What is it you want, Anne Shirley?
To be your friend.
I don't have friends.
I don't have your notable gift for doing the queen act, always saying the right thing to everyone.
You say you like people to be frank. Well, I'm going to be frank.
It's your own fault that no one likes you. Katherine Brooke, you are all prickles and stings.
I know I'm not social and people hate me.
Do you think it doesn't hurt that I'm always neglected and overlooked at social functions?
I'm sorry. I've never been able to swallow all the snubs and pokes I've received here in my life.
I remember every single one.
For fifteen years, I had to endure relatives
who cared as little for me as my dead parents.
I've lived in third-rate boarding houses that froze in winter and stank in summer.
I've worn their cast-off clothes.
Fortunately, I had brains.
I made it through college and I paid them back every cent.
Oh, yes, I'm independent now.
The truth is I hate teaching.
But, there's nothing else that I can do.
Look at you, little messenger of optimism.
But how long will it last? Five, maybe ten years before you
wither inside of this endless monotony?
Prepare to join ranks of cold, uninteresting spinsters
who have chosen a professional career, Anne Shirley.
"...and in particular the performance of Emmeline Harris, who was so convincing in the role of the young queen.
The audience was so unexpectedly moved,
it is our opinion that this proficient group of young actresses must establish a permanent dramatic society.
The Kingsport Examiner eagerly awaits their next production.
And on that note of praise, I hope you all perform as triumphantly
in your term exam next Friday. [Laughs]
Class dismissed.
Emmeline.
I'd like to apologize for the...
inconvenience I caused you, Miss Shirley.
We're all glad to see that your health has improved so quickly.
Yes, I think the doctor was overly concerned.
I...
I hope I may stay in the dramatic society, if you're going to continue.
Well, we couldn't do without you.
Thank you, Miss Shirley.
Oh, my mother wants to know if you'd like to help on the
annual hospital bizarre, if you have the time.
Tell your mother I'd be flattered.
Good afternoon, girls. Anne!
Hello. -The board was totally enthralled.
Better than that, they were absolutely floored when they received Capt. Harris' check.
They want to renew your contract for five years.
Five years? I'm not sure I can last that long.
Well, I think that you ought to write a book about it. Oh, Miss Brooke, isn't it wonderful?
Authors are such kittle kattle. I wouldn't trust your description of any of us.
Here. These came for you.
Thank you.
"Thank you, again. I would like to return the favor.
I'd be pleased to have you escort my family for a short visit to Boston when I return in a month."
Sincerely, Morgan Harris."
Oh, they're beautiful!
Pauline Harris, you don't know if you're coming or going, girl.
Move that hat box.
Not up there, girl, you'll brain me. It's not safe up there, either.
Put it back, girl.
Lower the blind. It needs to be just about one inch lower.
Oh, Pauline. Pauline, now you've done it.
Oh, all that light makes my headache worse.
Sorry, mama.
Oh, you've got your color back, Mrs. Harris. You must be feeling better.
I am completely worn out with all the worry, and the motion sickness;
my stomach is dropping out, thank you. Why I ever listened to you and came on this trip in the first place--
Now, now, we're almost there.
Perhaps you'd like some lunch, Pauline? -We are not hungry.
Can they make a decent cup of tea on this contraption?
I'd rather drink mud than the tea that some people make.
Yes, Mrs. Harris.
I'll see what I can procure.
And see that they wash the cup out properly.
I don't mean to be of trouble to anyone, but from the way I'm feeling,
I don't think I shall be here much longer.
Then perhaps you'll all appreciate me.
Poor Aunt Pauline.
Oh, well, grandmama will sleep for days once we get there.
I can hardly wait to see papa's new house. I've only ever heard of how wonderful it is.
I have a feeling we're all here on approval.
Papa thinks very highly of you, Miss Shirley. He said so.
How is mother? -She allowed us to order her a cup of tea.
However, she is throwing out complaints at the speed of this train.
If we like your new house in Boston, papa, can Miss Shirley and I stay with you?
Hmm, I don't know if Boston is large enough for two sophisticated ladies.
Going from Avonlea to Kingsport was an adventure, Captain. I assure you this will be an epoch in my life.
