re fat and ugly, and a sour old gossip.

Marilla: Anne Shirley! Anne Shirley you come back at once and apologize!

Rachel: Mark my words Marilla. That’s the kind that put strychnine in the well.

Marilla: You shouldn’t have kidded her about her looks.

Rachel: Marilla Cuthbert!

Marilla: I’m not making excuses for her. Perhaps she was never taught what was right, but you were too hard on her Rachel.

Rachel: I see I will have to be careful what I say from now on. I’m not vexed Marilla. I’m too sorry for you to leave any room for anger in my mind. It’s obvious to me that the good sense I admire in you left you when that child walked in your door.. Goodbye Marilla: Come down and see me when you can, but don’t expect to see me here again if I am to be treated in such a fashion.

Marilla: Goodbye Rachel.

GARDEN OF GREEN GABLES

Marilla: When I said “trial” I had no idea you’d take me literally. Of all the people you would pick on Rachel Lynde.

Anne: She hadn’t any right to say what she did.

Marilla: Rachel Lynde is too outspoken. But she is your elder, a stranger, and my guest, not to mention my friend. All of them very good reasons for you to have bit your tongue. She deserves an apology. You will go to her and will give it.

Anne: I can never do that. You can punish me anyway you like. You can lock me up in a dark dungeon inhabited by snakes and toads and feed me on bread and water, I won’t complain, but I cannot ask Mrs. Lynde to forgive me.

Marilla: If you expect to remain under my rood, you will apologize to Mrs. Lynde.

Anne: Then you’ll have to send me back.

Matthew: Rachel Lynde deserves what she gets.

Marilla: Matthew Cuthbert, don’t form opinions for me. Next you’ll be saying she oughtn’t have to be punished at all.

ANNE’S BEDROOM

Matthew; I haven’t been upstairs in this house in four years. I guess you‘re leaving then, huh?

Anne: Oh Matthew, I’d rather die than apologize to Mrs. Lynde. It’s so humiliating.

Matthew: Well, Marilla’s a terrible determined woman. You don’t have to be exactly sorry you know, just be sort of sorry.

Anne: I’m not sorry at all.

Matthew: I hear Mrs. Bluet’s an awful work horse and it will be terrible lonesome around here without ya. Couldn’t you just kind of smooth it over.

Anne: You really don’t want me to go do you? Why, I’d do anything for you Matthew, if you really wanted me to.

Matthew: Of course I do.

Anne: We can’t let Mrs. Lynde be the cause of our parting. I don’t have to be really sorry. I just have to remove the disgrace I brought upon Marilla’s good name.

Matthew: Don’t tell Marilla that I said anything. She’ll say I’m interfering.

Anne: Wild horses couldn’t drag it from me.

KITCHEN

Anne: Miss Cuthbert?

Marilla: What is it?

Anne: I’m sorry I lost my temper and said those rude things and I’m willing to go and tell Mrs. Lynde so.

Marilla: I think that’s a wise decision. I’ll take you over first thing. Now get up to bed and don’t forget to say your prayers.

Anne: Yes, Ma’am.

BEDROOM

Marilla: Hurry-up Anne. What are you muttering about?
Anne: I was just imagining out what I must say to Mrs. Lynde. Oh Miss Cuthbert, you look so elegant.

Marilla: You don’t make an important visit in kitchen clothes.

Anne: I think amethysts are lovely. That’s what I used to imagine diamonds are like, and then I saw real diamonds.

Marilla: Oh, for good ness sake child , bite your tongue and come along.

RACHEL LYNDE’S

Marilla: Good morning Rachel. Anne has something to say to you.

Anne: Mrs. Lynde, I’m extremely sorry I behaved so terribly. I’ve disgraced my good friends who’ve let me stay at Green Gables on trial, even though I’m not a boy. I am wicked and ungrateful, and I deserve to be cast out forever. What you said was true. I am skinny and ugly and my hair is red. What I said about you is true too, only I shouldn’t have said it. Please Mrs. Lynde, forgive me. You wouldn’t be so cruel as to inflict a life long sorrow on a poor orphan. Please, please forgive me.

Marilla: There, there child, of course I forgive you. I guess I was a bit hard. But you mustn’t mind me. I’m known throughout these parts a s a woman who speaks her mind. And don’t worry about your hair. I knew once, a girl who had hair every bit as red as yours but when she grew up it darkened into a real handsome auburn.

