[Pan the scenery-green hills, past a garden with golden clouds above. Distant laughter can be heard as the camera comes to the huge living room - 4 o'clock in the afternoon Tired Susan Baker around 60 years of age is sitting on a couch, where a beautiful cat with golden fur is sitting quietly by her. She picks up the newspaper, the Daily Enterprise- quickly turns from the first page that has the headline of Archduke Ferdinand Assassinated in Sarajevo, sits contentedly until the cat moves, by walking past her] SUSAN BAKER [Waving newspaper] Cat! --- [Continuing as Anne Blythe and Miss Cornelia return from the veranda] "The many friends of Miss Faith Meredith, Gerald Meredith, and James Blythe were very much pleased to welcome them home a few weeks ago from Redmond College. James Blythe, who was graduated in Arts in 1913, had just completed his first year in medicine." MISS CORNELIA Faith Meredith has really got to be the handsomest creature I ever saw. It's amazing how those children came one after Rosemary West went to the manse. People have almost forgotten what imps of mischief they were once. Anne, dearie, will you ever forget the way they used to carry on? It's really surprising how well Rosemary got on with them. She's more like a chum than a step-mother. They all love her, but Una adores her. As for that little Bruce, Una just makes a perfect slave of herself to him. Of course, he is a darling. But did you ever see any child look as much like an aunt as he looks like his Aunt Ellen? He's just as dark and just as emphatic. I can't see a feature of Rosemary in him. Norman Douglas always vows at the top of his voice that the stork meant Bruce for him and Ellen and took him to the manse by mistake. ANNE BLYTHE Bruce adores Jem. He follows Jem like a faithful little dog, looking up at him, from under his black brows. I believe he would do anything for Jem. MISS CORNELIA Are Jem and Faith going to make a match of it? ANNE BLYTHE [smiling] They are only good friends yet, Miss Cornelia. MISS CORNELIA Very good friends, believe me. SUSAN BAKER I think it is a shame to talk about children making matches. MISS CORNELIA You must not forget, Susan, that we old folks are not the only grown-up people in the world. SUSAN BAKER [ignoring Miss Cornelia's remarks] Walter Blythe, who has been teaching for the past two years at Lowbridge, has resigned. He intends going to Redmond this fall. MISS CORNELIA Is Walter quite strong enough for Redmond yet? Typhoid is a hard thing to get over, especially when one has had such a close shave as Walter had. I think he'd do well to stay out of college another year. But then he's so ambitious. Are Di and Nan going too? ANNE BLYTHE Yes; they both wanted to teach another year, but Gilbert thinks they had better go to Redmond this fall. MISS CORNELIA I'm glad of that. They'll keep an eye on Walter and see that he doesn't study too hard. I suppose [sigh, looking at Susan] that after the snub I got a few minutes ago, that it will not be safe for me to suggest that Jerry Meredith is making sheep's eyes at Nan. ANNE BLYTHE [laugh] Dear Miss Cornelia, I have my hands full, haven't I? -with all these boys and girls sweethearting around me? If I took it seriously it would quite crush me. But I don't-it is too hard yet to realize that they're grown up. When I look at those two tall sons of mine I wonder if they can possible be the fat, sweet, dimpled babies I kissed and cuddled and sang to slumber the other day-only the other day, Miss Cornelia. Wasn't Jem the dearest baby in the old House of Dreams? Now he's a B. A. and accused of courting. MISS CORNELIA We're all growing older. ANNE The only part of me that feels old is the ankle I broke when Josie Pye dared me to walk the Barry ridge-pole in the Green Gables days. I have an ache in it when the wind is east. I won't admit that it is rheumatism, but it does ache. As for the children, they and the Merediths are planning a delightful summer before they have to go back to studies in the fall. They are such a fun-loving little crowd. They keep this house in a perpetual whirl of merriment. MISS CORNELIA Is Rilla going to Queen's when Shirley goes back? ANNE BLYTHE It isn't decided yet. Her father thinks she is not quite strong enough-she has rather outgrown her strength-she's really absurdly tall for a girl not yet fifteen. I am not anxious to have her go-why, it would be terrible not to have a single one of my babies home with me next winter. Susan and I would fall to fighting to break the monotony. SUSAN BAKER [smiles at Anne's joke] MISS CORNELIA Does Rilla herself want to go? ANNE BLYTHE No. The truth is, Rilla is the only one of my flock who isn't ambitious. I really wish she had a little more ambition. She has no serious ideals at all-her