Oh, I am sure you and Boston will make quiet and impression on each other.
If I can remember not to look as backward as I feel.
All this moving about.
All this rushing. Nobody cares what I suffer.
Mother. -So this is what you have been wasting all my money on, Morgan Harris?
And I didn't invite you all the way to Boston to carry on like this.
It isn't fair, Morgan. It simply isn't fair.
The child has got to come back and live with you.
I can't afford the expenses. And I simply can't stand the plight. And Pauline has quite enough to do--
Oh, I don't mind, mama. -Please don't contradict me.
Don't be so demanding.
She's back in school. Besides, I thought you enjoyed having her with you.
I'm 79 years of age, my boy,
and I can't be bothered with the child. You've got this enormous house.
It all comes out of your father's estate,
I have every right to be demanding.
Why don't you get married again?
I haven't the temperament for it. -I suppose no one would take you.
Mind your own business, mother.
Of course, I realize my opinions don't matter any longer.
I might just as well be dead. Then you can have the rest of the money.
Please, don't say that, mama. -I will say it!
You're two ungrateful children.
How many times have I sat up at night, nursing you, when you were little?
Sometimes I thought you'd never live to see the dawn. A mother's sacrifices are soon forgotten.
Mama, please come to bed. It's just the strain of being in un-- -Saints above, Pauline!
Will you keep out of this?
Now, you listen to me, Morgan.
I am not going to bed until you give me a decisive answer.
Face up to your responsibilities and behave like a man.
All right!
I shall look into making the arrangements as soon as I can.
Well that's better.
Good night.
Good night, Morgan.
You can't rely on that boy staying in the same mind for two minutes together.
He'll toss that child back in my lap, as sure as sure can be.
And what do you think of my son's lack of responsibility?
I quite agree. Good night, Miss Shirley.
Please, don't get up.
I just wanted to say what a lovely evening this has been,
and to thank you for giving me such a wonderful opportunity.
I apologize for mother's behavior.
In her condition, sarcasm is her one relief.
Pringle nature, I suppose.
I'm surprised you've put up with all this Kingsport nonsense as well as you have.
Well, it has been a challenge, as well as a very good experience.
Oh, I desperately miss my Green Gables, though.
Watching the home lights flicker across the pond at night.
Marilla waiting for me on the veranda.
It probably sounds very foolish to you. -You can't escape your wholesome island upbringing.
It must feel very empty living in this vast house all alone.
Well, it's an investment, really.
I'm away so frequently.
What is it that keeps you away from Kingsport?
Keeping occupied with the all- consuming problems of my business.
Running away? -No.
Perhaps holding out for a reason to return.
Well, I hope you found one.
I'm very grateful to you for all your hospitality.
Well, I'm very grateful to you... for the pleasure of such high spirits.
Good night. -Good night, Morgan Harris.
Anne Shirley.
I hope we shall see you often when I return to Kingsport.
Do you think this makes me look older, papa? -Oh, yes, Emmeline.
We can't make up our minds which of these hats looks more sophisticated.
Neither can I. We'll take all of them. -Papa! -We can manage that.
Here she is, great lady of the West Indies. -She's magnificent.
What does "mistral" mean, papa?
It means a rough, cold wind.
Oh, no, Captain. It should be christened after a delicious, perfumed wind,
like a zephyr.
Then I shall name the next one The Zephyr in your honor.
"...And the excursion to Boston all seems like a dream, somehow.
Emmeline, who has had such a forsaken life up till now, has blossomed,
and I feel Capt. Harris now recognizes the treasure he didn't know he possessed.
I am a little weary of living out of a trunk, though,
and I long to feel the summer loveliness of home.
I miss you both so very much. With all my heart, Anne."
She's plain worn out, if you ask me, Marilla.
I'm not surprised. The way girls roam the Earth now is something terrible.
It reminds me of Satan in the book of Job: going to and fro, and walking up and down.
I don't think the Lord ever intended it.
What is to be, will be, Rachel.
And what isn't to be, sometimes happens.
Riches are all very well,
Marilla, but if Anne prefers the handsome unknown to Avonlea, well, there's nothing more to be said.
It's in the hands of Providence.