Anne: You have given me hope Mrs. Lynde. I shall always think of you as a benefactress.

Rachel: Marilla, what this child needs is discipline and a proper education. The Sunday School picnic is scheduled this week for Barry’s field. I want you to take Anne so she can meet some civilized children her own age. Her tongue appears to be hinged in the middle but she turned out to be all right.

Marilla: I’m sure you’re right Rachel.

Rachel: And trial or no trial, you ought to put the girl into school.

Marilla: Putting you in school doesn’t mean a decision. It’s just as easy to take you out as put you in.

Anne: I understand Miss Cuthbert, but it does give a person reason to hope.

Marilla: I’ve seen some shocking behavior from you Anne Shirley, and it does give a person reason to doubt. Do you understand?

Anne: My temper will never get the better of me again, even though I am red haired.

Marilla: I hope not. Good behavior in the first place is better than theatrical apologies afterwards.

Anne: Since I had to do it, I thought I may as well do it thoroughly.

Marilla: Oh, save your thoroughness for prayer. And the praying that counts is the praying that is sincere. God does not want you for a fair weather friend.

Anne: The only real friend I had was Katie Morris, and she was only my window friend.

Marilla: Window friend?
Anne: I discovered her in the window of Mrs. Thomas’s bookcase. It was the only window that hadn’t been smashed by her intoxicated husband. I lived with them before the Hammonds. I use to wish I knew the spell to step through the glass to Katie’s world, which was so beautiful.

Marilla: I don’t think you should have window friend’s anymore.

Anne My greatest wish, apart from staying at Green Gables, would be to have a bosom friend.

Marilla: What kind of friend?

Anne: A bosom friend, a really kindred spirit. I dreamed of meeting her all my life.

Marilla: Diana Barry lives over there on Orchard Slope. She’s about your age. Her parents are sponsoring the picnic next Sunday, and you can meet her.

Anne: Diana of the Lake of Shining Waters.

Marilla: For Mercies sake child. You’re such a harp on too much on silly names.

Anne What should I call you? May I call you Aunt Marilla?

Marilla; No. You can call me just plain Marilla. I don’t believe in calling people names that are not their own.

Anne: But you could imagine you were my Aunt?

Marilla: No. I could not.

Anne: Don’t you ever imagine things differently from what they are?

Marilla: No.

Anne: Oh Marilla, how much you miss.

DRESSING ROOM

Marilla: How do you like them?

Anne: I can imagine I like them.

Marilla: What’s the matter with them?

Anne: They’re, they’re not very pretty.

Marilla: I’m not going to pamper your vanity. Good and sensible dresses. This is for Sunday and the others you can wear to school.

Anne: I am grateful, but I’d be even more grateful if you make this one with puffed sleeves.

Marilla: I cannot waste material on ridiculous looking frills and . Plain and sensible is best.

Anne: I’ve always dreamed of going to a picnic in puffed sleeves. I’d rather look ridiculous with everyone else than plain and simple all by myself.

Marilla: Trust you for that. Have you seen my amethyst broach?

Anne: Yes.

Marilla: Did you touch it?

Anne: I pinned it on yesterday, but just to see what it looked like.

Marilla: You had no business to meddle with my broach. Where did you put it?

Anne: Back on the pin cushion. Honestly Marilla, I didn’t mean to meddle and I promise I’ll never do it again. That’s one god thing about me, I never do the same wrong thing twice.

Marilla: The broach is gone and you were the last one to handle it. Did you take it out, and lose it?
Anne: No, I didn’t.

Marilla: Anne Shirley, you are telling me a falsehood. Go to your room. And you will stay in your room until you confess, even if it takes a month of Sundays.

Anne: If you let me out for the picnic, I’ll stay in my room for as long as you like. I just have to go to the picnic.

Marilla: You are not going to the picnic or anywhere else until you tell me the truth.

Anne: But if I don’t go to the picnic, how will I ever make a bosom friend, or any friend at all?

Marilla: That broach meant a great deal to me, more than any picnic. Now you go to your room.

Marilla: I’ve looked in every crack and cranny. You might as well face it Matthew. She’s taken that broach and lied about it. I feel worse about that than the broach.

Matthew: Are you sure it didn’t fall behind the bureau?

Marilla: I moved the bureau, I even checked the cracks in the floor. I know how you feel Matthew and in my heart I was prepared to let you have your way but now I realize I was right not to be too hasty. We can’t keep a liar and a thief Matthew and you know it.

