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"
"
I
like
you
a
big
bit
--
and
I
think
you
're
a
dear
,
sweet
,
adorable
,
velvety
,
clawless
,
little
--
kitten
,
"
laughed
Anne
,
"
but
I
do
n't
see
when
you
ever
get
time
to
learn
your
lessons
.
"
Phil
must
have
found
time
for
she
held
her
own
in
every
class
of
her
year
.
Even
the
grumpy
old
professor
of
Mathematics
,
who
detested
coeds
,
and
had
bitterly
opposed
their
admission
to
Redmond
,
could
n't
floor
her
.
She
led
the
freshettes
everywhere
,
except
in
English
,
where
Anne
Shirley
left
her
far
behind
.
Anne
herself
found
the
studies
of
her
Freshman
year
very
easy
,
thanks
in
great
part
to
the
steady
work
she
and
Gilbert
had
put
in
during
those
two
past
years
in
Avonlea
.
This
left
her
more
time
for
a
social
life
which
she
thoroughly
enjoyed
.
But
never
for
a
moment
did
she
forget
Avonlea
and
the
friends
there
.
To
her
,
the
happiest
moments
in
each
week
were
those
in
which
letters
came
from
home
.
It
was
not
until
she
had
got
her
first
letters
that
she
began
to
think
she
could
ever
like
Kingsport
or
feel
at
home
there
.
Before
they
came
,
Avonlea
had
seemed
thousands
of
miles
away
;
those
letters
brought
it
near
and
linked
the
old
life
to
the
new
so
closely
that
they
began
to
seem
one
and
the
same
,
instead
of
two
hopelessly
segregated
existences
.
The
first
batch
contained
six
letters
,
from
Jane
Andrews
,
Ruby
Gillis
,
Diana
Barry
,
Marilla
,
Mrs.
Lynde
and
Davy
.
Jane
's
was
a
copperplate
production
,
with
every
"
t
"
nicely
crossed
and
every
"
i
"
precisely
dotted
,
and
not
an
interesting
sentence
in
it
.
She
never
mentioned
the
school
,
concerning
which
Anne
was
avid
to
hear
;
she
never
answered
one
of
the
questions
Anne
had
asked
in
her
letter
.
But
she
told
Anne
how
many
yards
of
lace
she
had
recently
crocheted
,
and
the
kind
of
weather
they
were
having
in
Avonlea
,
and
how
she
intended
to
have
her
new
dress
made
,
and
the
way
she
felt
when
her
head
ached
.
Ruby
Gillis
wrote
a
gushing
epistle
deploring
Anne
's
absence
,
assuring
her
she
was
horribly
missed
in
everything
,
asking
what
the
Redmond
"
fellows
"
were
like
,
and
filling
the
rest
with
accounts
of
her
own
harrowing
experiences
with
her
numerous
admirers
.
It
was
a
silly
,
harmless
letter
,
and
Anne
would
have
laughed
over
it
had
it
not
been
for
the
postscript
.
"
Gilbert
seems
to
be
enjoying
Redmond
,
judging
from
his
letters
,
"
wrote
Ruby
.
"
I
do
n't
think
Charlie
is
so
stuck
on
it
.
"
So
Gilbert
was
writing
to
Ruby
!
Very
well
.
He
had
a
perfect
right
to
,
of
course
.
Only
--
!!
Anne
did
not
know
that
Ruby
had
written
the
first
letter
and
that
Gilbert
had
answered
it
from
mere
courtesy
.
She
tossed
Ruby
's
letter
aside
contemptuously
.
But
it
took
all
Diana
's
breezy
,
newsy
,
delightful
epistle
to
banish
the
sting
of
Ruby
's
postscript
.
Diana
's
letter
contained
a
little
too
much
Fred
,
but
was
otherwise
crowded
and
crossed
with
items
of
interest
,
and
Anne
almost
felt
herself
back
in
Avonlea
while
reading
it
.
Marilla
's
was
a
rather
prim
and
colorless
epistle
,
severely
innocent
of
gossip
or
emotion
.
Yet
somehow
it
conveyed
to
Anne
a
whiff
of
the
wholesome
,
simple
life
at
Green
Gables
,
with
its
savor
of
ancient
peace
,
and
the
steadfast
abiding
love
that
was
there
for
her
.
Mrs.
Lynde
's
letter
was
full
of
church
news
.
Having
broken
up
housekeeping
,
Mrs.
Lynde
had
more
time
than
ever
to
devote
to
church
affairs
and
had
flung
herself
into
them
heart
and
soul
.
She
was
at
present
much
worked
up
over
the
poor
"
supplies
"
they
were
having
in
the
vacant
Avonlea
pulpit
.
