01x10 - I Don't Know What Lies Around the Bend, but I'm Going to Believe That the Best Does

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Anne: I concluded my student days at Queen's

Anne: by winning a scholarship for my marks in English literature.

Anne: Matthew and Marilla were delighted,

Anne: and I came home to Green Gables to prepare for college.

Anne: That is, until one summer morning...

Marilla: It's a great help to have you, Anne. We aren't getting any younger.

Anne: Good morning, Matthew.

Matthew: Morning, Anne.

Anne: Here.

Anne: What do you think?

Matthew: Oh well, it tastes fine.More than fine.

Anne: I never knew cooking could be so much fun.

Marilla: Didn't you?

Anne: No.

Anne: The boarding house kitchen was so inconvenient.

Marilla: Then I suppose you won't mind doing all our cooking over summer vacation.

Anne: Indeed I won't.

Anne: I promise you I'll outdo myself.

Anne: Matthew? What is the matter?

Anne: Are you sick?

Anne: Matthew!

Marilla: Matthew! Matthew!

Anne: Matthew!

Anne: Matthew!

Marilla: Anne, tell Jerry to go for the doctor.

Marilla: Then run for the Barrys', and for Rachel, too.

Anne: All right.

Marilla: Matthew!

Anne: No.

Anne: No!

Anne: No!

Chapter

I Don't Know What LiesAround the Bend, but I'mGoing to Believe That theBest Does

Lynde: Oh, Marilla, I don't think—we can do anything for him.

Anne: You don't think—You can't think Matthew is—is—

Lynde: Child, yes,

Lynde: I'm afraid of it.

Doctor: Death was instantaneous and probably painless,

Doctor: caused in all likelihood by some sudden shock.

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Doctor: If you'll excuse me.

Marilla: Matthew.

Barry: Marilla.

Harmon: I see. It was that sudden, then.

Mourner: Keep your chin up now, Anne.

Anne: I'll be all right.

Marilla: Still...

Lynde: Yes, I know.

Barry: And in that case...

Diana: I'm coming in.

Diana: Anne dear, would you like to have me sleep with you tonight?

Anne: Thank you, Diana.

Anne: I think you won't misunderstand me when I say that I want to be alone.

Anne: I cannot believe that Matthew is dead.

Anne: Half the time it still doesn't seem possible.

Anne: I want to be quite silent and quiet and try to realize it.

Diana: I'll be downstairs. You must call when you need me.

Anne: I will.

Matthew: It was a girl.

Matthew: My girl that I'm proud of.

Marilla: There—there—don't cry so, dearie.

Marilla: It can't bring him back.

Marilla: It isn't right to cry so.

Anne: Oh, just let me cry, Marilla!

Anne: The tears don't hurt me like that ache did!

Anne: Oh, Marilla, how can Matthew be gone?

Anne: What will we do without him?

Marilla: We've got each other, Anne.

Marilla: I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here—if you'd never come.

Marilla: I know I've been kind of strict and harsh with you maybe,

Marilla: but you mustn't think I didn't love you as well as Matthew did, for all that.

Marilla: I want to tell you now when saying things out of my heart comes easier.

Marilla: I love you as dear as if you were my own flesh and blood

Marilla: and you've been my joy and comfort ever since you came to Green Gables.

Anne: I miss him so much.

Anne: All the time, Mrs. Allan.

Anne: And yet my heart dances just as it used to on finding little buds in the garden.

Anne: Today Diana said something funny and I found myself laughing.

Anne: And it somehow seems as if I oughtn't to.

Allan: Matthew liked to hear you laugh, didn't he?

Anne: Yes.

Allan: And didn't he like to know that you found pleasure in the little things around you?

Anne: He did.

Allan: If buds heal your heart, you should not close your heart to their influence.

Allan: We should enjoy this life as Matthew would have wanted to.

Anne: Yes.

Anne: I was down to the graveyard to plant a rosebush on Matthew's grave this afternoon.

Anne: Matthew always liked little white Scotch roses the best.

Anne: I hope he has roses like them in heaven.