BEDROOM

Anne: Marilla, I’m ready to confess.

Marilla: What have you to say for yourself.

Anne: I took the broach because I was just too overcome irresistable temptation. I was imagining I was Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald. I just had to wear the broach over the footbridge of shining waters, with the wind blowing my auburn hair over to Camelot. I thought I could put it back before you came home, but as I leaned over to look at my reflection in the lake, it slipped from my fingers and sank beneath the rippling waves. It’s the best I can do at confessing. Now may I go to the picnic.

Marilla:

Anne: I realize the importance of the broach Marilla. Was it a keepsake from a tragic romance? You did say I could go it I confessed.

Marilla: What you can do is pack your bags, and start imagining your life with Mrs. Bluet.

DOWNSTAIRS

Marilla: Rachel Lynde is right. I can’t imagine how I let that child run away into my affections. I’m furious at myself for having let this happen.

Matthew: Marilla!

BEDROOM

Marilla: Whatever made you say that you took it and lost it.

Anne: You said you’d keep me in my room until I confessed. I just thought up a good confession and made it as interesting as I could.

Marilla: But it was still a lie.

Anne: You wouldn’t believe the truth.

Marilla: You do beat all child, but, I’ll forgive you, if you’ll forgive me. Now, you get dressed for service.

SUNDAY PICNIC

Mr. Barry: Hello, Miss Cuthbert.

Marilla: Good afternoon Mr. Barry. I’d like you to meet Anne Shirley.

Mr. Barry: Hello.

Anne: How do you do Mr. Barry?

Mr. Barry: You should meet my daughter Diana, she’s over there in the garden. Matthew!

Marilla: For pity’s sake calm down Anne and don’t make any of your startling speeches. Goodness knows what Rachel has told them already about you.

Anne: You’d be excited too if you were going to eat ice cream for the first time in your life.

Rachel: Ah Marilla. Anne.

Marilla: Rachel, Rev. Allen, Mrs. Allen

Rachel: This is the orphan girl that the Cuthbert’s are looking after. Anne Shirley, this is the Reverend and Mrs. Allen.

Mrs. Allen: How are you all.

Anne: Well in body, but considerably rumpled in spirit thank you. There wasn’t anything shocking in that was there Marilla?

Mrs. Allen: We must try our best to relieve your jitters. Won’t you Anne please join us for tea Miss Cuthbert.

Marilla: I’ve been counting on you coming to Green Gables, now that you’ve moved into the manor.

Rev. Allen: I’ve given Ellsbeth tremendous reports about your home baking and your red current wine Miss Cuthbert. She’s anxious to learn your secrets.

Mrs. Barry: I’m so pleased you could come. This must be Anne we’ve heard so much about. This is my Diana. Perhaps Anne would like some ice cream and lemon aid Diana?

Mrs. Allen: I think she’s enchanting.

Mrs. Barry: Will you keep her then Marilla?

Marilla: Well if she can avoid catastrophe for two days in a row I’d have a chance to make up my mind.

Anne: Marilla has given me strict instructions not to talk your head off. I have a habit of chattering on so. Why, if I could imagine myself as a bird, a magpie would be the closest thing I’d resemble. Ah Diana, I’ve always dreamed of being in a three legged race at a picnic. Would you do me the honor of being my partner?

Diana: But there aren’t any other girls in it?

Anne: You’re a sturdy looking girl, and I’m fast. I know we’d stand a good chance.

Diana: I guess so.

Anne: Come on.

THREE LEGGED RACE

Gilbert: Hey Diana, who’s your friend?

Diana: Anne Shirley.

Mr. Barry: On your marks, get set (bang).

Mr. Barry: I never expected a daughter of mine to out run the boys. I’m very proud of you Diana.

POND AND BOATS

Anne: I think we’re heroic winners Diana.

Diana: I think it’s a shame that Gilbert had to loose on account of Moody? Don’t you think Gilbert’s handsome?

Anne: He is handsome, but I think your Gilbert is awful bold to wink at a strange girl.

Diana: I wish he’d wink at me. He’s sixteen but he’s in our class. His father’s been ill and he’s been away for two years.

Anne: Good! I mean, I don’t want to be the only one who’s behind in school.

