Anne! Where are you off to?
We won't leave any clams for you if you don't hurry back.
Just enjoying the fresh air. -Oh, you haven't met my fiancé.
Harry Inglis from Winnipeg, Anne Shirley. -Please to meet you, ma'am.
Pleased to meet you. Well, you're a very lucky man, Mr. Inglis. Where will you live?
In Montreal. Harry's in the mining business.
Oh, Jane. Stop showing off your ring. I can see it glimmering through the trees.
It's been real nice seeing you again, Anne. Let's go, Harry.
You boys run along with Jane and Harry. I want to talk to Anne.
Isn't Jane's millionaire ancient? He could be her father!
Well, he certainly must have a lot of money. -I'll say! He's just showered her with jewelry.
And they're going to Europe on a wedding tour. -Jane's such a nice girl.
She's never even tried to attract attention. -Well, she's certainly not in the millionaires' class.
What about you? Are you here with Gilbert? -I...
Aren't those two ridiculous? They're determined to sit each other out. I really don't care a snit about either of them.
Well, let's get together soon, Anne. I want to hear all your news.
Me? I'd be honored to accept this dance.
"You have lovely starry violet eyes." -"Why, thank you. You can call me Cordelia."
"Cordelia, you have an exquisite rose leaf complexion."
Do allow me. I have an account to settle with this young lady. Your $20.
Care to?
I'm sorry, Gil. I must have two left feet.
What are you thinking about?
I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish
like a broken silence.
Doesn't it remind you of our old school-day picnics?
Hmm. I don't want any of it to change.
I wish I could just hold on to those days forever.
I have a feeling things will never be the same again, will they?
Well, I won't change. That's the least I can promise you.
Anne, there's something I want to ask you. -Gil, please don't.
What is it? You've been avoiding me all spring,
ever since we graduated. - I never wanted to make you care for me so.
I kept away so you wouldn't.
Well, I won't be coming back to White Sands in the fall.
Dalhousie Medical School's accepted me. -Gil, I'm so proud of you.
I'm sorry about last week. I just wanted to show you how much I care.
Now, maybe you don't think I'm good enough for you now, but I will be someday.
No, Gil. You're a great deal too good for me.
But you want someone who will adore you; someone who will be happy just to hang on your arm
and build a home for you. I wouldn't.
Anne, that's not what I'm looking for at all. -We'd end up like two old crows, fighting all the time.
I know I'd be unhappy and I'd wish we'd never done it.
Everybody expects it. You must feel that.
Well, then, it would be for all the wrong reasons, Gil.
You just think that you love me.
Anne, I've loved you as long as I can remember.
I need you.
I can't go away know that if I'd just-- -I promise that I will always be here if you need me.
Good friends are always together in spirit.
Let's not change, Gil. Let's just go on being good friends.
Friends, huh? I thought we were kindred spirits.
Please say yes. -I can't.
Gil, I'm so desperately sorry.
Lady, get out of the way!
What the heck are you doing, lady? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to replace one of these lanterns?
You had no business taking the right of way! -You had no business to be out here alone in the dark without a lantern!
Are all motorists as bold as you? I enjoying being out alone at night!
Any gentleman would have had the decency to stop!
I was hoping we'd meet again.
I've been wondering for several weeks exactly who you were. I'm sorry I wasn't able to introduce myself that day on the beach--
I have no desire to be introduced, thank you.
I'll bet that no one's ever told you how becoming red hair can be in the moonlight.
Actually, lots of people have.
Why don't you tie the horse up?
I'll take you wherever you want to go. You can come back for the buggy in the morning.
I'll do no such thing! -Suit yourself.
Just trying to be a gentleman.
Don't give yourself airs. You are in a class entirely by yourself!
If the minister's wife ever gets through this piece, I shall faint. I cannot stop it.
Can you just see the buttons popping off her corset? -Oh, stop it.
Oh, I'm going to be sick. -Now, now. This is you,
nervously sweeping up the aisle on your father's arm,
your black curls frosted over with the film of your delicate chiffon veil.