sole aspiration seems to be to have a good time. SUSAN BAKER And why should she not have it, Mrs. Dr. dear? A young girl should have a good time, and that I will maintain. There will be time enough for her to think of Latin and Greek. ANNE BLYTHE I should like to see a little sense of responsibility in her, Susan. And you know yourself that she is abominably vain. SUSAN BAKER She has something to be vain about. She is the prettiest girl in Glen St. Mary. Do you think that all those over-harbour MacAllisters and Crawfords and Elliotts could scare up a skin like Rilla's in four generations? They could not. No, Mrs. Dr. dear, I know my place, but I cannot allow you to run down Rilla. Listen to this, Mrs. Marshall Elliott. "Miller Douglas has decided not to go West. He says old P. E. I. is good enough for him and he will continue to farm for his aunt, Mrs. Alec Davis." I have heard, Mrs. Marshall Elliott that Miller is courting Mary Vance. MISS CORNELIA [flushed] I won't have Miller hanging round Mary. He comes of a low family. His father was sort of outcast from the Douglases-and his mother was one of those terrible Dillons from Harbour Head. SUSAN BAKER I have heard, Mrs. Marshall Elliott, that Mary Vance's own parents were not what you could call aristocratic. MISS CORNELIA Mary Vance has had a good bringing up and she is a smart, clever, capable girl. She is not going to throw herself away on Miller Douglas, believe me! She knows my opinion on the matter and Mary has never disobeyed me yet. SUSAN BAKER Well, I do not think you need to worry, Mrs. Marshall Elliott, for Mrs. Alec Davis is as much against it as you could be, and says no nephew of hers is ever going to marry a nameless nobody like Mary Vance. "We are pleased to hear that Miss Oliver has been engaged as a teacher for another year. Miss Oliver will spend her well-earned vacation at her home in Lowbridge. ANNE BLYTHE I'm so glad Gertrude is going to stay. We would miss her horribly. And she has an excellent influence over Rilla, who worships her. They are chums, in spite of the difference in their ages. MISS CORNELIA I thought I heard she was going to be married? ANNE BLYTHE I believe it was talked of but I understand it is postponed for a year. MISS CORNELIA Who is the young man? ANNE BLYTHE Robert Grant. He is a young lawyer in Charlottetown. I hope Gertrude will be happy. She has had a sad life, with much bitterness in it, and she feels things with a terrible keenness. Her first youth is gone and she is practically alone in the world. This new love that has come into her life seems such a wonderful thing to her that I think she hardly dares believe in its permanence. When her marriage had to be put off she was quite in despair-though it certainly Mr. Grant's fault. There were complications in the settlement of his father's estate-his father died last winter-and he could not marry till the tangles were unraveled. But I think Gertrude felt it was a bad omen and that her happiness would somehow elude her yet. SUSAN BAKER It does not do, Mrs. Dr. dear, to set your affections too much on a man. ANNE BLYTHE Mr. Grant is quite as much in love with Gertrude as she is with him. It is not he whom she distrusts-it is fate. She has a little mystic streak in her-I suppose some people would call her superstitious. She has an odd belief in dreams and we have not been able to laugh it out of her. I must own, too, that some of her dreams-but there, it would not do to let Gilbert hear me hinting such heresy. SUSAN BAKER [exclamating] Hmm! ANNE BLYTHE What have you found of much interest Susan? SUSAN BAKER Listen to this Mrs. Dr. dear. "Mrs. Sophia Crawford has given up her house at Lowbridge and will make her home in future with her niece, Mrs. Albert Crawford." Why that is my own cousin Sophia, Mrs. Dr. dear. We quarreled when we were children over who should get a Sunday-school card with the words "God is Love," wreathed in rosebuds on it, and have never spoken to each other since. And now she is coming to live right across the road from us. ANNE BLYTHE You will have to make up the old quarrel, Susan. It will never do to be at outs with your neighbors. SUSAN BAKER Cousin Sophia began the quarrel, so she can begin the making up also, Mrs. Dr. dear. If she does I hope I am a good enough Christian to meet her half-way. She is not a cheerful person and has been a wet blanket all her life. The last time I saw her, her face had a thousand wrinkles-maybe more, maybe less-from worrying and foreboding. She howled dreadful at her first husband's funeral but she married again in less than a year. The next note, I see, describes the special service in our church last Sunday night and says the decorations were very beautiful. MISS CORNELIA That reminds me that