Diana: That’s Mr. Philips our school teacher. He’s dead gone on Chrissy Andrews. And Chrissy thinks she Queen bee just because she’s studying her entrance exam to Queen’s. He moons on her something terrible. That’s Josie Pie, and she moons over Gilbert. Haha, Josie’s always one for attention. I hope she nearly drowns.

Anne: I wish it had been me. It’s such a romantic experience nearly to drown.

Diana: I heard before you were kind of a strange girl Anne Shirley, but I have a feeling we’re going to get along really well.

SCHOOL

Mr. Phillips: What is your name?

Anne: Anne Shirley. Anne spelled with an “e”.

Mr. Philips: We pride ourselves on our scholastic record. And we hope you will strive to meet our standards.

Anne: I’m sure I will Mr. Philips. I’ve taught children younger than myself to read before, and both my parents were teachers. I’m positive we’ll have a lot in common.

Mr. Philips: You’ll share a seat with Diana Barry.

Anne: Oh think you Mr. Philips. Diana Barry is my bosom friend. Please take your seat and read your lesson.

Mr. Phillips: I must work with my Queen’s students now. Hmm. All right class. Take out your notebooks and memorize the dictation from yesterday.

Gilbert: Hey Carrot! Carrot!

Anne: How dare you!!

Mr. Philips: Anne Shirley! What is the meaning of this?

Gilbert: It was my fault Sir. I was teasing her.

Mr. Philips: Stand at the blackboard for the rest of the day. I will not tolerate this kind of vindictive temperment in my class. “Anne Shirley has a very bad temper”. And she will learn to control it. Write this one hundred times before leaving today.

Gilbert: Anne. Wait. I’m sorry for teasing you about your hair. Don’t be mad at me for keeps.

Diana: Oh Anne, how could you? Gilbert always makes fun of the girls. He calls girls “crowhead” all the time but I never heard him apologize before.

Anne: There’s a world of difference between being called “crowhead” and “carrots”. I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe. Iron has entered my soul Diana. My mind is made up. Red hair is a curse.

BEDROOM

Marilla: Anne Shirley, I’ve heard all about it. Now you open your door at once.

Anne: Please go away Marilla. I’m in the depths of despair.

Marilla: Oh fiddle sticks. Now you open this door at once. Are you sick?

Anne: Go away. Don’t look at me.

Marilla: Don’t play innocent with me. I’m so ashamed I don’t know where to begin. What do you mean by breaking your slate over some boy’s head?

Anne: He called me “Carrots”.

Marilla: I don’t care what he called you. You have no reason to lose your temper. Anne Shirley, what have you done to your hair?

Anne: Marilla, I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. Green is ten times worse. You don’t know how utterly wretched I am.

Marilla: I don’t know how you got into this fix but I demand that you tell me.

Anne: I dyed it.

Marilla: You dyed it. For Mercies sake child.

Anne: They positively assured me it would turn my hair blue or even black (bluish black)

Marilla: Who did? Who are you talking about?

Anne: The peddler we met on the road today.

Marilla: I absolutely forbid you to…oh, what’s the use. Well I hope that this has opened your eyes to see where your vanity has taken you.

Anne: What shall I do? I’ll never be able to live this down. I can’t face him again. Gilbert Blythe had no right to call me “Carrots”.

Marilla: You really smashed your slate over that boy’s head?

Anne: Yes.

Marilla: Hard.

Anne: Very hard, I’m afraid.

Marilla: I know I should be angry. I should be furious. What a way to behave your first day at school. But if you promise me nothing of this sort will happen again, I won’t say another word about it.

Anne: You’re not going to send me back?

Marilla: I’ve come to a decision. The trial is over. You will stay at Green Gables.

Anne: Marilla:

Marilla: I think you may be a kindred spirit after all.

KITCHEN

Anne: I shall never ever look at myself again

Matthew: Well, you’re our girl now and the prettiest woman this side of Halifax.

Marilla: All right now, stop this nonsense.

OUTDOOR SCENE

Anne: Some girls in books lose their hair in fevers or sell it for money for some good deed. I’m sure I wouldn’t have minded losing my hair like that. There’s nothing comforting in having your hair cut off because you’ve dyed it.

Diana: This is the very last of the Queen Anne’s lace for the summer. Don’t worry about your hair. No one even notices it anymore.

Anne: Every time I look at myself I do penance for seeing how ugly I am.

BEDROOM WINDOW

Anne: Meet at…?

Anne: Diana. Aren’t you supposed to be studying?

