Gilbert Blythe: Anne Shirley. What in heck are you doing here?
Anne Shirley: [trying to sound dignified as she clings to a post in the lake] Fishing, for lake trout.
Gilbert Blythe: Fishing for lake trout?
ANNE: Well, if you must know, I was in Diana’s skiff but it sprang a leak and I had to climb onto the piling or sink. Now, if you’d be so kind as to row me to the landing.
GILBERT: Ah, I see. Well, then the fact is I rescued you.
ANNE: Help was on the way and I was calmly waiting for it.
GILBERT: You’re most welcome.
ANNE: I am grateful for your assistance, Mr. Blythe, even though it was not required. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my friends. They are likely overcome with fear for my life."