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“
It
’
s
so
nice
to
be
appreciated
,
”
sighed
Anne
rapturously
to
Marilla
that
night
.
The
girls
were
not
the
only
scholars
who
“
appreciated
”
her
.
When
Anne
went
to
her
seat
after
dinner
hour
—
she
had
been
told
by
Mr
.
Phillips
to
sit
with
the
model
Minnie
Andrews
—
she
found
on
her
desk
a
big
luscious
“
strawberry
apple
.
”
Anne
caught
it
up
all
ready
to
take
a
bite
when
she
remembered
that
the
only
place
in
Avonlea
where
strawberry
apples
grew
was
in
the
old
Blythe
orchard
on
the
other
side
of
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
.
Anne
dropped
the
apple
as
if
it
were
a
red
-
hot
coal
and
ostentatiously
wiped
her
fingers
on
her
handkerchief
.
The
apple
lay
untouched
on
her
desk
until
the
next
morning
,
when
little
Timothy
Andrews
,
who
swept
the
school
and
kindled
the
fire
,
annexed
it
as
one
of
his
perquisites
.
Charlie
Sloane
’
s
slate
pencil
,
gorgeously
bedizened
with
striped
red
and
yellow
paper
,
costing
two
cents
where
ordinary
pencils
cost
only
one
,
which
he
sent
up
to
her
after
dinner
hour
,
met
with
a
more
favorable
reception
.
Anne
was
graciously
pleased
to
accept
it
and
rewarded
the
donor
with
a
smile
which
exalted
that
infatuated
youth
straightway
into
the
seventh
heaven
of
delight
and
caused
him
to
make
such
fearful
errors
in
his
dictation
that
Mr
.
Phillips
kept
him
in
after
school
to
rewrite
it
.
But
as
,
The
Caesar
’
s
pageant
shorn
of
Brutus
’
bust
Did
but
of
Rome
’
s
best
son
remind
her
more
,
so
the
marked
absence
of
any
tribute
or
recognition
from
Diana
Barry
who
was
sitting
with
Gertie
Pye
embittered
Anne
’
s
little
triumph
.
“
Diana
might
just
have
smiled
at
me
once
,
I
think
,
”
she
mourned
to
Marilla
that
night
.
But
the
next
morning
a
note
most
fearfully
and
wonderfully
twisted
and
folded
,
and
a
small
parcel
were
passed
across
to
Anne
.
Dear
Anne
(
ran
the
former
)
Mother
says
I
’
m
not
to
play
with
you
or
talk
to
you
even
in
school
.
It
isn
’
t
my
fault
and
don
’
t
be
cross
at
me
,
because
I
love
you
as
much
as
ever
.
I
miss
you
awfully
to
tell
all
my
secrets
to
and
I
don
’
t
like
Gertie
Pye
one
bit
.
I
made
you
one
of
the
new
bookmarkers
out
of
red
tissue
paper
.
They
are
awfully
fashionable
now
and
only
three
girls
in
school
know
how
to
make
them
.
When
you
look
at
it
remember