The perfect bride, you look into Fred's red face and whisper: "I'm unwept."
Oh, don't be mean!
Just promise me one thing: If he faints, make sure you catch him.
Diana! Diana Barry, what in heaven's name is going on?
Now you've done it. -Diana, answer me.
Nothing, Mother. We're just rehearsing the wedding march.
For pity sake, don't march through the ceiling.
Oh, I'm so nervous, Anne. I don't know how I'm going to get through this tomorrow.
You'll be alright. Everyone survives the ceremony;
It's afterwards... -Oh, you're so smug. Wait till your turn comes, Miss Anne.
No, I have definitely decided on a career over marriage.
I think I'd like to be a nun.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to be the bride of heaven?
Oh, but then I'm not Catholic and I hardly qualify for that sort of career.
Well, what about a nurse? That's a romantic profession.
Smoothing fevered brows. And some handsome millionaire patient falling madly in love with you
and carrying you off to the Mediterranean.
I can't give it all up for the prosaic reality of Gilbert.
He proposed, you know. And I refused.
You what?!
Anne, are you out of your mind? -Don't scold me, Diana.
Can't you understand? -Anne, I can't believe it.
I thought all this going on about your ideals was a cover-up because he hadn't asked you, yet.
You actually said no?
After two years of flirting, this is scandalous.
Take that back, Diana Barry. I never flirted with him.
Gil and I have only ever been good friends.
I even steered clear of Gilbert because of you. How could you, Anne?
I know. I don't love him. I'm sure he despises me now.
You despise me and I despise myself.
I'm so humiliated over this whole stupid thing!
Poor darling. I have no right to scold you.
Things are so mixed up in real life, Anne.
They're never as clear as they are in romantic novels.
Your parents are coming. -Oh, Anne, I shall die.
I'm so nervous. I know I'm going to faint, Aunt Jo.
If you do, I'll drag you down to the rain water hog shed and drop you in.
Here. Let me see at you.
Don't you fret. Oh, you look lovely.
Well, everything's all ready. I've given the minister the signal.
Oh, my darling, I'm losing you forever.
Now, now. Don't get all sentimental, Elizabeth. You still have Minnie May.
Tears aren't lucky at weddings.
What a fine looking pair.
You won't win that Blythe boy back by punishing him.
I wonder why everyone seems to think I ought be with Gilbert Blythe.
Excuse me.
Moody Spurgeon! Goodness, you look older in you new celluloid collar.
Thanks, Anne. You look dashing, yourself. You looked as good as the bride.
Well, how sweet of you, Moody, to ask Josie to the wedding.
You know, I was afraid you mightn't have been invited.
Isn't she precious, Moody?
You wore that sweet old dress to Fanny Emerson's wedding last year, though, didn't you, Anne?
You know what they say, "Twice a bridesmaid, never a bride."
That's three times a bridesmaid, not twice, Josie.
But then you're so fortunate; the only thing you've ever had to wear twice is a sour expression.
Now, don't you forget to save me a waltz. -I won't, Anne.
Alright, I was just trying to be polite.
Ah, excuse me a moment, won't you, Christine.
Moody. Josie. -Gilbert.
What's wrong?
Anne, wait!
Please, Gil. -Where are you going?
I'm leaving. Marilla took Rachel back early. She was ill and
I don't feel very well either.
I'll drive you back. -What about your friend?
I can explain. She won't mind.
She looks like a lovely and accomplished young lady, Gil. -It's not Christine I care about.
There's someone else, isn't there? -No, Gil, honestly there isn't.
I don't care for anyone in that way. And I like you more than anybody.
Anne, I'll wait.
Even if I thought you cared just a little. -I do care, Gil.
I always have.
But I can never, never love you in the way you want me to.
I'm happy as I am; I won't ever marry.
You'll marry, alright.
Some fool who will sit and read Tennyson by firelight, no doubt.
Build you your castles in the sky. I know you.
Please, Gil, I don't mean to hurt you.
But you'll see I'm right by and by when you fall for someone else.
You haven't hurt me, really.
It's just that I fool myself into thinking that you loved me, that's all.
