Anne of Green Gables: The Sequel

Where is sleep?

"Over the mountains of the moon,

down the valley of the shadow,

'neath the waves of the deep Gulf stream,"

replied the handsome Duke

in dark,

languid tones.

In dark...

Languid tones.

Dark, foreboding...

Foreboding tones.

He fervently stroked her alabaster brow,

and she fell under his cloak of darkness.

Morgan, look.

Do you think she needs help?

Are you a...

A journalist?

No, a teacher.

No, I'm a writer.

Actually I write books.

Oh. Books.

Books.

I hope nothing's spoiled, or missing.

Doesn't matter. I keep it all filed away

in my imagi-nation anyway.

Morgan.

Morgan, we'll be late for our luncheon.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Children: No more pencils, no more books,

no more teacher's dirty looks

bye, Barbara Shaw.

Don't forget your lunch pail.

Girl: Bye, Shirley. Bye.

Bye, Jacob.

Good luck in your job at the smithy.

Children: Goodbye, miss Shirley.

! Goodbye, miss Shirley. Bye-bye.

Goodbye, miss Shirley, see you next year.

Goodbye, miss Shirley. Goodbye, minnie may.

Good bye, miss Shirley.

Is that how you smoke it?

Don't you know anything?

You gotta lick it to make the paper stick.

What do you want?

My mama says smoking makes your mouth brown

and your ears stick out.

Your mother's an old windbag.

No she is not.

I'm going to tell miss Shirley you two have been smoking.

You do and I'll lock you up and sic my dog on you.

Will not. You can't catch me.

Help! Let's see how you like being locked up,

you little tattletale.

Let me go! Let me go!

I'm gonna tell on you two.

Let me go. I'm gonna tell on you two.

You two are bad boys. I'm gonna tell...

See how you like that, you little tattletale.

Yeah, and we're gonna sic his dog on you

if you say anything.

Help!

Minnie may:

I want out!

Why, minnie may!

Anthony pye and Tommy bell locked me in

'cause I was going to tell on those two.

They were smoking cigarettes.

And Anthony's gonna sic his watchdog on me.

He'll do no such thing.

Now you run along. Your mother will be wondering where you are.

All right, miss Shirley.

Oh, good day, miss Shirley.

Good afternoon, Mr. Pye.

Must be glad school's out.

I hope my Anthony behaved himself this year.

Anthony's grades have been quite good.

And he is well- liked by everyone.

I understand from minnie may Barry,

you have an excellent watchdog looking out for you, Anthony.

Oh, and that's a fact.

No foxes around our chicken Coop this year, miss Shirley.

A finer watchdog you'll never see.

So minnie may was just telling me.

Oh, and thank you, Anthony, for volun-teering with Tommy

to whitewash the outhouse for me next Monday.

I hear you two are excellent painters.

I'll be seeing you then, Monday morning at 9:00 o'clock.

Good day.

You're offo do some painting then, Anthony, are you?

I'm sorry. I know you're closed, Mrs. Harrison,

but I promised marilla I'd pick up the mail in town today.

The postman, he left a registered card in our box yesterday.

Lucky you caught us, Anne Shirley.

Don't know if I've seen anything come through today though.

No. No, ma'am, nothing for green gables.

But I have a registered card, Mrs. Sloane.

Oh. Just a minute now.

Oh, that's right.

I remember one of them big Manila envelopes

that you've been sending out recently

did come back yesterday,

registered mail.

That is right. Let's see.

Right! Yes, here it is here. Now...

Can't see a thing without my glasses.

Got your name on it all right.

Curtis publishing company, Boston.

Ain't they magazine people?

Must be a complimentary subscription or some such nuisance.

Thanks so much for letting me in.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Harrison, Mrs. Sloane.

So! Ah!

This is why you keep disap-pearing on me

every time I plan to pick you up after school.

Gilbert blythe!

All this secrecy.

You never have time to speak to your friends any more.

Oh, you give that back or I won't speak to you again.

Well, if you're going to be so touchy.

Thank you.

You know, people think you've been acting very peculiarly lately,

and I might as well tell you so.

Why didn't you show up at the carmody spring festival?

I saved a spot for you at our table.

I was busy. I was trying to get my finals marked.

Anne, you had your finals marked and poed with the board before I did.

What are you up to?

Nothing!

This is a complete- ly personal matter.

I suppose it must be if you can't keep your word any more.

Good grief!

You know how to try one's Patience, don't you?

Gil: Don't get up on your high horse with me, Anne Shirley.

I cycled all the way from carmody to tell you something

I found out about Diana Barry today.

You are a real pill, Gilbert blythe.

What about Diana Barry?

Uh-uh, not until you spill the beans.

You won't say anything to your folks,

or Jane Andrews, or Charlie Sloane?

On my honour.

And you promise you won't ever tease me about this?

I wouldn't risk your anger.

Dear miss Shirley:

We regret to return the enclosed manuscript, "averil's atonement",

but are unable to accept it for publication.

Sincerely yours,

woman's home journal magazine?

You know the story I wrote this spring?

I'm attempting to have it published.

Anne, that's tremendous!

Listen to this, everybody,

avonlea's public school teacher,

soon to become world famous Canadian author...

It hasn't happened yet, you fool.

And don't you dare tell anyone.

Now what's all the fuss about Diana Barry?

Well, from what I understand,

she's going on an extended vacation this summer.

Is that all?

Where is she going?

You mean with whom is she going?

All right. With whom then?

What difference does it make?

Fred Wright obvi-ously makes a lot of difference to her.

He's proposed and Diana has accepted.

Proposed?

Charlie Sloane found out from Fred himself.

Roly-poly Fred Wright?

But they hardly know each other.

Of all the stupid, sentimental things for Diana to do.

I didn't even know it was like this.

She probably only accepted

because Fred was the first person to ever ask her.

Don't be silly. Fred's a terrific fellow.

Well, he better steer clear of me.

He has no business waltzing in,

stealing my best friend.

You're not jealous, are you?

No.

Just disappointed.

Why do people have to grow up...

And marry... change.

Oh, you'd change.

If someone ever admitted that they were head over heels for you,

you'd be swept off your feet in a moment.

I would not.

And I defy anyone who would try and make me change.

You do?

Last one to the bridge is a stuffed goose.

Cheaters never prosper, Anne Shirley.

Boy: Watch out, rover.

Gil: Whoo!

You've got it now, miss Shirley.

Anne/gil:

Anne: Oh, I'm sorry, Diana.

Sorry, um...

But Gil, he's...

He fell in the brook and...