Mr. Pryor strongly disapproves of flowers in church. I always said there would be trouble when that man moved here from Lowbridge. He should never have been put in as elder-it was a mistake and we shall live to rue it, believe me! I have heard that he has said that if the girls continue to "mess up the pulpit with weeds" that he will not go to church. SUSAN BAKER The church got on very well before old Whiskers-oh-the-moon came to the Glen and it is my opinion it will get on without him after he is gone. ANNE BLYTHE Who in the world gave him that ridiculous name? SUSAN BAKER Why, the Lowbridge boys have called him that ever since I can remember, Mrs. Dr. dear-I suppose because his face is so round and red, with that fringe of sandy whisker about it. It does not do for anyone to call him that in his hearing, though, and that you may tie to. But worse than his whiskers, Mrs. Dr. dear, he is a very unreasonable man and has a great many strange ideas. He is an elder now and they say he is very religious; but I can well remember the time, twenty years ago, when he was caught pasturing his cow in the Lowbridge graveyard. I always think of it when he is praying in meeting. Well, that is all the notes and there is not much else in the paper of my importance. I never take much interest in foreign parts. Who is this Archduke man who has been murdered? MISS CORNELIA What does it matter to us? Somebody is always murdering or being murdered in those Balkan States. It's their normal condition and I don't really think that our paper ought to print such shocking things. Well, I must be getting home. No, Anne dearie, it's no use asking me to stay to supper. Marshall has got to thinking that if I'm not home for a meal it's not worth eating-just like a man. Merciful goodness, Anne dearie, what is the matter with that cat? Is he having a fit? [Doc bounds to Miss Cornelia's feet, screaming, and jumps out the window] ANNE BLYTHE Oh, no. He's merely turning into Mr. Hyde-which means that we shall have rain or high wind before morning. Doc is as good as a barometer. SUSAN BAKER Well, I am thankful he has gone on the rampage outside this time and not into my kitchen. And I am going out to see about supper. With such a crowd as we have at Ingleside not it behooves us to think about our meals betimes. ___2___ [Rilla is swinging on the hammock, while Gertrude is sitting near her. Walter is reading a book close by. He puts down his book when he sees Dog Monday and begins to chase him.] RILLA BLYTHE Hasn't June been a delightful month? We've had such lovely times-and such lovely weather. It has just been perfect every way. GERTRUDE OLIVER I don't half like that. It's ominous-somehow. A perfect thing is a sort of compensation for what is coming afterwards. I've seen that so often that I don't care to hear people say they've had a perfect time. June has been delightful, though. RILLA BLYTHE Of course it hasn't been exciting. The only exciting thing that has happened in the Glen for a year was old Miss Mead fainting in church. Sometimes I wish something dramatic would happen once in awhile. GERTRUDE OLIVER Don't wish it. Dramatic things always have a bitterness for some one. What a nice summer all you lovely creatures will have! And me moping at Lowbridge! RILLA BLYTHE You'll be over often, won't you? There's going to be lots of fun this summer, thought I'll just be on the fringe of things as usual, I suppose. It's horrid when people think you're a little girl and you're not. GERTRUDE OLIVER There's plenty of time for you to be grown up, Rilla. Don't wish your youth away. It goes too quickly. You'll begin to taste life soon enough. RILLA BLYTHE Taste life! I want to eat it! I want everything-everything a girl can have. I'll be fifteen in another month, and then nobody can say I'm a child any longer. I heard someone say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life. I'm going to make them perfectly splendid-just fill them with fun. GERTRUDE OLIVER There's no use thinking about what you're going to do-you are tolerably sure not to do it. RILLA BLYTHE Oh, but you do get a lot of fun out of the thinking. GERTRUDE OLIVER You think of nothing but fun, you monkey. Well, what else is fifteen for? But have you any notion of going to college this fall? RILLA BLYTHE No-nor any other fall. I don't want to. I never cared for all those ologies and isms Nan and Di are so crazy about. There's five of us going to college already. Surely that's enough. There's bound to be one dunce in every family. I'm quite willing to be a dunce if I can be a pretty, popular, delightful one. I have no talent at all, and you can't imagine how comfortable it is. Nobody expects me to do anything. And I can't be a housewifely, cookly creature either. I hate sewing