Gil, please.
I hope he breaks your heart, whoever he is.
You don't under-- -Then maybe you'll come to your senses.
Anne!
Oh, you look positively radiant. -And you look like you've seen a ghost.
Gilbert spoke to me again.
Diana, I feel like I've cut off his right arm. Would you please go and talk to him? I know he'll listen to you.
Hurry up, Diana! -I don't know when or how,
but I'll try.
Goodbye, Anne.
Farewell, my beloved.
You're wrong, Tillie. I thought Anne Shirley looked lovely beside Diana.
Christine Stuart, you're too kind.
I can't believe you didn't notice Anne starring at Gilbert just to make him jealous.
I know that Gilbert is very fond of Anne, but he certainly isn't jealous.
She's just trying desperately to win him back from you.
I don't think it's that at all. Besides, Gil and I are only friends.
Well, I think Anne Shirley has far too big an opinion of herself.
Why, Anne. I thought you were going to stay at the Barrys' for the bonfire.
Why did you come home so early?
Diana. She was the bride of my dreams.
She and Fred have left now,
and I feel tired and anxious... I don't know.
Perhaps I should accept Miss Stacey's offer in Kingsport.
I'd like to see and hear new places.
I could get a whole bunch of ideas I could write stories from.
Rachel was feeling pretty discouraged today at the wedding
having to move west and live with her boy and all.
And the thought came to me that perhaps I should ask her to board with me instead of the Piccard girl.
I haven't said anything to her; I wanted your opinion.
Well, it would be your decision, Marilla. Are you sure?
Well, she has her faults, I know.
But she has been my nearest neighbor for 45 years and
I'd rather put up with her than lose her.
Please don't do this because you feel badly on my account.
Stuff and nonsense!
I can be civil with Rachel, so long as she stays out of my kitchen.
I will be quite capable of looking after the farm with Mr. Barry's help.
Marilla, do you never wish you'd adopted a boy like you intended to?
He could have run this farm and saved you all this trouble.
Anne Shirley, I wouldn't trade you for a dozen boys.
Now, you just mind that. Was it a boy that got the Bachelor of Arts
and won the Rollings Reliable story contest, now was it?
I'll miss you. I'll miss my girl.
Promise me you won't stay away forever.
I never thought of living as far off the road as Green Gables,
but I'd rather live at the bottom of a well than leave Avonlea.
Well, I know how grateful Anne is to you for staying.
Well, she was always one to leap into things when she made her mind up to it.
It's a blessing she's going off to a ladies' academy, that's what.
I don't approve of them coeducational institutions, and I never have
All the girls flirting with all the boys... -They do study a little, Rachel.
Precious little. However, her pupils will be well enough behaved if this school's as well-to-do as she claims.
I can't imagine I've forgotten a thing. You've all been so helpful.
Mind how you were raised, now, and go to church regularly, Anne. And be careful what friends you make.
Be sure to put on your warm underclothes when the weather gets chilly.
Yes, and be careful of your health, whatever you do. -And you let us hear from you when you've settled.
Goodbye, Anne. -Goodbye.
Make sure everything is well tagged when you put it on the train.
Don't worry, we'll take care of everything.
Hurry up, now. You'll be late. Good luck!
Good-bye, Marilla. I don't know what I'd do without you!
You've both been so wonderful. But I won't be gone for long and I promise I'll write as often as I can
Goodbye.
Well, Marilla. I never would have believed an orphan could turn out so fine.
No one could deny she's real tall and stylish now.
Nobody at all.
I can't help remembering her as a little girl.
Awful hard, I was bewildered trying to manage her. Matthew understood her better.
Well, it's to your credit you changed her as much as you did.
Oh, she hasn't changed much. Not really.
It's us that's changed, Rachel.
How I've longed for this moment, Diana.
And now that it's starring me in the face, I can't bare the thought of leaving.
We saw Gil Blythe up to medical school last week.
Did he say anything, Diana? -I think he understands, Anne.
Anne? Anne Shirley!
Oh there you are! -Oh, Miss Stacey! It feels like decades!
