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"
No
,
I
wo
n't
,
young
woman
.
Any
one
who
has
gumption
knows
what
it
is
,
and
any
one
who
has
n't
can
never
know
what
it
is
.
So
there
is
no
need
of
defining
it
.
"
The
busy
days
flew
by
and
examinations
were
over
.
Anne
took
High
Honors
in
English
.
Priscilla
took
Honors
in
Classics
,
and
Phil
in
Mathematics
.
Stella
obtained
a
good
all-round
showing
.
Then
came
Convocation
.
"
This
is
what
I
would
once
have
called
an
epoch
in
my
life
,
"
said
Anne
,
as
she
took
Roy
's
violets
out
of
their
box
and
gazed
at
them
thoughtfully
.
She
meant
to
carry
them
,
of
course
,
but
her
eyes
wandered
to
another
box
on
her
table
.
It
was
filled
with
lilies-of-the-valley
,
as
fresh
and
fragrant
as
those
which
bloomed
in
the
Green
Gables
yard
when
June
came
to
Avonlea
.
Gilbert
Blythe
's
card
lay
beside
it
.
Anne
wondered
why
Gilbert
should
have
sent
her
flowers
for
Convocation
.
She
had
seen
very
little
of
him
during
the
past
winter
.
He
had
come
to
Patty
's
Place
only
one
Friday
evening
since
the
Christmas
holidays
,
and
they
rarely
met
elsewhere
.
She
knew
he
was
studying
very
hard
,
aiming
at
High
Honors
and
the
Cooper
Prize
,
and
he
took
little
part
in
the
social
doings
of
Redmond
.
Anne
's
own
winter
had
been
quite
gay
socially
.
She
had
seen
a
good
deal
of
the
Gardners
;
she
and
Dorothy
were
very
intimate
;
college
circles
expected
the
announcement
of
her
engagement
to
Roy
any
day
.
Anne
expected
it
herself
.
Yet
just
before
she
left
Patty
's
Place
for
Convocation
she
flung
Roy
's
violets
aside
and
put
Gilbert
's
lilies-of-the-valley
in
their
place
.
She
could
not
have
told
why
she
did
it
.
Somehow
,
old
Avonlea
days
and
dreams
and
friendships
seemed
very
close
to
her
in
this
attainment
of
her
long-cherished
ambitions
.
She
and
Gilbert
had
once
picturedout
merrily
the
day
on
which
they
should
be
capped
and
gowned
graduates
in
Arts
.
The
wonderful
day
had
come
and
Roy
's
violets
had
no
place
in
it
.
Only
her
old
friend
's
flowers
seemed
to
belong
to
this
fruition
of
old-blossoming
hopes
which
he
had
once
shared
.
For
years
this
day
had
beckoned
and
allured
to
her
;
but
when
it
came
the
one
single
,
keen
,
abiding
memory
it
left
with
her
was
not
that
of
the
breathless
moment
when
the
stately
president
of
Redmond
gave
her
cap
and
diploma
and
hailed
her
B.A.
;
it
was
not
of
the
flash
in
Gilbert
's
eyes
when
he
saw
her
lilies
,
nor
the
puzzled
pained
glance
Roy
gave
her
as
he
passed
her
on
the
platform
.
It
was
not
of
Aline
Gardner
's
condescending
congratulations
,
or
Dorothy
's
ardent
,
impulsive
good
wishes
.
It
was
of
one
strange
,
unaccountable
pang
that
spoiled
this
long-expected
day
for
her
and
left
in
it
a
certain
faint
but
enduring
flavor
of
bitterness
.
The
Arts
graduates
gave
a
graduation
dance
that
night
.
When
Anne
dressed
for
it
she
tossed
aside
the
pearl
beads
she
usually
wore
and
took
from
her
trunk
the
small
box
that
had
come
to
Green
Gables
on
Christmas
day
.
In
it
was
a
thread-like
gold
chain
with
a
tiny
pink
enamel
heart
as
a
pendant
.
On
the
accompanying
card
was
written
,
"
With
all
good
wishes
from
your
old
chum
,
Gilbert
.
"
Anne
,
laughing
over
the
memory
the
enamel
heart
conjured
up
the
fatal
day
when
Gilbert
had
called
her
"
Carrots
"
and
vainly
tried
to
make
his
peace
with
a
pink
candy
heart
,
had
written
him
a
nice
little
note
of
thanks
.
But
she
had
never
worn
the
trinket
.
Tonight
she
fastened
it
about
her
white
throat
with
a
dreamy
smile
.
She
and
Phil
walked
to
Redmond
together
.
Anne
walked
in
silence
;
Phil
chattered
of
many
things
.
Suddenly
she
said
,
