Trash. That's right, Anne Shirley, poor miserable trash that don't deserve no better.

Essie:

[after Mr. Hammond's death, comforts Mrs. Hammond]
There, there, Nora. He led a good life. You have to think about yourself and the young'uns now. Sell the mill and come and live with me. And what about the girl? She's a home child, isn't she? Mrs. Hammond:
[weeps]
Yes. Essie:
She'll have to go back to the orphanage. [Anne slowly approaches Mrs. Hammond] Anne Shirley:
Mrs. Hammond, you must know how much I want to be of help to you in your time of trial. I consider that a burden I must bear. Mrs. Hammond:
[miserably]
I was daft when I took you in. It's all your doing. None but yours. Anne Shirley:
[desperately]
I blame myself entirely, Mrs. Hammond. To have to wait an extra hour of lunch is a terrible burden on any man. I shall never overcome my grief, but going back to an orphanage would be more than I could bear. I beg of you, Mrs. Hammond, please let me stay with you! Essie:
[uncaringly]
Orphan children are all the same--trash. Mrs. Hammond:
Trash. That's right, Anne Shirley, poor miserable trash that don't deserve no better. [Anne sadly walks out closing the door]