"I enjoyed your company in Boston. I hope the term is continuing well in Kingsport and
Emmeline is caught up now in her studies. Thank you again. Sincerely, Morgan Harris."
Anne Shirley?
What in heck are you doing here?
Gil?
You're the very last person I'd ever expected to meet out here on a day like this.
Uh, um... come on. The Royal Academy of Physicians is convening here this weekend and I'm here as a delegate.
You must be proud of yourself.
Not as proud as I was of you when I read that clipping Miss Stacey sent me about the success of your play.
That's sweet of you, Gil. It's so good to see you.
Oh, I was actually hoping we'd run into each other. I wasn't sure whether you'd be happy to see me or not, so I--
Happy? I can't begin to express my happiness. Let me look at you.
Ah, yes, do I look like a young medical student now? -Not a bit; you can't fool me.
You're still the same incorrigible Gil. Tell me all the Avonlea news. Have you been back?
Uh, no. I've been spending most of my time with the Stuarts in Halifax. Dr. Stuart's a very prominent surgeon
It's he who arranged for me to attend as his delegate.
You see, Christine and I are engaged. It's set for next summer.
I'm so happy for you, Gil.
I guess that's why I wanted to see you so much--
to apologize for being such a fool last summer. No, I think I understand now what you meant.
I meant what I said, too. I won't ever forget you.
You turned out as I always imagined you would.
Doesn't it seem like yesterday we off to Queens and vying for those scholarships?
I suppose you've kept up your writing? -Not really.
I've been busy, and, well, publishers aren't interested in those kinds of stories.
Well, I wouldn't give up all together. You know, I always thought you should write about the Avonlea.
Change the name, of course, or Rachel Lynde would think she was the heroine.
Avonlea is the dearest place in the world. But I don't think it's an interesting enough setting for a story.
Oh, I intend to take Christine back to the Island with me and set up my practice there.
Dr. Stuart has a lot of pull in Halifax and would like us to live there,
but I don't want any hand-outs.
Besides, any other place just wouldn't seem like home to me. -No, of course.
The board of governors at the College just offered me a five-year contract.
Well, that's wonderful. You certainly won your way into the hearts of this affluent, old town.
You won't be lonely. -I'll survive.
Well, I ought to go. The train leaves at 5:30.
Oh, no, really?
Oh, I, was going to mail this, but a note just isn't the same.
Thanks, Gil.
Good bye, Anne.
Good bye, Gil. -Don't forget me.
All aboard!
Gil!
Thank you!
Good bye. -Good bye, Anne.
Miss Shirley, would you help us arrange all these garlands and buntings?
This is a hopeless mess. -What's the matter, Mrs. Pringle?
Not one of these nitwits has as much artistic ability as you have in your baby finger.
Ladies, I am putting Miss Shirley in charge here.
Let me see.
I suggest you gather it up in rosettes like this, and then we'll hang them with the festoons afterward.
We were all so impressed with your production at the college, Miss Shirley.
And to think how you've transformed Morgan Harris' little girl.
He's hardly had anything to do with the poor child since she was born.
Such a tragedy when his Adelaide died. She was a rare beauty.
Old Mrs. Harris and Mother Pringle are first cousins,
and I know how the Harrises have cut themselves off from everybody.
It was Morgan's fault that she ran away and left him. Terrible reputation with the ladies.
They say Adelaide really died of a broken heart. -I'm sure he's felt so guilty all these years,
that he can't stand the sight of the child. -More than likely, it's the old lady he can't stand.
Well, I know for a fact that he has been seeing Elvira Evans,
standard oil fortune from Boston.
She has been staying for last two weeks at Maplehurst,
or so my sister-in-law tells me. -You've gotten to know cousin Morgan, haven't you, Miss Shirley?
Yes, we've met on several outings. He's very charming.
We're going to give Miss Evans a tour of the old town, this afternoon, Emmeline.
"Dear Miss Shirley, Please accept our congratulations on your book entitled
Avonlea Vignettes. Enclosed is our check for $250
as advanced against our royalties."
Anne!
oh, hello. -Anne.
I was hoping to run into you. We've missed having you back at Maplehurst.
I can imagine it must be very difficult for you to get away from your important guest.
Yes, yes it is. But please let-- -Don't apologize. I do understand.
