Anne of Green Gables Page #3

on speaking my mind.

And let me tell you, I think you're

doing a mighty risky thing.

I wish you'd consulted me first.

Well, it was just last

week, I read in the paper...

where a couple took a boy from an orphan

asylum and he set fire to their house at night.

On purpose.

Burnt them to a crisp in their beds.

Well, I won't say that I

haven't had my qualms, Rachel.

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.

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.

Well, we are not getting a girl.

Woap.

Oh, how do, Matthew?

Hello, Angus.

Is the afternoon train due soon?

Well, been and gone a half an hour ago.

There was a passenger

dropped off for you.

She's waiting for you on the platform.

She?

Not to worry, Matthew.

I don't think she bites.

Well, it's a boy I've come for.

Oh, she won't have

any trouble explaining.

She has a tongue of her own.

I suppose you're Mr. Matthew Cuthbert.

My name is Anne Shirley.

Anne is spelled with an "e."

I was beginning to be afraid you

weren't coming for me today,...

so I made up my mind to climb up that big,

wild cherry tree and wait for you till morning.

It would be lovely to sleep in a cherry tree

all silvery in the moonshine, don't you think?

Oh, yes it would.

I mean, no.

I mean, there's been a big mistake.

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.

I'm sorry I was late.

No, 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 at all the sort of luggage I imagine

the Lady of Shalott would travel with,...

...but of course hers would be suited to

a horse-drawn pavilion and not a train.

Oh, 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 gonna

live with you and belong to you.

I've never really belonged

to anyone before,...

and the asylum was the worst

place I've lived in yet.

Mrs. Spencer says it was wicked of me to

talk like that, but I don't mean to be wicked.

It's just so easy to be wicked

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