Oh, up all night in that dreadful train, you must be exhausted.
I feel broken down and green and provincial and only ten years old.
For pity's sake, please take me someplace where I can hear myself think.
I've got a cab waiting just outside. Where are your luggage tickets?
The driver can take care of your trunk. -If you weren't here, Miss Stacey, I think I should just sit down and burst into tears.
Well, I can't tell you just how happy I am to have you here, Anne.
After all, why be a member of the board of governors in an institution if you can't pull a few strings?
Miss Stacey, you didn't. -Yes, I did.
I intend to keep up with my writing.
This quaint, old town will be a wonderful inspiration.
Well, I think your youth and vitality will make an enormous contribution to our ladies' college.
After all, you were my prize pupil in Avonlea.
Oh, I'm so nervous I won't meet with their expectations.
Oh, nonsense!
They may be privileged young ladies from wealthy families, but they're spoiled and pampered.
Great Jehoshephat! What richness!
This is far more gracious than I ever dreamed could exist.
Good morning, Ma'am. -Good morning. Could you please tell Mrs. Pringle that Miss Stacey and
Miss Anne Shirley are here to see her?
I think you'll be quite comfortable here. Mrs. Tom Pringle is on the alumni,
she's been boarding teachers from Kingsport Ladies' College for 30 years now.
Miss Stacey, how delightful to see you. -And you, Mrs. Pringle.
May I introduce you to Miss Anne Shirley of Avonlea, Prince Edward's Island. -How do you do?
She is our new English teacher at Kingsport Ladies' College whom you will be boarding this year.
Should I have the cabbie bring her trunk? -Obviously, you did not receive my letter.
I'm afraid I've decided not to take her, Miss Stacey.
I'm really rather tired of being bothered boarding staff.
My girls are finished, as you know, and I really spend so little time with the alumni.
But, Mrs. Pringle-- -I do apologize for the inconvenience. Good day, Miss Stacey.
Not at all.
Good day. Typically Pringle,
smooth as cream, even when they're working against you. Well, we shall see about that.
What is it, Miss Stacey? -Kingsport is full of Pringles and half-Pringles.
They're the old money that rules the town. And Mrs. Tom Pringle bosses the whole tribe.
I was afraid they'd be down on you. -Why should they be? I'm a total stranger.
One of their cousins, Miss Amy Pringle applied for your position
and was dismally less qualified, I might add.
However, when the board announced they had accepted your application, well, the whole kit and caboodle of them just threw back their heads and howled
Kingsport Ladies' College, please, driver.
Well, they're not going to get away with it.
They can't boycott the board's decision. It's undemocratic.
I'm not sure I quite always trust democracy.
They've always ruled the roost here, the whole clan of them--politically and socially.
Well, they may own the lumber mill, the railway, the gasworks and the woolen mill,
but I will not allow the Pringles to dictate our system of our education.
You can't imagine how nervous I am now.
Miss Katherine Brooke is the principal here.
She's a bit of a martinet in matters of discipline from time to time.
But I'm sure we can resolve whatever little differences in opinion that might arise.
Come in. -Good morning, Miss Brooke.
Miss Stacey. -Please forgive the intrusion,
but I was just so eager to introduce you to our new English professor, Miss Anne Shirley,
one of the brightest stars in my entire teaching career. She has recently published a short work of fiction, as well.
Welcome to Kingsport, Miss Shirley. Please, sit down.
Thank you. I'm very pleased to be here. -Miss Stacey has recommended you so highly to us.
I hadn't expected one so accomplished to be so young
A fault which time will cure, all too soon.
Miss Brooke, there seems to be some sort of mix-up regarding Miss Shirley's accommodations.
But I was sure you wouldn't object to having her to stay here at the school with your out-of-town boarding students.
I'm sure you'll find her to be the perfect den mother for them.
We have no need of maternal affectations in this institution, Miss Stacey. We govern by rules and regulations--
Which do require a leaven in the lump from time to time, Miss Brooke.
Shall we have the groundsmen bring in Miss Shirley's things?
