Anne of Green Gables Page #4

without knowing it, isn't it?

Am I talking too much?

Oh, people are always telling me I do, and

I can stop if I make my mind up to do it.

You can talk all you like. I don't mind.

Oh, I know you and I are going to

get along just fine, Mr. Cuthbert.

I love this place already.

I always heard that Prince Edward Island

was the most beautiful place in Canada,..

and I used to imagine I was living here.

This is the first dream that

has ever come true for me.

It's always been one of my

dreams to live by the sea.

These red roads are so peculiar.

When we got into the train at Charlottetown

and the red roads began to flash past,...

I asked Mrs. Spencer

what made them red,...

and she said she didn't know and for pity's

sake not to ask her any more questions.

Dreams don't often come

true, do they Mr. Cuthbert?

Just now, I feel pretty

nearly perfectly happy.

I can't feel exactly

perfectly happy, because,...

what color would you call this?

Red?

Red. That's why I can't

ever be perfectly happy.

I know I'm skinny and a little

freckled and my eyes are green.

I can imagine I have a

beautiful rose-leaf complexion...

and lovely, starry violet eyes,...

but I cannot imagine my red hair away.

It'll be my life-long sorrow.

I read of a girl in a novel

once who was divinely beautiful.

Have you ever imagined what it must

be like to be divinely beautiful?

Oh, I have often.

Which would you rather be?

Divinely beautiful, or dazzlingly

clever, or angelically good?

Well, I don't know.

Neither do I.

I know I'll never be angelically good...

Mrs. Spencer says I talk so much that...

Mr. Cuthbert.

Mr. Cuthbert, what is this place called?

The Avenue.

Pretty, ain't it?

Pretty doesn't seem

the right word to use.

Nor beautiful either;

it don't go far enough.

It is wonderful. Wonderful.

They shouldn't call this

lovely place, "The Avenue"!

There's no meaning in a name like that.

They should call it,

"White Way of Delight."

This is far more glorious than

I could ever have imagined.

That's Barry's pond.

Oh, no.

This is the Lake of Shining Waters.

That's its rightful name.

Do things like this ever give

you a thrill, Mr. Cuthbert?

Well,...

picking up them ugly white

grubs in the cucumber bed.

Yes, I can see how that

could be very thrilling.

Woap.

Green Gables, yonder.

I've pinched myself so many times

today to make sure that this was real.

But it is real and we're nearly home.

I'm overwhelmed.

Matthew Cuthbert, who is that?

It's a girl.

I can see that. Where's the boy?

There weren't any. Just her.

I figured we just couldn't leave her

there no matter what the mistake was.

You figured?

Oh, this is a fine kettle of fish.

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