Anne of Green Gables Page #2

graveyard of buried hopes, now.

That's a sentence I read once...

and I say it over to comfort myself

in these times that try the soul.

We've had 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.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Cadbury.

Thank you with all my heart.

It's not my wish to reward

rebelliousness, but...

for the good of discipline,

it seems that I must.

Perhaps this new family of yours can shatter

this dream world that you live in.

Now, get into your

nightgown and go to bed.

Are you waiting for someone, Miss?

I am, thank you.

Would you prefer to sit in

the ladies' waiting room?

No, I prefer to sit here.

There's so much more

scope for the imagination.

Thank you just the same.

As you like, Miss.

Thomas!

Isn't that Matthew

Cuthbert driving that buggy?

Appears to be.

Well, he never goes to

town this time of year,...

and he never wears a

suit except in church.

Maybe he's going courting.

Don't be so utterly ridiculous, Thomas.

He's not going fast enough for a doctor.

Oh, my afternoon is spoiled!

I won't have a moments peace 'til

I know what that man is up to.

Wearing his suit.

Marilla is simply going to

have to explain all this.

You, who. Marilla.

Ah, Rachel, good morning.

And how are all the Lyndes?

Oh, we're alright as rain, Marilla,...

but I was kind of worried about you when

I saw your brother drive by just now.

Oh, I'm fine. Just fine.

Appreciate the concern though.

But he was in his suit...

and smoking his pipe.

Well, I don't mind so long as he smokes his

pipe in the great outdoors and not in my kitchen.

He was in his suit.

Yes, Rachel.

Well, Matthew never goes

to town this time of year.

Matthew wasn't going to town.

Oh, don't keep me in such suspense.

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.

A boy?! You can't be serious.

Well, you don't know anything about raising

children. Whatever put such an idea into your head?

Well...

Matthew is 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.

I shall be surprised at

nothing after this. Nothing.

We told her to fix us up with

a little boy, eleven or twelve...

Old enough to do the chores, and

young enough to be brought up properly.

You know I pride myself

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