I'll have the maid prepare her room.
Thank you so much.
She is an absolute sergeant major, Miss Stacey. How shall I ever tolerate her sarcasm?
Nonetheless, she is a dedicated teacher, if somewhat of an excessive disciplinarian.
Look, you just keep your chin up and you give it your very best. If only to spite them all.
You know how highly I regard your abilities, Anne. -I shall do my very best to rise to the occasion.
Good girl.
Now you'll want to get yourself organized before the start of classes tomorrow.
Thank you for everything, Miss Stacey. -We can do the rest of our catching up later.
In future, Miss Shirley, you will kindly remember that you are not at liberty to make any changes,
no matter how minor, to the conventions of this institution.
I'm sorry. I was just so moved by your inspiring quotation, I wanted to embellish it.
Don't patronize me.
What is to be the pill in all this jam, Miss Shirley?
Why, nothing. I just thought it was a tremendously uplifting idea, that's all.
I'm glad you spell your name with a "K." Katherine with a "K" is so much more alluring than Catherine with a "C."
A "C" always looks so smug.
We have fifty young ladies in our charge from the most privileged families in the maritimes.
My methods admonish anything beyond the standards of the utmost decorum.
This is not a public school of the kind that you are used to, Miss Shirley;
our students do not require embellishment.
Simple, straightforward adherence to rules and regulations which I have clearly delineated for you, Miss Shirley.
Our students are drilled in their studies at the beginning of each class.
Bedtime and mealtime will be strictly observed by our fifteen boarders.
You, Miss Shirley, will see to it that the boarders especially adhere to the utmost orderliness.
I'm placing them under your continual direction.
I am referred to by the entire faculty as Brooke. You may do the same.
Yes, Miss Brooke. -I understand you have extraordinary talents.
I look forward to observing them.
Glad I meet with your approval on some approximation.
We shall see. You are here as a result of the board's decision, not mine.
or a country schoolmarm, you will find that we are equipped with the most modern efficiencies,
due to the tremendous financial support of certain prominent families.
In fact, we are the first school in the Provence to have a telephone.
Welcome to a new year.
I trust you girls are ready to drive into the first session with determination.
You all know Miss McKay, mathematics and science; Miss Kerr, history and geography;
and Miss Shirley will be your new teacher responsible for English and literature
as well as all student boarders.
Miss Shirley will be living in the school with us and will have direct supervisory authority.
Let us get to work, then, with no nonsense.
Please organize yourselves into forms.
Form one, do you call that a straight line?
Emmeline Harris, step forward.
If intend to make a habit of this, I will have no choice but to detain you after class.
Step back.
Learn to respond to signals on the electric bell, as well.
I'd much prefer to invent titles for each group, like a sorority.
What about Tutor, Kent, and Windsor?
I am not interested in fairytales.
You must learn to use the modern conveniences of our system.
At recess, I will employ the electric bell.
Your room is down the hall, first door.
Perhaps you think you are above rules, Miss Shirley?
A-hem. Off you go, girls.
Please, girls. Quiet, please.
Good morning.
I would like to begin by sharing with you what a great privilege it would be for me to share with--
--to share with you my great love of English literature during the forthcoming year.
Let's hope I'm a little lighter on Shakespeare than I am on my feet.
Nevermind.
I had a speech prepared, but it doesn't seem very important right now.
My name is Anne Shirley, and I know we shall all become good friends in no time.
I come from a little town called Avonlea, on Prince Edward's Island, where I have been teaching for the past two years.
So this is my first time in a private school position, and I hope you will all be able to give me lots of assistance.
Now, when I call out your name, answer "here."
Pringle, Myra C.
Pringle, Rebecca A.
Aren't these your names? -No Miss.
Perhaps the class lists have been mixed up.
Oh. Alright. Give me your names, then, one at a time, starting here with the young lady in the front row.
Last name first, and age. -Oppener, Fanny I. Oppener.
There are two "P"s in Oppener. 14.
Girdle. Myrtle N. Girdle. 14.
Heind. That's H-E-I-N-D. Alice B. Heind. 14.
