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“
Anne
,
I
’
m
gooder
than
I
used
to
be
.
”
“
Yes
,
indeed
you
are
,
Davy
,
”
said
Anne
,
who
never
hesitated
to
give
credit
where
credit
was
due
.
“
I
KNOW
I
’
m
gooder
,
”
said
Davy
confidently
,
“
and
I
’
ll
tell
you
how
I
know
it
.
Today
Marilla
give
me
two
pieces
of
bread
and
jam
,
one
for
me
and
one
for
Dora
.
One
was
a
good
deal
bigger
than
the
other
and
Marilla
didn
’
t
say
which
was
mine
.
But
I
give
the
biggest
piece
to
Dora
.
That
was
good
of
me
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
”
“
Very
good
,
and
very
manly
,
Davy
.
”
“
Of
course
,
”
admitted
Davy
,
“
Dora
wasn
’
t
very
hungry
and
she
only
et
half
her
slice
and
then
she
give
the
rest
to
me
.
But
I
didn
’
t
know
she
was
going
to
do
that
when
I
give
it
to
her
,
so
I
WAS
good
,
Anne
.
”
In
the
twilight
Anne
sauntered
down
to
the
Dryad
’
s
Bubble
and
saw
Gilbert
Blythe
coming
down
through
the
dusky
Haunted
Wood
.
She
had
a
sudden
realization
that
Gilbert
was
a
schoolboy
no
longer
.
And
how
manly
he
looked
—
the
tall
,
frank
-
faced
fellow
,
with
the
clear
,
straightforward
eyes
and
the
broad
shoulders
.
Anne
thought
Gilbert
was
a
very
handsome
lad
,
even
though
he
didn
’
t
look
at
all
like
her
ideal
man
.
She
and
Diana
had
long
ago
decided
what
kind
of
a
man
they
admired
and
their
tastes
seemed
exactly
similar
.
He
must
be
very
tall
and
distinguished
looking
,
with
melancholy
,
inscrutable
eyes
,
and
a
melting
,
sympathetic
voice
.
There
was
nothing
either
melancholy
or
inscrutable
in
Gilbert
’
s
physiognomy
,
but
of
course
that
didn
’
t
matter
in
friendship
!
Gilbert
stretched
himself
out
on
the
ferns
beside
the
Bubble
and
looked
approvingly
at
Anne
.
If
Gilbert
had
been
asked
to
describe
his
ideal
woman
the
description
would
have
answered
point
for
point
to
Anne
,
even
to
those
seven
tiny
freckles
whose
obnoxious
presence
still
continued
to
vex
her
soul
.
Gilbert
was
as
yet
little
more
than
a
boy
;
but
a
boy
has
his
dreams
as
have
others
,
and
in
Gilbert
’
s
future
there
was
always
a
girl
with
big
,
limpid
gray
eyes
,
and
a
face
as
fine
and
delicate
as
a
flower
.
He
had
made
up
his
mind
,
also
,
that
his
future
must
be
worthy
of
its
goddess
.
Even
in
quiet
Avonlea
there
were
temptations
to
be
met
and
faced
.
White
Sands
youth
were
a
rather
“
fast
”
set
,
and
Gilbert
was
popular
wherever
he
went
.
But
he
meant
to
keep
himself
worthy
of
Anne
’
s
friendship
and
perhaps
some
distant
day
her
love
;
and
he
watched
over
word
and
thought
and
deed
as
jealously
as
if
her
clear
eyes
were
to
pass
in
judgment
on
it
.
She
held
over
him
the
unconscious
influence
that
every
girl
,
whose
ideals
are
high
and
pure
,
wields
over
her
friends
;
an
influence
which
would
endure
as
long
as
she
was
faithful
to
those
ideals
and
which
she
would
as
certainly
lose
if
she
were
ever
false
to
them
.
In
Gilbert
’
s
eyes
Anne
’
s
greatest
charm
was
the
fact
that
she
never
stooped
to
the
petty
practices
of
so
many
of
the
Avonlea
girls
—
the
small
jealousies
,
the
little
deceits
and
rivalries
,
the
palpable
bids
for
favor
.
Anne
held
herself
apart
from
all
this
,
not
consciously
or
of
design
,
but
simply
because
anything
of
the
sort
was
utterly
foreign
to
her
transparent
,
impulsive
nature
,
crystal
clear
in
its
motives
and
aspirations
.
But
Gilbert
did
not
attempt
to
put
his
thoughts
into
words
,
for
he
had
already
too
good
reason
to
know
that
Anne
would
mercilessly
and
frostily
nip
all
attempts
at
sentiment
in
the
bud
—
or
laugh
at
him
,
which
was
ten
times
worse
.