Diana: I know but I had to talk to you right away. That’s why I used the white flags.

Anne: Well?

Diana: Just let me catch my breath. Mother thought I was upstairs studying, but I was in the pantry getting some cookies and I overheard her talking with Mrs. Blair. They were talking about what happened with you and Gilbert Blythe and mother says you have a disposition just like Marilla’s. She said something about Marilla having been betrayed once many years ago. But because of a quarrel, she never married, and she’s had to live with her brother ever since.

Anne: So that’s it.

Diana: What?

Anne: Poor Marilla’s been thwarted in love. It must have been a supremely tragic romance. Did they say anything else?

Diana: No, but I’ll keep my ears open. I have to go now, mother doesn’t know AI’m gone.

Anne: Good luck on the exam tomorrow.

Diana: You too. I hope you stand first.

Anne: I’m indebted to you for life.

SCHOOL

Mr. Phillips: All right class. Time’s up. Place your pencils beside your papers. I’ll collect your papers once everyone has left. However, before everyone leaves for lunch, I would like to announce the mathematics half term results. The three best standings are as follows. First, Gilbert Blythe, second, Anne Shirley, third, Prissy Andrews. I think Miss Andrews has shown excellent progress, under my tutelage, Class dismissed.

Diana: He was only smiling to congratulate you Anne.

Anne: I think he was trying to rub it in.

ON THE ROAD HOME

Diana: let’s take a short cut through the pasture Anne and be late.

Anne: Don’t be afraid of the bullies Diana. We’ll be completely civilized and take the road. I have no intention of arriving out of breath for our examination.

Diana: But…

Anne: You bully, you ought to be horse whipped!

Mr. Saddler: This will be the last time I catch you little troublemakers, in my pasture. These fields are not a free for all. You frighten my cattle to death and they won’t be milked.

Anne: I’ve never even set a toe nail on your pasture before Mr. Saddler. I was really attempting to avenge my bosom friend Diana from being tortured. Your cattle are such mournful looking creatures, you can’t know how awfully wretched I feel to have you think I’d frighten them.

Mr. Saddler: You’ll feel wretched all right Missy, if I ever catch any of you on my land again. Now hop to it, before I tan your backside. I intend to put a stop to this, once and for all.

SCHOOL

Mr. Saddler: I don’t know what education on this island is coming to Phillips. You are the worst teacher this school has ever had. The order you keep is scandalous. You’re not worth half of what they pay you. And I know for a fact that you would have never have got this post if your uncle hadn’t been a Trustee. I suggest, if you value your job at all, you discipline your students a little better and keep them out of trouble and out of my fields.

Phillips: But Sir…

Mr. Saddler: Good day to you.

Phillips: Since you seem to be so fond of the boy’s company, we shall indulge your taste for it this afternoon. Take your seat over there, next to Gilbert Blythe.

Phillips: Did you hear what I said?

Anne: Yes Sir, but I didn’t suppose you really meant it.

Mr. Phillips: I assure you I did. Obey me at once.

Mr. Phillips: All right. Let’s begin the spelling bee. Miss Andrews, could you give us the spelling of the word “chrysanthemum”?

Miss Andrews: C,H,I, no R, I, S, um, A, N, S, M, U, M

Mr. Phillips: Perhaps we’ll turn our attention to your spelling now that your mathematics is well in hand. Ha. Gilbert. Chrysanthemum?

Gilbert: Chrysanthemum. C H R Y S A N T H A M U M

Mr. Phillips. Hmmm. Anne?

Anne: Chrysanthemum. C H R Y S A N T H E M U M

Mr. Phillips: Correct.

OUTSIDE SCHOOL

Josie Pie: Hey Anne, how do you spell freckles?

Anne: Hey Josie, how do you spell ugly?

Gilbert: Congratulations on the spelling test Anne. Oh, well, at least you’re acknowledging me now. That’s an improvement.

Anne: It’s impolite to pass a person without at least nodding and so I nod out of elementary good breeding, nothing more.

Gilbert: On, why don’t you get off your high horse?

Anne: Thank you for your heart felt congratulations Mr. Blythe, but allow me to inform you that next time, I shall be first in every subject.

Diana: Anne, you’ve got more nerve than a fox in a hen house.

Anne; I don’t see any need in being civil to someone who chooses to associate with the likes of Josie Pie.

Diana: You’re just jealous.

Anne: I am not. Take that back Diana Barry.