Allan: I'm sure he does.

Anne: Perhaps the souls of his little white roses were all there to meet him.

Allan: Let us believe that they were.

Anne: I'm back, Marilla.

Marilla: It's good to see you, Anne.

Marilla: Is that honeysuckle?

Anne: Yes.

Anne: I like the delicious hint of fragrance.

Marilla: It does smell nice. Real sweet.

Marilla: Doctor Spencer was here while you were away.

Marilla: He says that the specialist will be in town tomorrow.

Anne: Oh, good. You must go in and have your eyes examined.

Marilla: You won't mind staying here alone while I'm away, will you?

Anne: I shall be all right. Diana will come over for company for me.

Anne: And you needn't fear that I'll mistake wine for cordial.

Marilla: What a girl you were for making mistakes in them days, Anne.

Marilla: Do you mind the time you dyed your hair?

Anne: Yes, indeed.

Anne: I laugh a little when I think what a worry my hair used to be to me.

Anne: But not much, because it was a very real trouble then.

Anne: I've given up fretting over my hair and freckles now.

Marilla: And a good thing, too.

Anne: Welcome home, Marilla.

Anne: Diana only just left.

Marilla: Oh, did she?

Anne: Are you very tired, Marilla?

Anne: Do you want to lie down?

Marilla: Yes—no—I don't know.

Anne: Did you see the oculist?

Anne: What did he say?

Marilla: He says to give up reading and sewing and any kind of work that strains the eyes.

Marilla: And I'm to be careful not to cry.

Marilla: If I wear the glasses he's given me, he thinks my eyes may not get any worse.

Marilla: But if I don't he says, I'll certainly be stone-blind in six months.

Marilla: Blind! Anne, just think of it!

Anne: Don't think of it.

Anne: You know he has given you hope.

Anne: If you are careful...

Marilla: I don't call it much hope.

Marilla: How can it be wrong to cry when we have just lost Matthew?

Marilla: What am I to do when I get lonesome?

Anne: What did Mr. Sadler want?

Marilla: He heard that I was going to sell Green Gables

Marilla: and he wants to buy it.

Anne: Sell it! Sell Green Gables?!

Marilla: I've thought it all over.

Marilla: If my eyes were strong, I could stay here and manage.

Marilla: But as it is, I can't.

Marilla: It won't bring much, but it'll be enough for me to live on, I reckon.

Marilla: I'm thankful you're provided for with that scholarship, Anne.

Marilla: I'm sorry you won't have a home to come to in your vacations, that's all.

Anne: You mustn't sell Green Gables, Marilla.

Marilla: I wish I didn't have to.

Anne: You won't have to stay here alone.

Anne: I'm not going to Redmond.

Marilla: Not going to Redmond!

Anne: I'm not going to take the scholarship.

Anne: You surely don't think I could leave you alone in your trouble, Marilla!

Anne: I've been thinking and planning.

Anne: Mr. Barry wants to rent the farm for next year.

Anne: And I'm going to teach.

Marilla: Why, what do you mean, Anne?

Anne: Just what I say.

Anne: I understand the Avonlea school is already promised to Gilbert Blythe,

Anne: but I can have the Carmody school.

Anne: That won't be as convenient, but I can drive myself over and back.

Anne: And even in winter, I can come home Fridays.

Anne: I'll make you good tea.

Anne: And I'll read to you.

Anne: You shan't be dull or lonesome.

Anne: We'll be real happy here together, you and I.

Marilla: I can't let you sacrifice yourself so for me.

Anne: There is no sacrifice.

Anne: Nothing could be worse than giving up Green Gables.

Anne: I am going to stay here and teach.

Anne: That's my ambition.

Anne: Besides, I mean to study at home here.

Anne: I'm going to be a good teacher—and I'm going to save your eyesight.

Marilla: But what about...

Anne: You can't prevent me.

Anne: I'm sixteen and a half, and every bit as obstinate as you!

Anne: Oh, Marilla, don't you go pitying me.

Anne: I'm heart glad over the very thought of staying at dear Green Gables.

