Read:Your Will Shall Decide Your Destiny

Matthew Cuthbert: Yah!

Marilla Cuthbert: You'll want to hurry and eat if you're to meet the train on time. I pray this isn't foolishness... but it's too late now. We made a practical decision; we'll just have to hope for the best.

With any luck, Mrs. Spencer will have picked out a good one; a hard worker and obedient like we asked for. I couldn't tolerate a lazy boy or a sullen boy. No, I couldn't abide it and I wouldn't. In spite of all the worry, I'm relieved to know that you'll have a regular hand about the place. You can't buy loyalty. You coming in sometime today?

Matthew Cuthbert, you must be in a state. Since when do you sit at the table without washing your hands? Let's not forget you were the one convinced of this plan. You've been set on it since winter, so there's no point fretting now. Not that I disagree, because I don't.

Will you be ready to set off as soon as you're finished here?

Matthew: I will.

Marilla: You can bet it won't take long for Rachel to come a-knocking. Lord knows she's got a hunger for gossip like a person starved.

Mrs. Hammond: I told you to have their supper on the table a half hour ago.

Anne Shirley: She needs her diaper changed, Mrs. Hammond. The stew is almost ready.

Mrs. Hammond: Did you milk the cow?

Anne: No. Not yet, but I...

Mrs. Hammond: Give her to me! You want these children to starve to death? Do something right for a change! You're more trouble than you're worth. Nothing but a miserable piece of trash! Hurry up! We'll see what Mr. Hammond has to say about this when he gets home.

Mrs. Spencer: Are you quite all right, dear?

Anne: I like imagining better than remembering. Why are the worst memories the most insistent?

Mrs. Spencer: I wouldn't know. Try to rest.

Anne: "If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, but your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends." I love Jane Eyre, don't you?

Mrs. Spencer: I never met her.

Anne: I'm glad you've woken. I have so many more questions for you about Green Gables.

Mrs. Spencer: I'm sure you do.

Anne: Why do you suppose neither of the Cuthberts ever married? Did either of them have a tragical romance?

Mrs. Spencer: It's none of our business.

Anne: But I'm bursting with curiosity!

Mrs. Spencer: Uh... Shhh.

Matthew: Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Lady: Afternoon.

Matthew: Sir.

Matthew: I wonder if you can help me. Is there a...

Stationmaster: Little girl? You didn't see her? She's just outside. Wouldn't come in. Darndest thing.

Matthew: But...

Stationmaster: Said she preferred to sit outside, because there was... What was it now? "More scope for the imagination." That was it. She's a case, I should say. I heard her talkin' to herself out there.

Matthew: It's a boy... that I have come for. Mrs. Spencer was to bring him over from the asylum for us.

Stationmaster: Mrs. Spencer got off the train with that strange snippet, gave her over to my charge. Said you'd be along for her presently. Well, that's all I know about it. I haven't got any more orphans concealed hereabouts.

Matthew: I, uh... I don't understand.

Stationmaster: Well, I'm sure the girl will be only too happy to tell you every little detail of what happened. She's got a tongue of her own, that's for certain. Good day to you.

Anne: I suppose you are Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables? I'm very glad to see you. I was beginning to be afraid that you weren't coming and I was imagining all the things that might have happened to prevent you. I'd made up my mind that if you didn't come for me, I'd go down the tracks to that big wild cherry tree and climb up into it and stay all night. I wouldn't be a bit afraid, and it would be lovely to sleep in a tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don't you think?

I can also imagine that I'm already a disappointment to you. I'm aware that I'm not much to look at, but even though I'm thin, I'm very strong. I want you to know that I'm forever grateful that you're adopting me.

You're a sight for sore eyes, Mr. Cuthbert.

Matthew: You best come along. Uh - ahem - I'll take your bag.

Anne: Oh, I can carry it. It isn't heavy. I've got all my worldly goods in it, but it isn't heavy. And if it isn't carried a certain way, it falls right open, so I better keep it. I've come to know the exact knack of it.

Anne: I am ecstatic beyond measure that I'm going to belong to you and your sister. Ecstatic! I've never belonged to anybody before. I mean, you and your sister are practically the stuff of fiction. Two hard-working, decent people, lonely all their lives in their silent house, longing for the love of a child. And I will strive to be just the best daughter that anybody could ever have. I'm sure that I can do it. To be honest, I haven't had much experience at it. I'm not usually brought into a house to be a daughter, so you can well imagine what a blessing this is and how much my heart is lifted.

And I've given it a lot of thought, and I am determined that I shall be obedient, and dutiful and yet lively enough so as to lighten up the place after you've lived for so many years without the delights of a happy child and the scope of her imagination.

Have you always wanted a daughter? Always in your heart of hearts? I read once that "a daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend." And it gives my heart a thrill to even say it aloud.

Oh, isn't she lovely? What's her name?

Matthew: Uh... that's, uh... the mare.

Anne: She doesn't have a name? But the right name is so important. She looks to me... like her name is Belle. Hello, Belle. You are a beauty, and I am sure we'll be great friends.

Matthew: Mare.

Anne: Bye, tree!

Anne: That cherry tree is my first friend here on the Island. What did that cherry tree, all white and lacy, make you think of?

Matthew: Well, now, um, I dunno.

Anne: Why, a bride, of course! A bride all in white with a misty veil. I've never seen one, but I imagine what she would look like. I never expect to be a bride myself. I'm so homely, nobody would ever want to marry me. Unless he was a foreign missionary. I suppose a foreign missionary mightn't be very particular. But I do hope someday I shall have a white dress, with beautiful puff sleeves. That is my highest ideal of earthly bliss.

Am I talking too much? People are always telling me that I do, and it seems to cause no end of aggravation. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so, I'll stop. I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

Matthew: I don't mind.

Anne: I'm so glad. I know you and I are going to get along together just fine. It's such a relief to talk when one wants to and not be told that children should be seen and not heard. I've had that said to me a million times if I have once. People would laugh at me because I use big words. But they're exciting and descriptive words, like... like "enraptured" and "glorious"! If you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?

Matthew: Well, uh... I suppose so.

Anne: For example: I am enraptured by this glorious landscape!

Matthew: Careful now. Careful.

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