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“
I
daresay
even
the
English
earl
himself
wouldn
’
t
have
turned
up
his
aristocratic
nose
at
Marilla
’
s
plum
preserves
,
”
said
Anne
proudly
.
Anne
did
not
mention
the
misfortune
which
had
befallen
HER
nose
when
she
related
the
day
’
s
history
to
Marilla
that
evening
.
But
she
took
the
bottle
of
freckle
lotion
and
emptied
it
out
of
the
window
.
“
I
shall
never
try
any
beautifying
messes
again
,
”
she
said
,
darkly
resolute
.
“
They
may
do
for
careful
,
deliberate
people
;
but
for
anyone
so
hopelessly
given
over
to
making
mistakes
as
I
seem
to
be
it
’
s
tempting
fate
to
meddle
with
them
.
”
School
opened
and
Anne
returned
to
her
work
,
with
fewer
theories
but
considerably
more
experience
.
She
had
several
new
pupils
,
six
-
and
seven
-
year
-
olds
just
venturing
,
round
-
eyed
,
into
a
world
of
wonder
.
Among
them
were
Davy
and
Dora
.
Davy
sat
with
Milty
Boulter
,
who
had
been
going
to
school
for
a
year
and
was
therefore
quite
a
man
of
the
world
.
Dora
had
made
a
compact
at
Sunday
School
the
previous
Sunday
to
sit
with
Lily
Sloane
;
but
Lily
Sloane
not
coming
the
first
day
,
she
was
temporarily
assigned
to
Mirabel
Cotton
,
who
was
ten
years
old
and
therefore
,
in
Dora
’
s
eyes
,
one
of
the
“
big
girls
.
”
“
I
think
school
is
great
fun
,
”
Davy
told
Marilla
when
he
got
home
that
night
.
“
You
said
I
’
d
find
it
hard
to
sit
still
and
I
did
.
.
.
you
mostly
do
tell
the
truth
,
I
notice
.
.
.
but
you
can
wriggle
your
legs
about
under
the
desk
and
that
helps
a
lot
.
It
’
s
splendid
to
have
so
many
boys
to
play
with
.
I
sit
with
Milty
Boulter
and
he
’
s
fine
.
He
’
s
longer
than
me
but
I
’
m
wider
.
It
’
s
nicer
to
sit
in
the
back
seats
but
you
can
’
t
sit
there
till
your
legs
grow
long
enough
to
touch
the
floor
.
Milty
drawed
a
picture
of
Anne
on
his
slate
and
it
was
awful
ugly
and
I
told
him
if
he
made
pictures
of
Anne
like
that
I
’
d
lick
him
at
recess
.
I
thought
first
I
’
d
draw
one
of
him
and
put
horns
and
a
tail
on
it
,
but
I
was
afraid
it
would
hurt
his
feelings
,
and
Anne
says
you
should
never
hurt
anyone
’
s
feelings
.
It
seems
it
’
s
dreadful
to
have
your
feelings
hurt
.
It
’
s
better
to
knock
a
boy
down
than
hurt
his
feelings
if
you
MUST
do
something
.
Milty
said
he
wasn
’
t
scared
of
me
but
he
’
d
just
as
soon
call
it
somebody
else
to
‘
blige
me
,
so
he
rubbed
out
Anne
’
s
name
and
printed
Barbara
Shaw
’
s
under
it
.
Milty
doesn
’
t
like
Barbara
‘
cause
she
calls
him
a
sweet
little
boy
and
once
she
patted
him
on
his
head
.
”
Dora
said
primly
that
she
liked
school
;
but
she
was
very
quiet
,
even
for
her
;
and
when
at
twilight
Marilla
bade
her
go
upstairs
to
bed
she
hesitated
and
began
to
cry
.
“
I
’
m
.
.
.
I
’
m
frightened
,
”
she
sobbed
.
“
I
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
go
upstairs
alone
in
the
dark
.
”
“
What
notion
have
you
got
into
your
head
now
?
”
demanded
Marilla
.
“
I
’
m
sure
you
’
ve
gone
to
bed
alone
all
summer
and
never
been
frightened
before
.
”
Dora
still
continued
to
cry
,
so
Anne
picked
her
up
,
cuddled
her
sympathetically
,
and
whispered
,