Diana: She’s jealous of you. Gilbert told Charley Sloan that you’re the smartest girl in school, right in front of Josie.

Anne: He did?

Diana: He told Charley that being smart was better than being good looking.

Anne: I might have known he meant to insult me.

Diana: No he didn’t.

Anne: It isn’t better. I’d much rather be pretty than smart, but at least I don’t have to cheat like Josie does.

Diana: She doesn’t have to cheat, she just does it because she’s a Pie.

BEACH

Diana: Hey Anne, wait, wait.

Anne: Hurry up Diana.

SCHOOL

Mr. Phillips: First I’m pleased to announce that Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe have tied for first place honors in the term finals. And now, the sad news. I’m leaving Avonlea. I shall not be with you in the fall to guide your progress to greater heights of scholastic achievement. Let us not have tears. Partings are a natural part of life. To ease the pain of this news, I have glad tidings. We shall adjourn early this afternoon and make our way to the Spurgeon farm, where Moody’s parents have consented to host a celebration in honor of my departure.

Moody: Nobody told me.

SPURGEON FARM

Mr. Phillips: Goodbye.

Diana: Father told mother tat Mr. Saddler was going to get rid of Mr. Phillips, no matter what and apparently the Trustees are forcing him to leave because of Prissy.

Anne: I can’t help feeling sorry for him, even though he did spell my name without an “e”.

Diana: I wouldn’t feel too sorry for him. He’s got a position as a private tutor over in Charlottetown.

Anne: I suppose some people consider it an accomplishment to walk a little picket fence Diana. I knew a girl in Marysville who could walk the ridge pole of a roof.

Josie: I don’t believe it. You sure couldn’t little Miss Bookworm.

Anne: Oh, couldn’t I?

Gilbert: Well, it’s a little risky don’t you think Anne?

Anne: Is it indeed Mr. Blythe?

Josie: I dare you. I dare you to walk the ridgepole of Moody’s kitchen roof.

Diana: Don’t do it Anne! Never mind her it’s not a fair dare.

Anne: I shall walk that ridgepole or perish.

Kids below: She’s going to fall!

Diana: Oh Anne! Oh Anne! Oh, you’re killed. Don’t you want me to tell them if you’re killed?

Anne: No, I think I’ve been rendered unconscious. Thank you Mr. Blyethe.

Kid: I think she sprained her ankle.

Gilbert: Anne, I’ve got a carriage. I can help you home.

Anne: That won’t be necessary. I’m quite capable of getting there on my own.

Gilbert: I’m going your way. Please let me give you a hand.

Anne: Thank you Mr. Blythe, but I’m going in the opposite direction. Come along Diana.

Kids: Boy, what a crazy thing to do.

Diana: Anne, you should have let him help you. You’re in no condition to walk home. Of course you would take the long route when you’ve sprained your ankle.

Anne: I wouldn’t think of giving Gilbert Blythe the satisfaction of helping me. Why don’t we cut through here? It’s a lot shorter.

Diana: But you told me this forest was haunted.

Anne: I don’t think it’s haunted in daylight.

Diana: But that doesn’t matter, it’s always dark in the forest.

Anne: Don’t be afraid Diana.

Diana: Oh Anne….What kind of ghosts would you say live in here?

Anne: I’m not sure there are any. I only imagined it was haunted because it seemd so romantic at the time.

Diana: What is it? Did you see a ghost?

Anne: My foot caught on something.

Diana: Charley Sloan says that he’s grandmother saw his grandfather driving the cows home last year.

Anne: So?

Diana: His grandfather died two years ago.

Anne: There was supposed to be a white lady, who walked along the river bank by Mr. Hammond’s Saw Mill, wringing her hands and wailing. We never actually saw her.

Diana: Oh Anne, don’t!

Anne: Perhaps she’s now accompanied by Mr. Hammond who’s looking for his lunch. I shouldn’t have said that. He may follow me here.

Diana: I’m scared

Anne: So am I, deliciously scared. Mrs. Hammond said she once felt the ghost of her murdered child creep up behind her and lay its’ icy fingers on her hand.

Diana: Charley’s grandmother is a very religious woman and I don’t think she would lie. Do you think there might be ghosts living in there?

Anne: It’s all right Diana….Stop it Diana! Help me out… I think I twisted my other ankle.

Diana: What are we going to do?

