That is the ugliest effing skirt dress I’ve ever seen.

DIANA: Of course you would take the long route when you’ve sprained your ankle. ANNE: I wouldn’t think of giving Gilbert Blythe the satisfaction of helping me! Why don’t we cut through here? It’s much shorter. DIANA: But you told me this forest was haunted. ANNE: I don’t think it’s haunted in daylight. DIANA: That doesn’t matter. It’s always dark in the forest. ANNE: Don’t be afraid, Diana. DIANA: What kind of ghosts would you say live in here? ANNE: I’m not sure there are any. I only imagined it was haunted because it seemed so romantic at the time. DIANA: What is it? Did you see a ghost? ANNE: My foot caught on something. DIANA: Charlie Sloan said that his grandmother saw his grandfather driving the cows home last year. ANNE: So? DIANA: His grandfather died two years ago. ANNE: There’s supposed to be a white lady who walked along the riverbank by Mr. Hammond’s sawmill, wringing her hands and wailing. The men never actually saw her. DIANA: Oh, Anne, don’t. ANNE: Perhaps she is now accompanied by Mr. Hammond who is looking for his lunch. No, I shouldn’t have said that. He may follow me here. DIANA: Oh, Anne, I’m scared. ANNE: So am I. Deliciously scared. Mrs. Hammond said she once felt the ghost of a murdered child creep up behind her and lay its icy fingers on her hand. DIANA: Charlie’s grandmother is a very religious woman, and I don’t think she would lie.