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reach the schoolhouse in time but without a second to spare. The



boys, who had to wrigglehastily down from the trees, were later;

and Anne, who had not been picking gum at all but was wandering



happily in the far end of the grove, waist deep among the

bracken, singing softly to herself, with a wreath of rice lilies



on her hair as if she were some wild divinity of the shadowy

places, was latest of all. Anne could run like a deer, however;



run she did with the impish result that she overtook the boys at

the door and was swept into the schoolhouse among them just as



Mr. Phillips was in the act of hanging up his hat.

Mr. Phillips's brief reforming energy was over; he didn't want



the bother of punishing a dozen pupils; but it was necessary to

do something to save his word, so he looked about for a scapegoat



and found it in Anne, who had dropped into her seat, gasping for

breath, with a forgotten lily wreathhanging askew over one ear



and giving her a particularly rakish and disheveled appearance.

"Anne Shirley, since you seem to be so fond of the boys' company



we shall indulge your taste for it this afternoon," he said

sarcastically. "Take those flowers out of your hair and sit with



Gilbert Blythe."

The other boys snickered. Diana, turning pale with pity, plucked



the wreath from Anne's hair and squeezed her hand. Anne stared

at the master as if turned to stone.



"Did you hear what I said, Anne?" queried Mr. Phillips sternly.

"Yes, sir," said Anne slowly "but I didn't suppose you really meant it."



"I assure you I did"--still with the sarcastic inflection which all

the children, and Anne especially, hated. It flicked on the raw.



"Obey me at once."

For a moment Anne looked as if she meant to disobey. Then,



realizing that there was no help for it, she rose haughtily,

stepped across the aisle, sat down beside Gilbert Blythe, and



buried her face in her arms on the desk. Ruby Gillis, who got a

glimpse of it as it went down, told the others going home from



school that she'd "acksually never seen anything like it--it was

so white, with awful little red spots in it."



To Anne, this was as the end of all things. It was bad enough to

be singled out for punishment from among a dozen equally guilty



ones; it was worse still to be sent to sit with a boy, but that

that boy should be Gilbert Blythe was heaping insult on injury to



a degree utterly unbearable. Anne felt that she could not bear

it and it would be of no use to try. Her whole being seethed



with shame and anger and humiliation.

At first the other scholars looked and whispered and giggled and



nudged. But as Anne never lifted her head and as Gilbert worked

fractions as if his whole soul was absorbed in them and them only,



they soon returned to their own tasks and Anne was forgotten.

When Mr. Phillips called the history class out Anne should have



gone, but Anne did not move, and Mr. Phillips, who had been

writing some verses "To Priscilla" before he called the class,



was thinking about an obstinate rhyme still and never missed her.

Once, when nobody was looking, Gilbert took from his desk a little



pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, "You are sweet," and

slipped it under the curve of Anne's arm. Whereupon Anne arose,



took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers,

dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel,



and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert.

When school went out Anne marched to her desk, ostentatiously took



out everything therein, books and writingtablet, pen and ink,

testament and arithmetic, and piled them neatly on her cracked slate.



"What are you taking all those things home for, Anne?" Diana

wanted to know, as soon as they were out on the road. She had



not dared to ask the question before.

"I am not coming back to school any more," said Anne.



Diana gasped and stared at Anne to see if she meant it.

"Will Marilla let you stay home?" she asked.



"She'll have to," said Anne. "I'll NEVER go to school to

that man again."



"Oh, Anne!" Diana looked as if she were ready to cry. "I do

think you're mean. What shall I do? Mr. Phillips will make me



sit with that horrid Gertie Pye--I know he will because she is

sitting alone. Do come back, Anne."



"I'd do almost anything in the world for you, Diana," said Anne sadly.

"I'd let myself be torn limb from limb if it would do you any good.



But I can't do this, so please don't ask it. You harrow up my very soul."

"Just think of all the fun you will miss," mourned Diana. "We



are going to build the loveliest new house down by the brook; and

we'll be playing ball next week and you've never played ball, Anne.






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