Anne: You mustn’t be afraid Diana. I’ll be all right here. Run home, find your father, and ask him if he’ll come back and get me.

Diana: If you get killed up by ghosts, I’d never forgive myself.

Anne: Be brave Diana. Go. I shall endure until your return, although I may be forced to faint if my imagination gets the better of me.

Diana: I could never be as brave as you are Anne. Goodbye.

GREEN GABLES

Marilla: What’s happened to her?

Mr. Barry: No fear Marilla, she’s all right.

Anne: Don’t be very frightened Marilla. I fell off the ridgepole on Moody Spurgeons then twisted my other ankle falling into an old well.

Marilla: I should have known you’d start the summer this way. Barely the last day of school.

Anne: Marilla, look at the bright sided. I might have broken my neck. And what would you have done if someone dared you to walk a ridgepole?

Marilla: I would have stayed on firm ground and let them dare away.

Mr. Barry: Oh, now Marilla, don’t be too hard on her. I think she’s been doing a pretty good job being hard on herself, especially considering that she took first place in the term results.

Anne: Tied for first.

Marilla: Tied for first place? Well done. Well, John Barry, it’s certain that she didn’t injure her tongue.

GREEN GABLES STAIRS AND MAIN HALL

Marilla: Don’t clutter up the house too much with outside things. Don’t we have enough flowers right outside our door.

Anne: I want the house to look flowery to impress Diana when she arrives for tea. May I use the rose bud spray tea set Marilla?

Marilla: No, the everyday set will due for your company. You many have the fruit cake and cherry preserves and there’s a bottle of raspberry cordial on the shelf in the kitchen. Now tell Matthew, that Mrs. Allen will take me back, but I’ll be late coming back from the Lady’s Aid Society, so you must see that Matthew and Jerry’s supper is laid out for them.

Diana: Good afternoon Miss Cuthbert.

Marilla: Good afternoon Diana. Now, Anne, I trust that you will be responsible for your guest.

Anne: I’ll be the perfect hostess.

Marilla: Have a lovely afternoon ladies.

Anne: Can I take your parasol? Let me!

Diana: So good of you to invite me to tea this afternoon.

Anne: Please come in and make yourself comfortable.

Diana: Why thank you.

PARLOUR SCENE

Anne: How is your mother?

Diana: Very well thank you. I saw Mr. Cuthbert hauling potatoes to the Lily Sands boat this afternoon.

Anne: Yes, our crop is quite good. We were fortunate to have hired Jerry Booth to help us with the harvest.

Diana: Have you picked any apples yet?

Anne: Ever so many. Marilla has been cooking and baking endlessly. We have enough pies and cakes and preserves to last us for years. Oh, it isn’t good manners to tell your guest what you’re serving so I won’t tell you what she said we could have to drink.

Diana: Oh, raspberry cordial right? Oh that’s my favorite.

Anne: You mean, you’ve had it before?

Diana: Lot’s of times, haven’t you?

Anne: I must admit, I have never tasted it. But you can have as much as you like. I have to stir up the fire. There are so many responsibilities on a person’s mind when they’re housekeeping.

Diana: Oh, it’s awfully nice Anne. It’s much better than Mrs. Lind’s. She brags about hers all the time.

Anne: I’m not surprised it’s better. Of course Marilla is a famous cook.

Diana: It doesn’t taste a bit like it.

Anne: She’s trying to teach me how to cook but I assure you Diana, I am a dismal failure. There’s no scope for the imagination in cookery. You simply have to go by the rules. Last time I made a cake, I forgot to put the flower in it. I was thinking about a lovely story about us Diana. I imagined you were desperately ill with small pox. When everyone deserted you, I went boldly to your bedside and nursed you back to life. But then I took small pox and died. And you planted a rose bush by my grave. You watered it with your tears. You never ever forgot the friend of your youth who sacrificed her life for yours. It was such a great story, I was crying so, that I forgot to put the flower in the cake. The cake was a dismal failure. The flower is so essential for cakes you know. It bubbled all over the inside of the stove. It was a mess. Marilla was furious. I don’t wonder, I’m such a trial to her.

Diana: I feel sick. Oh, I gotta go home.

Anne: But Diana, you haven’t eaten yet. A piece of cake and another glass of coridal will be just the thing. Have some? Diana, you can’t be sick! Wake up!

Diana: I’ve gotta go home.

Anne: No, lie down. Now tell me, where does it hurt?