and dusting, and when Susan couldn't teach me how to make biscuits, nobody could. Father says I toil not neither do I spin. Therefore, I must be a lily of the field. [laughing] GERTRUDE OLIVER You are too young to give up studies altogether, Rilla. RILLA BLYTHE Oh, Mother will put me through a course of reading next winter. It will polish up her B. A. degree. Luckily I like reading. Don't look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest friend. I can't be sober and serious-everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me. Next month I'll be fifteen and next year sixteen-and then seventeen. Could anything be more enchanting? GERTRUDE OLIVER Rap wood. Rap wood, Rilla-my-Rilla. ___3____ RILLA BLYTHE The new day is knocking at the window. What will it bring us, I wonder. [Gertrude frowns upon this remark.] RILLA BLYTHE I think the nicest thing about days is their unexpectedness. It's jolly to wake up like this on a golden-fine morning and day-dream for ten minutes before I get up, imagining the heaps of splendid things that may happen before night. GERTRUDE OLIVER I hope something very unexpected will happen today. I hope news will come that way has been averted between Germany and France. RILLA BLYTHE Oh-yes. It will be dreadful if it isn't, I suppose. But it won't really matter much to us, will it? Miss Oliver, shall I wear my white dress tonight or my new green one? The green one is by far the prettier, of course, but I'm almost afraid to wear it to a shore dance for fear something will happen to it. And will you do my hair the new way? None of the other girls in the Glen wear it yet and it will make such a sensation. GERTRUDE OLIVER How did you induce your mother to let you go to the dance? RILLA BLYTHE Oh, Walter coaxed her over. He knew I would be heart-broken if I didn't go. It's my first really, truly grown-up party, Miss Oliver, and I've just lain awake at nights for a week thinking it over. When I saw the sun shining this morning I wanted to whoop for joy. It would be simply terrible if it rained tonight. I think I'll wear the green dress and risk it. I want to look my nicest at my first party. Besides, it's an inch longer than my white one. And I'll wear my silver slippers too. Mrs. Ford sent them to me last Christmas and I've never had a chance to wear them yet. They're the dearest things. Oh, Miss Oliver, I do hope some of the boys will ask me to dance. I shall die of mortification-truly I will, if nobody does and I have to sit stuck up against the wall all the evening. Of course Carl and Jerry can't dance because they're the minister's sons, or else I could depend on them to save me from utter disgrace. GERTRUDE OLIVER You'll have plenty of partners. All the over-harbour boys are coming. There'll be far more boys than girls. RILLA BLYTHE I'm glad I'm not a minister's daughter. [laughing] Poor Faith is so furious because she won't dare to dance tonight. Una doesn't care, of course. Somebody told Faith there would be a taffy-pull in the kitchen for those who didn't dance and you should have seen the face she made. So Faith and Jem will sit out on the rocks most of the evening, I suppose. Did you know that we are all to walk down as far as that little creek below the old House of Dreams and then sail to the light house? Won't it just be absolutely divine? GERTRUDE OLIVER [sarcastically] When I was fifteen I talked in italics and superlatives too. I think the party promises to be pleasant for young fry. I expect to to be bored. None of those boys will bother dancing with an old maid like me. Jem and Walter will take me out once out of charity. So you can't expect me to look forward to it with your touching rapture. RILLA BLYTHE Didn't you have a good time at your first party, though, Miss Oliver? GERTRUDE OLIVER No. I had a hateful time. I was shabby and homely and nobody asked me to dance except one boy, homelier and shabbier than myself. He was so awkward I hated him-and even he didn't ask me again. I had no real girlhood, Rilla. It's a sad loss. That's why I want you to have a splendid, happy girlhood. And I hope your first party will be one you'll remember all your life with pleasure. RILLA BLYTHE I dreamed last night I was at the dance and right in the middle of things I discovered I was dressed in my kimono and bedroom slippers. I woke up with a gasp of horror. GERTRUDE OLIVER Speaking of dreams, I had an odd one. It was one of those vivid dreams I sometimes have. They are not the vague jumble of ordinary dreams. They are clear cut and real as life. RILLA BLYTHE What was your dream? GERTRUDE OLIVER I was standing on the veranda steps, here at Ingleside, looking down over the fields of the Glen. All at once, far in the distance, I saw a long, silvery, glistening wave