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“
It
won
’
t
do
,
”
said
Mr
.
Harrison
,
“
won
’
t
do
at
all
,
Anne
.
‘
Spare
the
rod
and
spoil
the
child
.
’
When
I
went
to
school
the
master
whipped
me
regular
every
day
because
he
said
if
I
wasn
’
t
in
mischief
just
then
I
was
plotting
it
.
”
“
Methods
have
changed
since
your
schooldays
,
Mr
.
Harrison
.
”
“
But
human
nature
hasn
’
t
.
Mark
my
words
,
you
’
ll
never
manage
the
young
fry
unless
you
keep
a
rod
in
pickle
for
them
.
The
thing
is
impossible
.
”
“
Well
,
I
’
m
going
to
try
my
way
first
,
”
said
Anne
,
who
had
a
fairly
strong
will
of
her
own
and
was
apt
to
cling
very
tenaciously
to
her
theories
.
“
You
’
re
pretty
stubborn
,
I
reckon
,
”
was
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
way
of
putting
it
.
“
Well
,
well
,
we
’
ll
see
Someday
when
you
get
riled
up
.
.
.
and
people
with
hair
like
yours
are
desperate
apt
to
get
riled
.
.
.
you
’
ll
forget
all
your
pretty
little
notions
and
give
some
of
them
a
whaling
.
You
’
re
too
young
to
be
teaching
anyhow
.
.
.
far
too
young
and
childish
.
”
Altogether
,
Anne
went
to
bed
that
night
in
a
rather
pessimistic
mood
.
She
slept
poorly
and
was
so
pale
and
tragic
at
breakfast
next
morning
that
Marilla
was
alarmed
and
insisted
on
making
her
take
a
cup
of
scorching
ginger
tea
.
Anne
sipped
it
patiently
,
although
she
could
not
imagine
what
good
ginger
tea
would
do
.
Had
it
been
some
magic
brew
,
potent
to
confer
age
and
experience
,
Anne
would
have
swallowed
a
quart
of
it
without
flinching
.
“
Marilla
,
what
if
I
fail
!
”
“
You
’
ll
hardly
fail
completely
in
one
day
and
there
’
s
plenty
more
days
coming
,
”
said
Marilla
.
“
The
trouble
with
you
,
Anne
,
is
that
you
’
ll
expect
to
teach
those
children
everything
and
reform
all
their
faults
right
off
,
and
if
you
can
’
t
you
’
ll
think
you
’
ve
failed
.
”
When
Anne
reached
the
school
that
morning
.
.
.
for
the
first
time
in
her
life
she
had
traversed
the
Birch
Path
deaf
and
blind
to
its
beauties
.
.
.
all
was
quiet
and
still
.
The
preceding
teacher
had
trained
the
children
to
be
in
their
places
at
her
arrival
,
and
when
Anne
entered
the
schoolroom
she
was
confronted
by
prim
rows
of
“
shining
morning
faces
”
and
bright
,
inquisitive
eyes
.
She
hung
up
her
hat
and
faced
her
pupils
,
hoping
that
she
did
not
look
as
frightened
and
foolish
as
she
felt
and
that
they
would
not
perceive
how
she
was
trembling
.