Good day, sir.
May I offer you a ride back to the College? -No, thank you.
What's nagging you, Miss Shirley?
You're behaving rather like a spinsterly old schoolmarm, don't you think? -Perhaps that is because I am one.
I say that with admiration, meant as a compliment. I'm a great proponent of independent thinking.
Moreover, I've always held that early marriage is a sure indication of second-rate goods that had to be sold in a hurry.
Wouldn't you agree? -Well, you can be sure I am of the first-rate kind, Morgan Harris.
And I certainly have far greater ambition than marriage, oh, if that is what you're insinuating is "nagging" me.
I'm about to have a short work of fiction published. I'm afraid it has me completely preoccupied.
Well, then, let me offer my congratulations. -Good day.
Anne.
Anne, I am sorry. I ought not to have made such a back-handed invitation.
I've been meaning to ask mother to invite you back to Maplehurst.
How gracious of you.
But my schedule is so jam-packed, I'm sure I won't be able to squeeze it in.
I take it you'll attend the Hospital Benefit tomorrow evening?
Yes, I'm working as a volunteer. -I shall look forward to seeing you there.
Would you do me the honor, Miss Shirley, of reserving me a waltz on your card?
Of course. I'd be please to, Morgan Harris...
Thank you. -If I have a waltz space for you.
Well, what do you think?
Oh, you look like a Gibson Magazine cover.
Perhaps some romantic artist will fall for you and ask to paint your picture.
Oh, Miss Shirley, I'm going to wear my hair just like that when I turn 18.
You darlings. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Would you run along and see if my cab is here? Thank you.
My, my. Going to London to visit the Queen, are we?
Are you not capable of saying anything pleasant?
No, I haven't your talent for pretending things.
You take my breath away with your compliment.
You always have some secret delight, don't you?
Don't deceive yourself. You'll never be one of them,
despite your flaunting your string of pearls and making a spectacle of yourself.
Morgan Harris is a man of status and achievement.
And you, my dear, are nothing better than a teacher.
I don't know what you mean. But I honestly feel sorry for you, Katherine.
You shut out every spark of happiness around you. I will not be poisoned by your bitterness.
You are good luck, Anne Shirley. This is the largest number of tickets we've ever sold for the hospital.
Well, I enjoy helping out in any which way I can, Mrs. Pringle. -Don't get stuck behind that table all night.
Be sure to get a dance. -I will.
You took the teachers' course at Queen's. Shirley, isn't it?
Anne Shirley, yes.
Lewis Allen. I remember, you won the Avery Scholarship and Gilbert Blythe
won the gold medal.
Yes, that's right. Pleased to know you. What do you do now, Lewis?
I am the principal of Richmond Public School. Not the most adventurous place in the world, but,
uh, I've done alright for myself, compared to a lot of others from Queens.
Do you dance as well as you boast? -Better.
Morgan Harris certainly upstaged the Pringles with that Evans woman.
They say she's a perfect cat. Worth millions, though.
I've never. And believe me, it will take all his gold to gild a pill like her.
It's a match of adjoining bank accounts, to be sure.
Good evening, sir. Or rather, good night. -Good night? You promised me a waltz.
I'm sorry, my card was full all evening.
You needn't feel obligated to patronize a local school teacher. I'm sure you've paid handsomely for your ticket.
Wait a moment. Let me explain-- -Please, don't spoil the evening
for your guest by causing a scene.
Anne!
Where are you going? -I'm quite exhausted.
Please, don't complicate matters by making excuses.
Elvira Evans is a business associate. For the past year I have been liquidating the last of her father's shipping estate
Bringing her to Maplehurst was a gesture of hospitality, the conclusion of a lengthy transaction.
I know when I am being conveniently excluded. -It isn't that at all! Be reasonable!
Why should I? I have no ulterior motives. -You're right. You're as fickle- minded as a breeze!
We all go on about you. Even mother. She absolutely adores you. Under the circumstances,
how could I have invited you this evening?
I certainly wasn't fishing for an invitation.
Perhaps it's my wholesome island upbringing, but I have no intention of becoming fancy's fool.
I would like you to come back to Maplehurst. -Indeed, I don't know why.