breaking over them. It came nearer and nearer-just a succession of little white waves like those that break on the sandshore sometimes. The Glen was being swallowed up. I thought, "Surely the waves will not come near Ingleside," but they came nearer and nearer-so rapidly-before I could move or call they were breaking right at my feet. And then everything was gone. There was nothing but a waste of stormy water where the Glen had been. I tried to draw back, and I saw that the edge of my dress was wet-with blood. And I woke shivering. I don't like the dream. There was some sinister significance in it. That kind of vivid dream always "comes true" with me. RILLA BLYTHE I hope it doesn't mean there's a storm coming up from the east to spoil the party. GERTRUDE OLIVER Incorrigible fifteen! No, Rilla, I don't think there is any danger that it foretells anything so awful as that. [Doctor Blythe is in the Ingleside living room with Jem, and Walter present. He is shown dropping the afternoon newspaper.] DOCTOR BLYTHE Oh, boy. Germany has declared war on France. This means that England will fight too, probably. And if she does-well, the Piper of your old fancy will have come at last, Walter. WALTER BLYTHE It wasn't a fancy. It was a presentiment, a vision. Jem, I really saw him for moment that evening long ago. Suppose England does fight? JEM BLYTHE Why, we'll all have to turn in and help her. We couldn't let the "old grey mother of the northern sea" fight it out alone, could we? But you can't go; the typhoid has done you out of that. We're the cubs. We've got to pitch in tooth and claws if it comes to a family tow. What an adventure it would be! But I suppose Grey or some of those wary old chaps will patch matters up at the eleventh hour. It'll be a rotten shame if they leave France in the lurch, though. If they don't, we'll see some fun. Well, I suppose it's time to get ready for the spree at the light. [Jem departs, whistling. Walter frowns, looking at the window. Clouds gather and became grayer, but the sky is full of color. Rilla is now shown leaning her head out of the window with yellow pansies in her hair. A flower falls and Rilla tries to catch it, in vain.] RILLA BLYTHE It's so beautifully calm. Isn't that splendid? We'll have a perfect night. Listen, Miss Oliver, I can hear those old bells in Rainbow Valley quite clearly. They've been hanging there for over ten years. GERTRUDE OLIVER Their wind chime always makes me think of the aerial, celestial music Adam and Eve heard in Milton's Eden. RILLA BLYTHE We used to have such fun in Rainbow Valley when we were children. [pause] I must run down to the kitchen before I go, and show myself off to Susan. She would never forgive me if I didn't. [Rilla walks over to Ingleside kitchen. Susan smiles, admiring silently.] COUSIN SOPHIA Is your hair all your own? RILLA BLYTHE [indignantly] Of course it is. COUSIN SOPHIA Ah well. It might be better for you if it wasn't! Such a lot hair takes from a person's strength. It's a sign of consumption, I've heard. Well, I never held with dancing. I knew a girl once who dropped dead while she was dancing. How could anyone ever dance again after a judgment like that, I cannot comprehend. RILLA BLYTHE Did she ever dance again? COUSIN SOPHIA I told you she dropped dead. Of course she never danced again, poor creature. She was a Kirke from Lowbridge. You ain't a-going off like that with nothing on your bare neck, are you? RILLA BLYTHE It's a hot evening. But I'll put on a scarf when we go on the water. COUSIN SOPHIA I knew a boat load of young folks who went sailing on that harbour forty years ago on such a night as this. They were upset and drowned, every last one of them. I hope nothing like that'll happen to you tonight. Do you ever try anything for the freckles? I used to find plantain juice real good. SUSAN BAKER You certainly should be a judge of freckles, Cousin Sophia. You were more speckled than any toad when you was a girl. Rilla's only come in summer, but yours stayed put, season in and season out; and you had not a ground colour like hers behind them neither. You look real nice, Rilla, and that way of fixing your hair is becoming. But you are not going to walk to the harbour in those slippers, are you? RILLA BLYTHE Oh, no. We'll all wear our old shoes to the harbour and carry our slippers. Do you like my dress, Susan? COUSIN SOPHIA It reminds me of a dress I wore when I was a girl. It was green and it was flounced from the waist to the hem. We didn't wear the skimpy things girls wear nowadays. Ah me, times has changed and not for the better I'm afraid. I tore a big hole in it that night and someone spilled a cup of tea all over it. Ruined it completely. But I hope nothing will happen to your dress. It ought to be a bit