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“
Kind
of
bad
walking
,
ain
’
t
it
?
Can
I
take
those
books
for
you
,
teacher
?
”
Anne
surrendered
her
books
and
wondered
if
she
could
possibly
be
awake
.
Anthony
walked
on
in
silence
to
the
school
,
but
when
Anne
took
her
books
she
smiled
down
at
him
.
.
.
not
the
stereotyped
“
kind
”
smile
she
had
so
persistently
assumed
for
his
benefit
but
a
sudden
outflashing
of
good
comradeship
.
Anthony
smiled
.
.
.
no
,
if
the
truth
must
be
told
,
Anthony
GRINNED
back
A
grin
is
not
generally
supposed
to
be
a
respectful
thing
;
yet
Anne
suddenly
felt
that
if
she
had
not
yet
won
Anthony
’
s
liking
she
had
,
somehow
or
other
,
won
his
respect
.
Mrs
.
Rachel
Lynde
came
up
the
next
Saturday
and
confirmed
this
.
“
Well
,
Anne
,
I
guess
you
’
ve
won
over
Anthony
Pye
,
that
’
s
what
.
He
says
he
believes
you
are
some
good
after
all
,
even
if
you
are
a
girl
.
Says
that
whipping
you
gave
him
was
‘
just
as
good
as
a
man
’
s
.
’
”
“
I
never
expected
to
win
him
by
whipping
him
,
though
,
”
said
Anne
,
a
little
mournfully
,
feeling
that
her
ideals
had
played
her
false
somewhere
.
“
It
doesn
’
t
seem
right
.
I
’
m
sure
my
theory
of
kindness
can
’
t
be
wrong
.
”
“
No
,
but
the
Pyes
are
an
exception
to
every
known
rule
,
that
’
s
what
,
”
declared
Mrs
.
Rachel
with
conviction
.
Mr
.
Harrison
said
,
“
Thought
you
’
d
come
to
it
,
”
when
he
heard
it
,
and
Jane
rubbed
it
in
rather
unmercifully
.
Anne
,
on
her
way
to
Orchard
Slope
,
met
Diana
,
bound
for
Green
Gables
,
just
where
the
mossy
old
log
bridge
spanned
the
brook
below
the
Haunted
Wood
,
and
they
sat
down
by
the
margin
of
the
Dryad
’
s
Bubble
,
where
tiny
ferns
were
unrolling
like
curly
-
headed
green
pixy
folk
wakening
up
from
a
nap
.
“
I
was
just
on
my
way
over
to
invite
you
to
help
me
celebrate
my
birthday
on
Saturday
,
”
said
Anne
.