As Emmeline's governess, perhaps? I'll save you the trouble of asking. -I won't lose you, Anne Shirley.
Let go of me. -Please, I would like--
Morgan Harris.
Oh, I'm awfully sorry, but you grabbed me.
I want to ask you to marry me.
What did you say?
I'm in love with you. -You really mean that, don't you?
My life on it. I only know I could never bear to lose you.
Would you do me the honor of giving me your hand in marriage?
Anne, what is it? -I do care a great deal for you and Emmeline.
But I can't. -What do you mean?
For five glorious seconds, I really thought perhaps I could marry you.
I used to dream of a moment like this. But now...
I can't describe it. I need to go home.
We can go back for summer holidays. Rent one of those big, old places on the gulf.
Not the same thing, is it?
No.
Look at you. You're out here without even your coat on; you'll catch your death.
Really, you should go back in. I still have a waltz free.
Alright?
Let's give those old ladies something to gossip about. [Laughs]
Come in.
Why, Mr. McGuiness, what is it? -You must come quickly to Maplehurst, Miss.
Everyone's worried. Mrs. Harris has kept silent all week.
Silent? Something must be dreadfully wrong.
She took a bad spell just after papa left.
Now she won't eat or drink. And poor Aunt Pauline is beside herself to know what we should do.
Miss Shirley, thank Goodness you've come.
I'm afraid that she's slipping away and it's all my fault.
Isaac Kent wants me to marry him, practically.
He's asked me to join the Presbyterian Church Choir League.
Mama hates Isaac as much as she did 15 years ago when she set a bull terrier on him for coming around to see me.
I don't think she'll forgive me. I'm so afraid she's going to die.
You must choose between them, Pauline. -Oh, I don't think I can live without him.
Don't be frightened now. You must accept.
Oh, Miss Shirley.
ou've always been able to smooth things over with mama.
Please try to get her to forgive me.
Oh, it's you.
Mrs. Harris, please, hear me through patiently. -I'm always patient. Very patient.
I want you to know, Pauline is greatly troubled.
She is of the opinion that she should accept Isaac Kent's hand in marriage.
I thought there was some foolishness between her and that ridiculous fellow.
In your heart, you must know it's the right thing to do.
The truth is, Pauline needs your forgiveness if she's ever going to be happy.
I advised her to be married and I beg of you to let her go.
If you've managed to get Pauline to accept that Isaac Kent,
you've accomplished more than I thought was humanly possible.
At least I shan't have to climb down and tell him to take her.
"I withhold not my heart from any joy." That's Bible authority for you.
"And yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upwards."
Job 5, verse 7.
Pauline! Come here, girl.
No one can deny Margaret Pringle Harris' place as a cornerstone of our community.
It is with great remorse that we turn her spirit over to her Master.
Though our hearts be troubled with this graveloss, we must remind ourselves of the fleetingness of our own lives,
and that someday we shall rejoice with Margaret forever in the hereafter.
Amen.
Goodbye.
Thank you. -You're welcome.
We're going back to Boston, Miss Shirley. -Pauline has accepted Isaac Kent. I've decided to sell Maplehurst.
How I shall miss you, Emme. But we will see each other again soon.
And I promise you I won't ever forget you. Just you mind that.
I will. Good-bye, Miss Shirley.
There's no one in the whole world like you.
Please accept my condolences, Morgan.
Mother mentioned you before she went. She was very keen on you.
She was never one to throw away a compliment. That means a great deal to me.
Will you not reconsider?
I'll miss you, Anne.
I hope you rent that big house on the gulf someday, because I'll miss you, too.
I haven't had a chance to thank you, Miss Brooke. It's been such a rewarding year.
Don't be ridiculous, please.
Where will you be spending your summer holidays? -Here in this fire trap. Where did you suppose?
Why stay if you don't like it? -Why?
Don't trouble yourself. You've paid your lip service. Now, good bye.
I shall see you next term. -I won't be coming back next term.
I've given my resignation to the board and to Miss Stacey.
I came here to ask you if you'd like to spend your holidays with me at Green Gables.
Unless you have somewhere else you're going. -An outburst of charity.
I'm hardly a candidate for that, yet.