Diana: I’m gonna go home. Oh, I’m awful dizzy.

Anne: It’s probably the small pock epidemic. Don’t worry Diana, I will never forsake you. I’ll nurse you back to health. Just please stay until after tea.

BARRY’S HOUSE

Mrs. Barry: Oh, What’s the matter Diana?

Diana: Burp!

Mrs. Lynde: She’s drunk!

Mrs. Barry: Anne Shirley! What did you give my Diana to drink?

Anne: Only raspberry cordial Mrs. Barry.

Mrs. Lynde: Cordial my foot, the girl smells like Jake Griffith’s distillery.

Mrs. Barry: Drunk? My daughter is drunk? And Mrs. Lynde the chairman of the Temperance Society. You are a wicked, wicked girl Anne Shirley. It was against my better judgement to let Diana associate with an orphan. I’ve been proven right. Diana will never see you again. Leave our property at once.

GREEN GABLES

Marilla: Drunk? What on earth did you give her?

Anne: Only raspberry cordial. She had three glasses of it but I din’t know it would set her drunk.

Marilla: You certainly have a genius for trouble. This is current wine! Can’t you tell the difference?

Anne: I’ve never tasted either.

Marilla: Stop crying. It isn’t your fault. I probably put the cordial in the cellar instead of the pantry. I’ll go over and explain.

BARRY’S HOME

Mrs. Barry: Marilla, I don’t believe a word of it. Anne Shirley is a conniving, manipulative child. And she’s pulled the wool over your eyes.

Mrs. Lynde: I’ve always warned you about making that current wine, Marilla. You said it wouldn’t have the least effect on anyone. Well, I ask you?

Marilla: It isn’t meant to be drunk three tumblers full at a time. And if I had a child who was so greedy, I’d sober her up with a darn good spanking.

Mrs. Barry: Uh, So, it’s my Diana’s fault is it?

Mrs. Lynde: It’s the demon liquor’s fault and as I’ve told you for years, if you didn’t insist on making that current wine…

Marilla: My current wine is famous all over the island Rachel Lynde, as you well know, and the Rev. Allen himself is not opposed to taking a bit when he comes calling. And as for Christian virtue, making a little wine for refreshment is far less sinful than meddling in other people’s affairs.

Mrs. Lynde: Oh!

Marilla: Of all the unreasonable, pig-headed, self-important women that I have ever met, she’s the worst.

Anne: I don’t believe Mrs. Barry is a well bred woman. I don’t believe God Himself would entirely meet with her approval.

Marilla: Anne. You mustn’t say things like that, especially in front of the Minister’s wife, but if you let God out of it, you’d have it just about right.

GREEN GABLES

Marilla: This story will make a fine handle for all those folks who always been down on my making current wine. I haven’t even attempted it in the past three years. That bottle was only for sickness. Oh, don’t cry, I don’t see it as being your fault. I’m just sorry it happened at all.

Anne: I wasn’t crying. My heart is broken! The stars in their courses fight against me.

Marilla: Don’t talk such foolishness child.

Anne: Excuse me Mailla.

Anne: You mother hasn’t relented?

Diana: I told her it wasn’t your fault and I cried and cried, but it’s no use Anne, we can’t ever be friends again.

Anne: Diana, will you promise never to forget me, no matter what other friends come into your life?

Diana: I could never love anybody as much as I love you Anne.

Anne: Do you really love me?

Diana: Of course I do.

Anne: Nobody’s ever loved me for as long as I can remember, except for Matthew and Marilla. Will you swear to be my secret bosom friend?

Diana: But isn’t it wicked to swear? We’re in enough trouble already.

Anne: Not when you’re swearing a vow. I solemnly swear to remain faithful to my bosom friend Diana Barry for as long as the Sun and the Moon shall endure. Now you say it.

Diana: I solemnly swear to remain faithful to my bosom friend, Anne Shirley, for as long as the Sun and the Moon…

Anne: …Shall endure.

Diana: Shall endure. And as long as my mother doesn’t find out.

Anne: Oh, she mustn’t!

Diana: She can’t ever. I have to get back, she’ll be suspicious.

Anne: Wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet black tresses?

Diana: But I don’t have any black dresses.

Anne: Your hair.

Diana: All right. I have to go.

Anne: Farewell, my beloved friend. Henceforth we must be strangers living side by side, but my heart will be ever faithful to thee

INTERMISSION

END OF TAPE ONE