Marilla: You blessed girl! I feel as if you'd given me new life.

Marilla: I guess I ought to stick out and make you go to college,

Marilla: but I know I can't, so I ain't going to try.

Marilla: I'll make it up to you though, Anne.

Anne: No, Marilla,

Anne: you really needn't.

Anne: Matthew,

Anne: I think I've come to a bend in the road.

Anne: I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does.

Anne: So keep your eye on me, Matthew.

Josie: Have you heard?

Josie: Anne Shirley's given up the idea of going to college.

Jimmy: What, really?

Josie: After all that studying and winning a scholarship,

Josie: she's going off to teach in Carmody.

Martin: Carmody? That's far.

Lynde: Hello!

Anne: Hello.

Lynde: Taking the air, are you?

Marilla: Yes.

Lynde: Well, Anne, I hear you've given up your notion of going to college.

Anne: Yes.

Lynde: That's a fine thing you've done. I was real glad to hear it.

Anne: Thank you, Mrs. Lynde.

Lynde: And you're going to teach?

Anne: Yes, in Carmody. It should be great fun.

Lynde: Funny. I heard the trustees decided to give you the school right here in Avonlea.

Anne: That can't be. I thought they had promised it to Gilbert Blythe.

Lynde: Gilbert Blythe withdrew his application.

Lynde: And he suggested that they accept yours. He's going to teach at White Sands.

Lynde: Of course he gave up the school just to oblige you,

Lynde: because he knew how much you wanted to stay with Marilla.

Lynde: I must say it was real kind in him,

Lynde: for he'll have his board to pay at White Sands,

Lynde: and he's got to earn his own way through college.

Anne: I... I don't think I ought to let Gilbert make such a sacrifice for—for me.

Lynde: I guess you can't prevent him now.

Lynde: He's signed papers with the White Sands trustees.

Lynde: Of course you'll take the Avonlea school.

Lynde: Gilbert wouldn't want you to refuse.

Lynde: Why, look at her run!

Lynde: There's a good deal of the child about her yet in some ways.

Marilla: There's a good deal more of the woman about her in others.

Lynde: Marilla Cuthbert, you've gotten mellow.

Gilbert's Mother: If it's Gilbert you want, he's gone out.

Anne: Where has he gone?

Gilbert's Mother: I don't know. He didn't say.

Anne: I see. Sorry to bother you.

Anne: Um...

Gilbert's Mother: Yes?

Anne: I heard about the Avonlea school.

Anne: I don't know how I can thank you.

Anne: I truly appreciate it.

Anne: Good evening.

Anne: Dear old world, you are very lovely,

Anne: and I am glad to be alive in you.

Anne: Gilbert!

Anne: I-I want to thank you for giving up the school for me.

Anne: It was very good of you.

Anne: And I want you to know that I appreciate it.

Gilbert: It wasn't particularly good of me at all, Anne.

Gilbert: I hope I was able to do you some small service.

Anne: You have.

Anne: I—

Gilbert: So—

Anne: You first, Gilbert.

Gilbert: All right.

Gilbert: So how about it, Anne? Have you really forgiven me for my old fault?

Anne: Of course.

Anne: I forgave you that day you rescued me here in your boat.

Anne: What a stubborn little goose I was.

Anne: I've been sorry ever since.

Gilbert: We are going to be the best of friends.

Gilbert: We were born to be good friends, Anne.

Gilbert: You've thwarted destiny long enough.

Anne: I'm home, Marilla.

Marilla: And good thing, too.

Marilla: Who were you talking with?

Anne: Gilbert. I met him by the Lake of Shining Waters and thanked him.

Marilla: I didn't think you were such good friends that you'd stand for half an hour talking.

Anne: We have decided that it will sensible to be good friends in future.

Anne: Were we really there half an hour?!

Anne: The year's at the spring,

Anne: And day's at the morn;

Anne: Morning's at seven;

Anne: The hill-side's dew-pearled;

Anne: The lark's on the wing;

Anne: The snail's on the thorn;

Anne: God's in his Heaven,

Anne: All's right with the world.

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