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P
.
.
.
p
.
.
.
p
.
.
.
lease
,
m
.
.
.
m
.
.
.
miss
,
”
he
began
.
“
Do
as
I
tell
you
,
Joseph
,
without
any
words
about
it
.
”
“
B
.
.
.
b
.
.
.
but
m
.
.
.
m
.
.
.
miss
.
.
.
th
.
.
.
th
.
.
.
they
’
re
.
.
.
”
gasped
Joe
in
desperation
.
“
Joseph
,
are
you
going
to
obey
me
or
are
you
NOT
?
”
said
Anne
.
A
bolder
and
more
self
-
possessed
lad
than
Joe
Sloane
would
have
been
overawed
by
her
tone
and
the
dangerous
flash
of
her
eyes
.
This
was
a
new
Anne
whom
none
of
her
pupils
had
ever
seen
before
.
Joe
,
with
an
agonized
glance
at
St
.
Clair
,
went
to
the
stove
,
opened
the
big
,
square
front
door
,
and
threw
the
blue
and
white
parcel
in
,
before
St
.
Clair
,
who
had
sprung
to
his
feet
,
could
utter
a
word
.
Then
he
dodged
back
just
in
time
.
For
a
few
moments
the
terrified
occupants
of
Avonlea
school
did
not
know
whether
it
was
an
earthquake
or
a
volcanic
explosion
that
had
occurred
.
The
innocent
looking
parcel
which
Anne
had
rashly
supposed
to
contain
Mrs
.
Hiram
’
s
nut
cakes
really
held
an
assortment
of
firecrackers
and
pinwheels
for
which
Warren
Sloane
had
sent
to
town
by
St
.
Clair
Donnell
’
s
father
the
day
before
,
intending
to
have
a
birthday
celebration
that
evening
.
The
crackers
went
off
in
a
thunderclap
of
noise
and
the
pinwheels
bursting
out
of
the
door
spun
madly
around
the
room
,
hissing
and
spluttering
.
Anne
dropped
into
her
chair
white
with
dismay
and
all
the
girls
climbed
shrieking
upon
their
desks
.
Joe
Sloane
stood
as
one
transfixed
in
the
midst
of
the
commotion
and
St
.
Clair
,
helpless
with
laughter
,
rocked
to
and
fro
in
the
aisle
.
Prillie
Rogerson
fainted
and
Annetta
Bell
went
into
hysterics
.
It
seemed
a
long
time
,
although
it
was
really
only
a
few
minutes
,
before
the
last
pinwheel
subsided
.
Anne
,
recovering
herself
,
sprang
to
open
doors
and
windows
and
let
out
the
gas
and
smoke
which
filled
the
room
.
Then
she
helped
the
girls
carry
the
unconscious
Prillie
into
the
porch
,
where
Barbara
Shaw
,
in
an
agony
of
desire
to
be
useful
,
poured
a
pailful
of
half
frozen
water
over
Prillie
’
s
face
and
shoulders
before
anyone
could
stop
her
.
It
was
a
full
hour
before
quiet
was
restored
.
.
.
but
it
was
a
quiet
that
might
be
felt
.
Everybody
realized
that
even
the
explosion
had
not
cleared
the
teacher
’
s
mental
atmosphere
.
Nobody
,
except
Anthony
Pye
,
dared
whisper
a
word
.
Ned
Clay
accidentally
squeaked
his
pencil
while
working
a
sum
,
caught
Anne
’
s
eye
and
wished
the
floor
would
open
and
swallow
him
up
.
The
geography
class
were
whisked
through
a
continent
with
a
speed
that
made
them
dizzy
.
The
grammar
class
were
parsed
and
analyzed
within
an
inch
of
their
lives
.
Chester
Sloane
,
spelling
“
odoriferous
”
with
two
f
’
s
,
was
made
to
feel
that
he
could
never
live
down
the
disgrace
of
it
,
either
in
this
world
or
that
which
is
to
come
.
Anne
knew
that
she
had
made
herself
ridiculous
and
that
the
incident
would
be
laughed
over
that
night
at
a
score
of
tea
-
tables
,
but
the
knowledge
only
angered
her
further
.
In
a
calmer
mood
she
could
have
carried
off
the
situation
with
a
laugh
but
now
that
was
impossible
;
so
she
ignored
it
in
icy
disdain
.