longer I'm thinking; your legs are so terrible long and thin. SUSAN BAKER Mrs. Dr. Blythe does not approve of little girls dressing like grown-up ones. [Rilla walks out insulted and joins Gertrude. Jem, Walter, Shirley, Nan, Di, and Rilla Blythe, and Gertrude Oliver walk towards the manse. Jerry, Carl, Faith and Una Meredith join them. Up the road, Mary Vance and Miranda Pryor join them. Carl Meredith walks with Miranda Pryor; Jem with Faith; Jerry with Nan; Di with Walter; Shirley with Una; Rilla and Gertrude walk to Jem to hear his conversation with Faith.] JEM BLYTHE The doctor lost both his legs. They were smashed to pulp and he was left on the field to die. He crawled about to all the wounded men round him as long as he could, and did everything possible to relieve their sufferings. He never thought pf himself. He was tying a bit of bandage round another man's leg when he went under. They found them there and the doctor's dead hands still held the bandage tight. The bleeding was stopped and the other man's life was saved. Some hero, wasn't he, Faith? I tell you when I read that- [Jem and Faith move out of hearing. Gertrude shivers.] RILLA BLYTHE Wasn't it dreadful, Miss Oliver? I don't know why Jem tells such gruesome things at a time like this when we're all out for fun. GERTRUDE OLIVER Do you think it dreadful, Rilla? I thought it wonderful, beautiful. Such a story makes one ashamed of ever doubting human nature. That man's action was godlike. And how humanity responds to the ideal of self-sacrifice. As for my shiver, I don't know what caused it. The evening is certainly warm enough. Perhaps someone is walking in the spot that is to be my grave. That is the explanation the old superstition would give. Well, I won't think of that on this lovely night. Do you know, Rilla, that when night-time comes I'm always glad I live in the country. We know the real charm of night here as town-dwellers never do. Every night is beautiful in the country, even the stormy ones. I love a wild night storm on this old gulf shore. As for a night like this, it is almost too beautiful; it belongs to youth and dreamland and I'm half afraid of it. RILLA BLYTHE I feel as if I were a part of it. GERTRUDE OLIVER Ah yes, you're young enough not to be afraid of perfect things. Well, here we are at the House of Dreams. It seems lonely this summer. The Fords didn't come? RILLA BLYTHE Mr. and Mrs. Ford and Persis didn't. Kenneth did, but he stayed with his mother's people over-harbour. We haven't seen a great deal of him this summer. He's a little lame, so he didn't go about very much. GERTRUDE OLIVER Lame? What happened to him? RILLA BLYTHE He broke his ankle in a football game last fall and was laid up most of the winter. He has limped a little ever since, but it is getting better all the time and he expects it will be all right before long. He has been up to Ingleside only twice. MARY VANCE Ethel Reese is simply crazy about him. She hasn't got the sense she was born with where he is concerned. He walked home with her from the over-harbour last prayer meeting night, and the airs she has put on since would really make you weary of life. As if a Toronto boy like Ken Ford would ever really think of a country girl like Ethel! [They reach the shore where a little pier stands. Two boats are tied to the pier. Jem races Joe Milgrave in a boat. Joe wins. Rilla walks up to the field where chinese lanterns hang to outline the dancing area. Someone asks her to dance.] __4__ KENNETH FORD Is this Rilla-my-Rilla? RILLA BLYTHE [lisping] Yeth. KENNETH FORD Can we have a dance? RILLA BLYTHE [almost too decidedly] Yes. [Kenneth and Rilla dance.] KENNETH FORD I think this game ankle of mine is good for one hop around, at least. RILLA BLYTHE How is your ankle? KENNETH FORD They tell me it will be as strong as ever in time, but I'll have to cut football out this fall. [Jack Elliott rushes onto the field. It grows quiet all of a sudden.] JACK ELLIOTT England has declared war on Germany today. GERTRUDE OLIVER Is this Armageddon? JACK ELLIOTT I'm afraid so. [It resumes to normal; dancing begins after a brief exclamation from the crowd. Walter leaves the dancing room as Jem comes in with Faith.] WALTER BLYTHE Have you heard the news, Jem? JEM BLYTHE Yes. The Piper has come. Hurrah! I knew England wouldn't leave France in the lurch. I've been trying to get Captain Josiah to hoist the flag, but he says it isn't proper caper till sunrise. Jack says they'll be calling for volunteers tomorrow. FAITH MEREDITH Oh, if only I were a man to go too! MARY VANCE [to Miller Douglas] What a fuss to make over nothing. What does it matter if there's going to be a war over there in Europe? I'm sure it doesn't concern us.
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