Katherine Brooke, whether you know it or not, what you want is a darn good spanking.
It must have relieved you to say that. -It has.
I've wanted to say it to you for a very long time.
But I have asked you to come because the very idea of you spending the summer cooped up in here is indecent.
You asked me because you feel sorry for me. -I am sorry for you.
You shut out life, and now life is shutting you out. Now are you coming or not?
What would you say if I accepted?
I'd say that's the first faint glimmer of common sense I've ever detected in you.
Alright, I accept. Now you can go through the motions of telling me how delighted you are
and how I'll have a wonderful time.
I am delighted.
But as to a wonderful time, that will depend entirely on you, Katherine.
The murder trials in this Boston paper my niece sent me are real interesting, Marilla.
Full of heathen, that place. I hope Anne will never go there again.
Can you imagine that new minister going on about how he doesn't believe that all the heathen will be eternally lost?
The idea! If they won't be, all the money we've been sending to the foreign missions will be completely wasted. That's what.
I wouldn't fret if I were you, Rachel. Goodness knows, the world is full of beggars
and it's a pretty pass if we can't help out a fellow being in need, Christian or not.
Marilla Cuthbert! Don't you be buying any junk from those peddlers just to satisfy your conscience.
Oh, it's a ill wind that blows no good.
Come back here! You'll kill yourself running!
I'm home, Marilla. I'm home to stay.
Oh, blessed child, how I've missed you. We were looking for you tomorrow.
How did you get from Bright River?
I walked here, Marilla. We left our luggage at the station.
I got homesick all at once and I wanted to show Katherine all my old haunts.
Welcome to Green Gables. -Thank you for having me, Miss Cuthbert.
Aren't these blossoms fragrant? Smell them, Marilla. Drink them in.
Enough of that nonsense. It's you I want to hear about, not drinking in blossoms.
You must be real tired, Katherine. Come and have a cup of tea on the veranda.
Oh, let's go slowly, Marilla. I've dreamt of this moment all year.
I want to soak it all in.
Not if Rachel has anything to do with it. She'll want to spill out all the news of Avonlea.
Hello, Anne Shirley! I have so much to tell you. There's so much going on in Avonlea.
Rachel, I have so much to tell you. It's so good to see you again.
Rachel, this is Katherine Brooke. This is Rachel Lynde. -How do you do?
Pleased to meet you. Come on in.
Green Gables never changes. That's the beautiful thing about coming home,
don't you think?
Katherine?
What's wrong?
Can I help you?
You can't understand. Everything's always been so easy for you.
I'm caught in a trap. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get out.
You don't hate me any longer, do you?
Oh, Anne.
Hate has got to be a disease with me.
I can never lead a normal life now. -Yes you can.
You'll be quite independent and free here.
When I was a little girl, I remember an old faded print on my uncle's wall,
showing a string of camels around a desert with a palm spring.
I've always wanted to travel and see that place.
To see the Taj Mahal, the pillars of Karnak.
I want to know, not just believe, that the world is round.
But I can never do it on a teacher's salary.
I shall have to go on forever prating about discipline and the inexhaustible resources of the dominion.
I always wanted to be your friend, Katherine spelled with a "K."
Underneath all your prickles, you really are a kindred spirit.
Does life never frighten you with its bleakness, Anne Shirley?
This is the first place I've ever been to that feels like a real home.
Isn't he perfect? -He's the most perfect baby I've ever seen, Diana.
Every baby is the sweetest and the best. -Before he came,
I wanted a girl so I could call her Anne. But I wouldn't exchange baby Fred for a million girls.
If you had an Anne, you'd feel the same about her. -Would you like to hold the baby, Katherine?
No. No, I've never held a baby in my life.
Never held a baby? Don't be silly.
I'm afraid it'd go to pieces in my arms.
There you are! He's taken with you, Katherine.
It feels so good to see you dear folk again. I want to hear all the Avonlea news.
I've grown a whole inch since you left and now that short Anthony Pye can't pick on me anymore.
Can't you think of any more interesting news than that, Minnie May?
Did you know Gilbert Blythe was dying?
Minnie May, hold your tongue.
What do you mean, Diana? -We didn't mean to tell you so suddenly, Anne.