"
I
do
n't
believe
any
but
fools
enter
the
ministry
nowadays
,
"
she
wrote
bitterly
.
"
Such
candidates
as
they
have
sent
us
,
and
such
stuff
as
they
preach
!
Half
of
it
ai
n't
true
,
and
,
what
's
worse
,
it
ai
n't
sound
doctrine
.
The
one
we
have
now
is
the
worst
of
the
lot
.
He
mostly
takes
a
text
and
preaches
about
something
else
.
And
he
says
he
does
n't
believe
all
the
heathen
will
be
eternally
lost
.
The
idea
!
If
they
wo
n't
all
the
money
we
've
been
giving
to
Foreign
Missions
will
be
clean
wasted
,
that
's
what
!
Last
Sunday
night
he
announced
that
next
Sunday
he
'd
preach
on
the
axe-head
that
swam
.
I
think
he
'd
better
confine
himself
to
the
Bible
and
leave
sensational
subjects
alone
.
Things
have
come
to
a
pretty
pass
if
a
minister
ca
n't
find
enough
in
Holy
Writ
to
preach
about
,
that
's
what
.
What
church
do
you
attend
,
Anne
?
I
hope
you
go
regularly
.
People
are
apt
to
get
so
careless
about
church-going
away
from
home
,
and
I
understand
college
students
are
great
sinners
in
this
respect
.
I
'm
told
many
of
them
actually
study
their
lessons
on
Sunday
.
I
hope
you
'll
never
sink
that
low
,
Anne
.
Remember
how
you
were
brought
up
.
And
be
very
careful
what
friends
you
make
.
You
never
know
what
sort
of
creatures
are
in
them
colleges
.
Outwardly
they
may
be
as
whited
sepulchers
and
inwardly
as
ravening
wolves
,
that
's
what
.
You
'd
better
not
have
anything
to
say
to
any
young
man
who
is
n't
from
the
Island
.
"
I
forgot
to
tell
you
what
happened
the
day
the
minister
called
here
.
It
was
the
funniest
thing
I
ever
saw
.
I
said
to
Marilla
,
'
If
Anne
had
been
here
would
n't
she
have
had
a
laugh
?
'
Even
Marilla
laughed
.
You
know
he
's
a
very
short
,
fat
little
man
with
bow
legs
.
Well
,
that
old
pig
of
Mr.
Harrison
's
--
the
big
,
tall
one
--
had
wandered
over
here
that
day
again
and
broke
into
the
yard
,
and
it
got
into
the
back
porch
,
unbeknowns
to
us
,
and
it
was
there
when
the
minister
appeared
in
the
doorway
.
It
made
one
wild
bolt
to
get
out
,
but
there
was
nowhere
to
bolt
to
except
between
them
bow
legs
.
So
there
it
went
,
and
,
being
as
it
was
so
big
and
the
minister
so
little
,
it
took
him
clean
off
his
feet
and
carried
him
away
.
His
hat
went
one
way
and
his
cane
another
,
just
as
Marilla
and
I
got
to
the
door
.
I
'll
never
forget
the
look
of
him
.
And
that
poor
pig
was
near
scared
to
death
.
I
'll
never
be
able
to
read
that
account
in
the
Bible
of
the
swine
that
rushed
madly
down
the
steep
place
into
the
sea
without
seeing
Mr.
Harrison
's
pig
careering
down
the
hill
with
that
minister
.
I
guess
the
pig
thought
he
had
the
Old
Boy
on
his
back
instead
of
inside
of
him
.
I
was
thankful
the
twins
were
n't
about
.
It
would
n't
have
been
the
right
thing
for
them
to
have
seen
a
minister
in
such
an
undignified
predicament
.
Just
before
they
got
to
the
brook
the
minister
jumped
off
or
fell
off
.
The
pig
rushed
through
the
brook
like
mad
and
up
through
the
woods
.
Marilla
and
I
run
down
and
helped
the
minister
get
up
and
brush
his
coat
.
He
was
n't
hurt
,
but
he
was
mad
.
He
seemed
to
hold
Marilla
and
me
responsible
for
it
all
,
though
we
told
him
the
pig
did
n't
belong
to
us
,
and
had
been
pestering
us
all
summer
.
Besides
,
what
did
he
come
to
the
back
door
for
?
You
'd
never
have
caught
Mr.
Allan
doing
that
.
It
'll
be
a
long
time
before
we
get
a
man
like
Mr.
Allan
.
But
it
's
an
ill
wind
that
blows
no
good
.
We
've
never
seen
hoof
or
hair
of
that
pig
since
,
and
it
's
my
belief
we
never
will
.
