Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story Page #5

you to promise me

that someday

we'd go home

to raise

our family.

I don't think

I can walk any more

without something to eat, Gil.

I'm sorry.

How be

I take you

for a fine meal

somewhere?

A wiener in a bun would be fine.

You know, I forgot

to ask you how

things went for

you this morning.

Two, please.

Mm-hmm.

They... They offered me

an important editorial position.

Doc. Powell assured me that they

were interested in publishing...

there you

go, sir.

Could I have two for me?

Yes, ma'am.

You've got to continue

your own writing,

not working on

someone else is material.

It's all right.

I really want this job.

I intend to have Winfield

publish a book of mine

if it's the last thing I do.

Forever and forever.

Always forever.

Now and forever.

Forever into eternity,

by Anne Blythe.

By Anne Shirley.

Forever into eternity.

You'll jinx yourself

with insipid titles like that,

miss Shirley.

Don't be embarrassed.

Half the people in this building

are writing books

on their lunch hour.

You are...

Aren't you...

Jack Garrison.

It's, uh, it's a pleasure

to meet you, um...

All Mr. Owen ever talks about

is your latest manuscript.

A real page Turner

according to him.

That's one way of putting it,

seeing he hasn't

even seen it yet.

Will you pass

this material on to Mr. Owen?

It's the story outline

of my latest book,

according to the terms

of my contract.

Certainly.

My lawyer will follow up

before my next draft.

You know I have a few moments.

Why don't you tell me

about your story?

Maybe I can help you come up

with a decent title.

Well, um...

I haven't finished it yet.

I was hoping, if I came up with

a really gripping title,

it might twig further ideas.

Oh, no, no, no, you're going

about it all topsy-turvy.

You must absolutely always start

with a firm premise

and a solid ending.

Well... Actually,

I do have that.

It's the story

of a young teacher.

A missionary... set in the

himalayas...

who tames the heart

of a British colonel.

Oh, please.

I don't mean to laugh,

but you got

better ham in your sandwich.

Well, I've been reading

all of your works.

They tell me they want to find

the female bookend to you.

And I'm also condemned as a hack

in any literary circle.

Aim much higher

creatively, if you want

my opinion, miss Shirley.

Mr. Garrison's father

was the top writer

in the firm for years before

he died, miss Shirley.

Luckily, young

Mr. Garrison here has

followed his father's success.

No, true success

requires passion and a vision,

not just dollars

and cents, Mr. Owen.

Delightful as it has been,

miss Shirley, I do hope

we get to do this again.

Good day.

Good day.

Good luck.

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