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Gilbert
Blythe
wasn
’
t
used
to
putting
himself
out
to
make
a
girl
look
at
him
and
meeting
with
failure
.
She
should
look
at
him
,
that
red
-
haired
Shirley
girl
with
the
little
pointed
chin
and
the
big
eyes
that
weren
’
t
like
the
eyes
of
any
other
girl
in
Avonlea
school
.
Gilbert
reached
across
the
aisle
,
picked
up
the
end
of
Anne
’
s
long
red
braid
,
held
it
out
at
arm
’
s
length
and
said
in
a
piercing
whisper
:
“
Carrots
!
Carrots
!
”
Then
Anne
looked
at
him
with
a
vengeance
!
She
did
more
than
look
.
She
sprang
to
her
feet
,
her
bright
fancies
fallen
into
cureless
ruin
.
She
flashed
one
indignant
glance
at
Gilbert
from
eyes
whose
angry
sparkle
was
swiftly
quenched
in
equally
angry
tears
.
“
You
mean
,
hateful
boy
!
”
she
exclaimed
passionately
.
“
How
dare
you
!
”
And
then
—
thwack
!
Anne
had
brought
her
slate
down
on
Gilbert
’
s
head
and
cracked
it
—
slate
not
head
—
clear
across
.
Avonlea
school
always
enjoyed
a
scene
.
This
was
an
especially
enjoyable
one
.
Everybody
said
“
Oh
”
in
horrified
delight
.
Diana
gasped
.
Ruby
Gillis
,
who
was
inclined
to
be
hysterical
,
began
to
cry
.
Tommy
Sloane
let
his
team
of
crickets
escape
him
altogether
while
he
stared
open
-
mouthed
at
the
tableau
.
Mr
.
Phillips
stalked
down
the
aisle
and
laid
his
hand
heavily
on
Anne
’
s
shoulder
.
“
Anne
Shirley
,
what
does
this
mean
?
”
he
said
angrily
.
Anne
returned
no
answer
.
