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It
was
October
again
when
Anne
was
ready
to
go
back
to
school
—
a
glorious
October
,
all
red
and
gold
,
with
mellow
mornings
when
the
valleys
were
filled
with
delicate
mists
as
if
the
spirit
of
autumn
had
poured
them
in
for
the
sun
to
drain
—
amethyst
,
pearl
,
silver
,
rose
,
and
smoke
-
blue
.
The
dews
were
so
heavy
that
the
fields
glistened
like
cloth
of
silver
and
there
were
such
heaps
of
rustling
leaves
in
the
hollows
of
many
-
stemmed
woods
to
run
crisply
through
.
The
Birch
Path
was
a
canopy
of
yellow
and
the
ferns
were
sear
and
brown
all
along
it
.
There
was
a
tang
in
the
very
air
that
inspired
the
hearts
of
small
maidens
tripping
,
unlike
snails
,
swiftly
and
willingly
to
school
;
and
it
was
jolly
to
be
back
again
at
the
little
brown
desk
beside
Diana
,
with
Ruby
Gillis
nodding
across
the
aisle
and
Carrie
Sloane
sending
up
notes
and
Julia
Bell
passing
a
“
chew
”
of
gum
down
from
the
back
seat
.
Anne
drew
a
long
breath
of
happiness
as
she
sharpened
her
pencil
and
arranged
her
picture
cards
in
her
desk
.
Life
was
certainly
very
interesting
.
In
the
new
teacher
she
found
another
true
and
helpful
friend
.
Miss
Stacy
was
a
bright
,
sympathetic
young
woman
with
the
happy
gift
of
winning
and
holding
the
affections
of
her
pupils
and
bringing
out
the
best
that
was
in
them
mentally
and
morally
.
Anne
expanded
like
a
flower
under
this
wholesome
influence
and
carried
home
to
the
admiring
Matthew
and
the
critical
Marilla
glowing
accounts
of
schoolwork
and
aims
.
“
I
love
Miss
Stacy
with
my
whole
heart
,
Marilla
.
She
is
so
ladylike
and
she
has
such
a
sweet
voice
.
When
she
pronounces
my
name
I
feel
instinctively
that
she
’
s
spelling
it
with
an
E
.
We
had
recitations
this
afternoon
.
I
just
wish
you
could
have
been
there
to
hear
me
recite
‘
Mary
,
Queen
of
Scots
.
’
I
just
put
my
whole
soul
into
it
.
Ruby
Gillis
told
me
coming
home
that
the
way
I
said
the
line
,
‘
Now
for
my
father
’
s
arm
,
’
she
said
,
‘
my
woman
’
s
heart
farewell
,
’
just
made
her
blood
run
cold
.
”
“
Well
now
,
you
might
recite
it
for
me
some
of
these
days
,
out
in
the
barn
,
”
suggested
Matthew
.
“
Of
course
I
will
,
”
said
Anne
meditatively
,
“
but
I
won
’
t
be
able
to
do
it
so
well
,
I
know
.
It
won
’
t
be
so
exciting
as
it
is
when
you
have
a
whole
schoolful
before
you
hanging
breathlessly
on
your
words
.
I
know
I
won
’
t
be
able
to
make
your
blood
run
cold
.
”
“
Mrs
.
Lynde
says
it
made
her
blood
run
cold
to
see
the
boys
climbing
to
the
very
tops
of
those
big
trees
on
Bell
’
s
hill
after
crows
’
nests
last
Friday
,
”
said
Marilla
.
“
I
wonder
at
Miss
Stacy
for
encouraging
it
.
”
“
But
we
wanted
a
crow
’
s
nest
for
nature
study
,
”
explained
Anne
.
“
That
was
on
our
field
afternoon
.
Field
afternoons
are
splendid
,
Marilla
.
And
Miss
Stacy
explains
everything
so
beautifully
.
We
have
to
write
compositions
on
our
field
afternoons
and
I
write
the
best
ones
.
”
“
It
’
s
very
vain
of
you
to
say
so
then
.
You
’
d
better
let
your
teacher
say
it
.
”
“
But
she
did
say
it
,
Marilla
.
And
indeed
I
’
m
not
vain
about
it
.
How
can
I
be
,
when
I
’
m
such
a
dunce
at
geometry
?
Although
I
’
m
really
beginning
to
see
through
it
a
little
,
too
.
Miss
Stacy
makes
it
so
clear
.
Still
,
I
’
ll
never
be
good
at
it
and
I
assure
you
it
is
a
humbling
reflection
.
But
I
love
writing
compositions
.
