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Anne
worked
hard
and
steadily
.
Her
rivalry
with
Gilbert
was
as
intense
as
it
had
ever
been
in
Avonlea
school
,
although
it
was
not
known
in
the
class
at
large
,
but
somehow
the
bitterness
had
gone
out
of
it
.
Anne
no
longer
wished
to
win
for
the
sake
of
defeating
Gilbert
;
rather
,
for
the
proud
consciousness
of
a
well
-
won
victory
over
a
worthy
foeman
.
It
would
be
worth
while
to
win
,
but
she
no
longer
thought
life
would
be
insupportable
if
she
did
not
.
In
spite
of
lessons
the
students
found
opportunities
for
pleasant
times
.
Anne
spent
many
of
her
spare
hours
at
Beechwood
and
generally
ate
her
Sunday
dinners
there
and
went
to
church
with
Miss
Barry
.
The
latter
was
,
as
she
admitted
,
growing
old
,
but
her
black
eyes
were
not
dim
nor
the
vigor
of
her
tongue
in
the
least
abated
.
But
she
never
sharpened
the
latter
on
Anne
,
who
continued
to
be
a
prime
favorite
with
the
critical
old
lady
.
“
That
Anne
-
girl
improves
all
the
time
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
get
tired
of
other
girls
—
there
is
such
a
provoking
and
eternal
sameness
about
them
.
Anne
has
as
many
shades
as
a
rainbow
and
every
shade
is
the
prettiest
while
it
lasts
.
I
don
’
t
know
that
she
is
as
amusing
as
she
was
when
she
was
a
child
,
but
she
makes
me
love
her
and
I
like
people
who
make
me
love
them
.
It
saves
me
so
much
trouble
in
making
myself
love
them
.
”
Then
,
almost
before
anybody
realized
it
,
spring
had
come
;
out
in
Avonlea
the
Mayflowers
were
peeping
pinkly
out
on
the
sere
barrens
where
snow
-
wreaths
lingered
;
and
the
“
mist
of
green
”
was
on
the
woods
and
in
the
valleys
.
But
in
Charlottetown
harassed
Queen
’
s
students
thought
and
talked
only
of
examinations
.
“
It
doesn
’
t
seem
possible
that
the
term
is
nearly
over
,
”
said
Anne
.
“
Why
,
last
fall
it
seemed
so
long
to
look
forward
to
—
a
whole
winter
of
studies
and
classes
.
And
here
we
are
,
with
the
exams
looming
up
next
week
.
Girls
,
sometimes
I
feel
as
if
those
exams
meant
everything
,
but
when
I
look
at
the
big
buds
swelling
on
those
chestnut
trees
and
the
misty
blue
air
at
the
end
of
the
streets
they
don
’
t
seem
half
so
important
.
”
Jane
and
Ruby
and
Josie
,
who
had
dropped
in
,
did
not
take
this
view
of
it
.
To
them
the
coming
examinations
were
constantly
very
important
indeed
—
far
more
important
than
chestnut
buds
or
Maytime
hazes
.
It
was
all
very
well
for
Anne
,
who
was
sure
of
passing
at
least
,
to
have
her
moments
of
belittling
them
,
but
when
your
whole
future
depended
on
them
—
as
the
girls
truly
thought
theirs
did
—
you
could
not
regard
them
philosophically
.
“
I
’
ve
lost
seven
pounds
in
the
last
two
weeks
,
”
sighed
Jane
.
“
It
’
s
no
use
to
say
don
’
t
worry
.
I
will
worry
.
Worrying
helps
you
some
—
it
seems
as
if
you
were
doing
something
when
you
’
re
worrying
.
It
would
be
dreadful
if
I
failed
to
get
my
license
after
going
to
Queen
’
s
all
winter
and
spending
so
much
money
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
care
,
”
said
Josie
Pye
.
“
If
I
don
’
t
pass
this
year
I
’
m
coming
back
next
.
My
father
can
afford
to
send
me
Anne
,
Frank
Stockley
says
that
Professor
Tremaine
said
Gilbert
Blythe
was
sure
to
get
the
medal
and
that
Emily
Clay
would
likely
win
the
Avery
scholarship
.
”