He took scarlet fever in mid-term. He picked it up at the hospital in Halifax.
Terrible worn out with school, I expect. They've got a trained nurse, and everything's been done.
I picked this up at the post office. It's addressed to you.
My... my book! -Well, don't sit there shaking like a leaf. Open it.
Marilla, this can't be real.
They accepted my manuscript last February with a $250 advance.
Oh, you're a great one for secrets.
It's not a classic or a romance or anything important.
It's just a humorous book of stories I did about Avonlea in my spare time last fall.
Look. But it's mine. It's all mine.
"To Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert for their unfailing love and support,
and for Gilbert, who inspired me with the idea in the first place."
You do beat all, Anne. Everyone will think I put you up to it.
Aw, it's awful good of you, especially considering Gilbert.
How sick is he really?
It's been a bad case from the start. No one's heard anything the past week.
He has the Blythe constitution in his favor, though.
If God wills it.
Marilla...
There's a book of Revelations in everyone's life.
I've been so wrong.
If Gil were to-- ... not knowing how I really care.
Oh, there, there. There, now.
What would I do without him?
We can't change what God determines.
That's Jerry Buote. Jerry Buote works for Mr. Blythe.
It must be a sign.
The worst would be more endurable than not knowing at all.
Jerry! Jerry!
Jerry, wait!
Jerry, do you know how Gilbert Blythe is doing?
I think, I think he's bad. The Blythes are all hoping he's going to get better.
I don't know. The doctor figures, maybe he's going to have a close shave yet, though.
Will you ask Mr. Blythe to give him this for me? -Come with me if you like. Give it to him yourself.
Hello, Gil. It's me.
I've come to ask you to go for one of our old-time rambles in the woods.
I wish I could go.
I brought you my book. I've been published, Gil.
I wrote about Avonlea, just as you said I should,
without any highfalutin mumbo-jumbo.
I've dedicated the inscription to Marilla and to Matthew,
And to you.
I was thinking of saving it as a wedding gift, and then I just decided I couldn't wait.
Anne, there's not going to be any wedding anymore.
You're going to get well, Gil. I know you will.
I called it off. It wouldn't have been fair to Christine.
There will never be anyone for me, but you.
Oh, Anne. Summer has flown by so quickly.
A school teacher really is a slave of time. I don't know how I'm ever going to go back.
Bend in the road. There's no bend in my road.
Don't be silly. There's always another bend in the road.
I can see it stretching straight out in front of me to the skyline.
Katherine, just look at you. You're rosy and healthy.
And your hair looks so attractive like that, instead of all pulled back.
Besides, I happen to know of two eligible young men who've asked about you.
Really? -They're going to be at the bonfire tonight.
Oh, I wouldn't know what to say to them. Will you help me, Anne?
They'll just laugh at me and think I'm an old gooseberry. -You give yourself far too little credit, Katherine.
I wish I had your confidence.
I can believe almost anything in this Green Gables of yours.
Well, mine's full.
I'll be along. I want make sure Marilla has three full bushels.
Hello, Anne. -Hello, Gil.
You're looking very robust. -Well, I guess I just made up my mind I wasn't going to let it lick me.
Care for a stroll down the lane? I don't think there are going to be many more fine afternoons like this left in the summer.
I wish I could, but Katherine and I, we're off to Alice Penhallow's bonfire in an hour.
It's the first party I'm taking her to and she's very nervous.
How about I walk you across the pond?
I was really afraid for you Gil, until we heard you were over the worst.
Oh, I was lucky, I suppose. I'm not quite my old self yet.
By the time the term starts, I'll be in fine form.
I'm glad you came back when you did, Anne. It meant a lot to me.
I finally read your book. A fine piece of work. I knew you could do it.
Publishers are already planning a second edition.
It was a long lesson to learn. But you were right.
I'm not going back to Kingsport. I'm going to stay here at Green Gables and write.
The private girls school was too rough on you, was it? -No.
It's just that I went looking for my ideals outside of myself.
discovered it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.
The dreams dearest to my heart are right here.
Well, I hope you keep on dreaming.
It will be three years before I finish medical school,
and even then, there won't be any diamond sunbursts or marble halls.
I don't want any sunbursts or marble halls.
I just want you.