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The
Avonlea
school
was
a
whitewashed
building
,
low
in
the
eaves
and
wide
in
the
windows
,
furnished
inside
with
comfortable
substantial
old
-
fashioned
desks
that
opened
and
shut
,
and
were
carved
all
over
their
lids
with
the
initials
and
hieroglyphics
of
three
generations
of
school
children
.
The
schoolhouse
was
set
back
from
the
road
and
behind
it
was
a
dusky
fir
wood
and
a
brook
where
all
the
children
put
their
bottles
of
milk
in
the
morning
to
keep
cool
and
sweet
until
dinner
hour
.
Marilla
had
seen
Anne
start
off
to
school
on
the
first
day
of
September
with
many
secret
misgivings
.
Anne
was
such
an
odd
girl
.
How
would
she
get
on
with
the
other
children
?
And
how
on
earth
would
she
ever
manage
to
hold
her
tongue
during
school
hours
?
Things
went
better
than
Marilla
feared
,
however
.
Anne
came
home
that
evening
in
high
spirits
.
“
I
think
I
’
m
going
to
like
school
here
,
”
she
announced
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
much
of
the
master
,
through
.
He
’
s
all
the
time
curling
his
mustache
and
making
eyes
at
Prissy
Andrews
.
Prissy
is
grown
up
,
you
know
.
She
’
s
sixteen
and
she
’
s
studying
for
the
entrance
examination
into
Queen
’
s
Academy
at
Charlottetown
next
year
.
Tillie
Boulter
says
the
master
is
dead
gone
on
her
.
She
’
s
got
a
beautiful
complexion
and
curly
brown
hair
and
she
does
it
up
so
elegantly
.
She
sits
in
the
long
seat
at
the
back
and
he
sits
there
,
too
,
most
of
the
time
—
to
explain
her
lessons
,
he
says
.
But
Ruby
Gillis
says
she
saw
him
writing
something
on
her
slate
and
when
Prissy
read
it
she
blushed
as
red
as
a
beet
and
giggled
;
and
Ruby
Gillis
says
she
doesn
’
t
believe
it
had
anything
to
do
with
the
lesson
.
”
“
Anne
Shirley
,
don
’
t
let
me
hear
you
talking
about
your
teacher
in
that
way
again
,
”
said
Marilla
sharply
.
“
You
don
’
t
go
to
school
to
criticize
the
master
.
I
guess
he
can
teach
you
something
,
and
it
’
s
your
business
to
learn
.
And
I
want
you
to
understand
right
off
that
you
are
not
to
come
home
telling
tales
about
him
.
That
is
something
I
won
’
t
encourage
.
I
hope
you
were
a
good
girl
.
”
“
Indeed
I
was
,
”
said
Anne
comfortably
.
“
It
wasn
’
t
so
hard
as
you
might
imagine
,
either
.
I
sit
with
Diana
.
Our
seat
is
right
by
the
window
and
we
can
look
down
to
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
.
There
are
a
lot
of
nice
girls
in
school
and
we
had
scrumptious
fun
playing
at
dinnertime
.
It
’
s
so
nice
to
have
a
lot
of
little
girls
to
play
with
.
But
of
course
I
like
Diana
best
and
always
will
.
I
adore
Diana
.
I
’
m
dreadfully
far
behind
the
others
.
They
’
re
all
in
the
fifth
book
and
I
’
m
only
in
the
fourth
.
I
feel
that
it
’
s
kind
of
a
disgrace
.
But
there
’
s
not
one
of
them
has
such
an
imagination
as
I
have
and
I
soon
found
that
out
.
We
had
reading
and
geography
and
Canadian
history
and
dictation
today
.
Mr
.
Phillips
said
my
spelling
was
disgraceful
and
he
held
up
my
slate
so
that
everybody
could
see
it
,
all
marked
over
.
I
felt
so
mortified
,
Marilla
;
he
might
have
been
politer
to
a
stranger
,
I
think
.
Ruby
Gillis
gave
me
an
apple
and
Sophia
Sloane
lent
me
a
lovely
pink
card
with
‘
May
I
see
you
home
?
’
on
it
.
I
’
m
to
give
it
back
to
her
tomorrow
.
And
Tillie
Boulter
let
me
wear
her
bead
ring
all
the
afternoon
.
Can
I
have
some
of
those
pearl
beads
off
the
old
pincushion
in
the
garret
to
make
myself
a
ring
?
And
oh
,
Marilla
,
Jane
Andrews
told
me
that
Minnie
MacPherson
told
her
that
she
heard
Prissy
Andrews
tell
Sara
Gillis
that
I
had
a
very
pretty
nose
.
Marilla
,
that
is
the
first
compliment
I
have
ever
had
in
my
life
and
you
can
’
t
imagine
what
a
strange
feeling
it
gave
me
.
Marilla
,
have
I
really
a
pretty
nose
?
I
know
you
’
ll
tell
me
the
truth
.
”
“
Your
nose
is
well
enough
,
”
said
Marilla
shortly
.
Secretly
she
thought
Anne
’
s
nose
was
a
remarkable
pretty
one
;
but
she
had
no
intention
of
telling
her
so
.
That
was
three
weeks
ago
and
all
had
gone
smoothly
so
far
.
And
now
,
this
crisp
September
morning
,
Anne
and
Diana
were
tripping
blithely
down
the
Birch
Path
,
two
of
the
happiest
little
girls
in
Avonlea
.