Ball. Wilma I. Ball. 33.
Actually, I'm from the Rollings Reliable Baking Company
and we were wondering when you'd be available to rewrite our labels.
That's enough.
I hadn't anticipated a class whose the parents were such nitwits at naming their children.
Harris, Emmeline Harris. 13.
And don't believe any of them, Miss Shirley. -What do you mean?
They're just pulling your leg because they're Pringles and they think they can get away with it.
Ole Telescope Eyes, here wouldn't know a Pringle if she was face to face with one.
Since Misses Fanny I. Oppener, Myrtle N. Girdle, Alice B. Heind, and Wilma I. Ball
find themselves so terribly witty,
they will write out an accurate class list 100 times today after classes, for my benefit.
Now, open your readers, please.
Miss...
Miss Shirley.
Miss Shirley, help her.
Emmeline Harris, take this girl to the ladies' room.
Soak the handkerchief in some cold water and see if you can stop the bleeding.
Alright! All of you sit down, now! And remain seated.
Who put the snake in my desk?
What is your real name? -Jen Pringle, Miss Shirley.
Was it you, Jen Pringle? -Yes, it was.
You will be detained after classes today.
...And every day for the entire week.
Now, please, open your third form readers, class.
I can't, Miss Shirley.
My mother expects me for the next three days at the Ladies' Aid Society Rummage Sale.
Well, I'm sorry, but your mother will have to make other arrangements.
But she's promised my help on the organization committee.
I don't care. You'll stay if I say so.
I simply cannot stay. I'm sorry.
Well, then, it's up to you, isn't it, Jen Pringle?
Either you stay after school for the week,
or I'll have to administer the strap.
You just can't do that, Miss Shirley.
I'll take the strap. -Really?
Come here, then, Miss Pringle.
Put out your hand.
Open your readers, class, and please look at the first chapter for the rest of the period.
Are you alright, Essie? -I'm afraid I'm not very good around reptiles.
Neither am I.
You'll get used to Essie, Miss Shirley. She faints at least once a week.
The doctors say her blood is weak.
Thank you, Emmeline.
And don't concern yourself about the Pringle girls either. The only people they like are themselves.
I can say that without malice because my mother was a Pringle.
Besides, I like you, and I think you handled the class very intelligently.
You traitor, Harris. I guess there are only two kinds of people in Kingsport:
those who are Pringles and those who aren't.
Shut up, Jen. I don't care a snit what you say.
I'm half Pringle.
Hah! You're mother didn't live long enough to make you anything.
and my papa says your papa is the greatest philanderer in this country,
so that practically makes you an orphan.
Don't you dare ever say another word about my father again! You stupid, good for nothing goose-egg!
Stop that! He's a brute and my papa says so!
Let's see how big your mouth is now, Jen Pringle.
My glasses!
That is enough! Emmeline, get up, there! Stand up!
Have you girls no propriety? This is not a Turkish bizarre.
They tried to run me down on that bicycle. -You little liar!
She threw her crochet mallet in the wheel and tripped us, didn't she Essie?
Did not, you beast. She attacked me.
Stop it. I have a good mind to expel you both for such hooliganism.
Bicycles are forbidden on school property. This contraption is confiscated as of this moment.
But, Miss Brooke, the bicycle isn't mine. It's my brother's.
He ought not to have been so foolish as to have entrusted it to you.
Hardly seems fair to be punishing her brother. -Yes, Miss Brooke, I think--
Do you not understand English?
Now, I want you two girls to apologize to each other and behave like proper young ladies.
I am quite prepared to forgive your lack of manners.
And I your rude comments.
That's enough.
Well, don't stand there like pigeons, girls. Go along.
If you allow an outburst like that to occur again, Miss Shirley,
you shall have the board to reckon with.
Lock this in the shed, McTavish. Go along, girls. Don't stop.
Looking for these?
Jen!
I'm sorry about you're spectacles. We'll get them replaced.
It's not that. It's what she said about my papa.
Just you forget about whatever they said. There's not an ounce of truth in it.
