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“
Gilbert
looks
awfully
determined
.
I
suppose
he
’
s
making
up
his
mind
,
here
and
now
,
to
win
the
medal
.
What
a
splendid
chin
he
has
!
I
never
noticed
it
before
.
I
do
wish
Jane
and
Ruby
had
gone
in
for
First
Class
,
too
.
I
suppose
I
won
’
t
feel
so
much
like
a
cat
in
a
strange
garret
when
I
get
acquainted
,
though
.
I
wonder
which
of
the
girls
here
are
going
to
be
my
friends
.
It
’
s
really
an
interesting
speculation
.
Of
course
I
promised
Diana
that
no
Queen
’
s
girl
,
no
matter
how
much
I
liked
her
,
should
ever
be
as
dear
to
me
as
she
is
;
but
I
’
ve
lots
of
second
-
best
affections
to
bestow
.
I
like
the
look
of
that
girl
with
the
brown
eyes
and
the
crimson
waist
.
She
looks
vivid
and
red
-
rosy
;
there
’
s
that
pale
,
fair
one
gazing
out
of
the
window
.
She
has
lovely
hair
,
and
looks
as
if
she
knew
a
thing
or
two
about
dreams
.
I
’
d
like
to
know
them
both
—
know
them
well
—
well
enough
to
walk
with
my
arm
about
their
waists
,
and
call
them
nicknames
.
But
just
now
I
don
’
t
know
them
and
they
don
’
t
know
me
,
and
probably
don
’
t
want
to
know
me
particularly
.
Oh
,
it
’
s
lonesome
!
”
It
was
lonesomer
still
when
Anne
found
herself
alone
in
her
hall
bedroom
that
night
at
twilight
.
She
was
not
to
board
with
the
other
girls
,
who
all
had
relatives
in
town
to
take
pity
on
them
.
Miss
Josephine
Barry
would
have
liked
to
board
her
,
but
Beechwood
was
so
far
from
the
Academy
that
it
was
out
of
the
question
;
so
Miss
Barry
hunted
up
a
boarding
-
house
,
assuring
Matthew
and
Marilla
that
it
was
the
very
place
for
Anne
.
“
The
lady
who
keeps
it
is
a
reduced
gentlewoman
,
”
explained
Miss
Barry
.
“
Her
husband
was
a
British
officer
,
and
she
is
very
careful
what
sort
of
boarders
she
takes
.
Anne
will
not
meet
with
any
objectionable
persons
under
her
roof
.
The
table
is
good
,
and
the
house
is
near
the
Academy
,
in
a
quiet
neighborhood
.
”
All
this
might
be
quite
true
,
and
indeed
,
proved
to
be
so
,
but
it
did
not
materially
help
Anne
in
the
first
agony
of
homesickness
that
seized
upon
her
.
She
looked
dismally
about
her
narrow
little
room
,
with
its
dull
-
papered
,
pictureless
walls
,
its
small
iron
bedstead
and
empty
book
-
case
;
and
a
horrible
choke
came
into
her
throat
as
she
thought
of
her
own
white
room
at
Green
Gables
,
where
she
would
have
the
pleasant
consciousness
of
a
great
green
still
outdoors
,
of
sweet
peas
growing
in
the
garden
,
and
moonlight
falling
on
the
orchard
,
of
the
brook
below
the
slope
and
the
spruce
boughs
tossing
in
the
night
wind
beyond
it
,
of
a
vast
starry
sky
,
and
the
light
from
Diana
’
s
window
shining
out
through
the
gap
in
the
trees
.
Here
there
was
nothing
of
this
;
Anne
knew
that
outside
of
her
window
was
a
hard
street
,
with
a
network
of
telephone
wires
shutting
out
the
sky
,
the
tramp
of
alien
feet
,
and
a
thousand
lights
gleaming
on
stranger
faces
.
She
knew
that
she
was
going
to
cry
,
and
fought
against
it
.
“
I
won
’
t
cry
.
It
’
s
silly
—
and
weak
—
there
’
s
the
third
tear
splashing
down
by
my
nose
.
There
are
more
coming
!
I
must
think
of
something
funny
to
stop
them
.
But
there
’
s
nothing
funny
except
what
is
connected
with
Avonlea
,
and
that
only
makes
things
worse
—
four
—
five
—
I
’
m
going
home
next
Friday
,
but
that
seems
a
hundred
years
away
.
Oh
,
Matthew
is
nearly
home
by
now
—
and
Marilla
is
at
the
gate
,
looking
down
the
lane
for
him
—
six
—
seven
—
eight
—
oh
,
there
’
s
no
use
in
counting
them
!
They
’
re
coming
in
a
flood
presently
.
I
can
’
t
cheer
up
—
I
don
’
t
want
to
cheer
up
.
It
’
s
nicer
to
be
miserable
!
”
The
flood
of
tears
would
have
come
,
no
doubt
,
had
not
Josie
Pye
appeared
at
that
moment
.
In
the
joy
of
seeing
a
familiar
face
Anne
forgot
that
there
had
never
been
much
love
lost
between
her
and
Josie
.
As
a
part
of
Avonlea
life
even
a
Pye
was
welcome
.
“
I
’
m
so
glad
you
came
up
,
”
Anne
said
sincerely
.
“
You
’
ve
been
crying
,
”
remarked
Josie
,
with
aggravating
pity
.
“
I
suppose
you
’
re
homesick
—
some
people
have
so
little
self
-
control
in
that
respect
.
I
’
ve
no
intention
of
being
homesick
,
I
can
tell
you
.
Town
’
s
too
jolly
after
that
poky
old
Avonlea
.
I
wonder
how
I
ever
existed
there
so
long
.
You
shouldn
’
t
cry
,
Anne
;
it
isn
’
t
becoming
,
for
your
nose
and
eyes
get
red
,
and
then
you
seem
all
red
.
I
’
d
a
perfectly
scrumptious
time
in
the
Academy
today
.
Our
French
professor
is
simply
a
duck
.
His
moustache
would
give
you
kerwollowps
of
the
heart
.
Have
you
anything
eatable
around
,
Anne
?
I
’
m
literally
starving
.
Ah
,
I
guessed
likely
Marilla
‘
d
load
you
up
with
cake
.
That
’
s
why
I
called
round
.
Otherwise
I
’
d
have
gone
to
the
park
to
hear
the
band
play
with
Frank
Stockley
.
He
boards
same
place
as
I
do
,
and
he
’
s
a
sport
.
He
noticed
you
in
class
today
,
and
asked
me
who
the
red
-
headed
girl
was
.
I
told
him
you
were
an
orphan
that
the
Cuthberts
had
adopted
,
and
nobody
knew
very
much
about
what
you
’
d
been
before
that
.