We won't let it spoil the afternoon. -We didn't get you into trouble, did we, Miss Shirley?
Don't worry about me. Brooke's just an old battle-ax, anyway.
Don't tell anybody I said that. -I almost fainted when I saw her come across the lawn.
She'll cool off in a few days, and then I'll get your bother's bicycle back.
Come along, and don't you give it another word.
You should have seen her with her mouth full of mud, Miss Shirley. That's the best Jen Pringle's looked in a long time.
Alright, I'm turning my light out now, Miss Brooke.
Miss Shirley!
Emmeline. -Oh, Miss Shirley, you've got to help us.
Essie's brother needs the bicycle in the morning for his delivery job or he'll be fired, and he's ready to murder Essie.
We can't get the shed doors open. She's awful scared, and I'm afraid she'll faint.
Heaven preserve us from Miss Brooke if she does.
Mr. McTavish, the groundsman, keeps his tools in here.
Maybe if we saw the chain or pick the lock... -Stop whimpering, Essie.
Emmeline, do you think you could squeeze through that skylight up above?
Uh-huh, if I had a ladder.
Come along. I've got a better idea.
Alright. You go down first, and I'll shimmy down you.
I'm frightened. I'm going to faint.
Hang on another moment, Essie, and you can.
If anyone catches us, you don't suppose they'll think we're trying to steal anything, do you, Miss Shirley?
Our motives are hardly idle curiosity.
Alright.
Untie the end, Essie, and throw it down.
I don't think you should do this.
Oh, I hope the skylight's not locked, Miss Shirley.
We're in luck, Mr. McTavish has an army of tools down here.
Good. Now, if we can just--
Bed sheets.
Well, now, Anne Shirley, where's the fire?
Good morning.
Good morning, class.
Really, girls. If you can't come up with a better likeness than that,
I suggest you give up all together.
Open your Oxford Book of Verse. Page 276.
Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott."
Emmeline, would you please read the first four verses for us. Then we'll discuss them.
My, my. Whose apple are we polishing, now?
Let's hitch our wagon to a star, girls.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver.
Thro' the wave that runs forever Flowing down to Camelot--
Why are you late? -My mother insisted on keeping my maid this morning.
I had no one to darn my stockings.
Kingsport Ladies' College does not tolerate tardiness, nor do I.
Take out your dictionary and copy out the entire "A" section.
You'll have to catch up on this class later.
There she kept her vigil only, Waiting in her chamber lonely
And looked down to Camelot. Reapers reaping fields of barley...
Are you trying to tell me that Emmeline is soley responsible for this misconduct?
I'm not trying to tell you anything other than that your daughter has an overt disregard for regulations.
Stealing is stealing. I don't see how you can pretend it to be otherwise.
This incident is the tip of the iceberg. I believe she requires remedial discipline.
And I want that teacher raked over the coals, as well, then.
I'd like nothing better, Capt. Harris, but that will be for the board to decide.
Let me be perfectly clear, Miss Brooke.
I will not allow Emmeline to be expelled from any school.
I'm withdrawing both my daughter and my financial support
from this second-rate institution immediately.
You can reckon with the board of governors.
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 [on] Camelot.
I have warned you two about food in class.
Bring that parcel here, Myra.
Bring that parcel here.
Throw it in the stove. -Are you sure you really want me to do this?
Myra, obey me at once.
Why is she running?
Run, girls.
Girls, run!
Run, girls!
Run! -Help! My skirt is caught!
Emmeline!
Papa? Papa! Papa, you came!
March straight out to the car, young lady.
And take off those ridiculous looking-spectacles.
You shouldn't be wearing them other than for reading. -Shut that blasted alarm bell off!
This is my teacher, Miss Shirley. -Miss Shirley, is it? We've met before if I'm not mistaken.
Yes, sir. I remember.
What in the devil have you done, now?
Miss Shirley's got the entire academy awaiting your remedial discipline, Miss Brooke.
I'm quite positive you'll enjoy the challenge.
Emmeline, come on. You're leaving this forth-rate institution, once and for all.
Girls! Girls! Get away from that autocar!