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1"I was horribly frightened," she told Mrs. Allan the next day, "and it seemed like years while the flat was drifting
2down to the bridge and the water rising in it every moment. I prayed, Mrs. Allan, most earnestly, but I didn't shut my
3eyes to pray, for I knew the only way God could save me was to let the flat float close enough to one of the bridge
4piles for me to climb up on it. You know the piles are just old tree trunks and there are lots of knots and old branch
5stubs on them. It was proper to pray, but I had to do my part by watching out and right well I knew it. I just said,
6'Dear God, please take the flat close to a pile and I'll do the rest,' over and over again. Under such circumstances you
7don't think much about making a flowery prayer. But mine was answered, for the flat bumped right into a pile for a
8minute and I flung the scarf and the shawl over my shoulder and scrambled up on a big providential stub. And there I
9was, Mrs. Allan, clinging to that slippery old pile with no way of getting up or down. It was a very unromantic
10position, but I didn't think about that at the time. You don't think much about romance when you have just escaped from
11a watery grave. I said a grateful prayer at once and then I gave all my attention to holding on tight, for I knew I
12should probably have to depend on human aid to get back to dry land." The flat drifted under the bridge and then
13promptly sank in midstream. Ruby, Jane, and Diana, already awaiting it on the lower headland, saw it disappear before
14their very eyes and had not a doubt but that Anne had gone down with it. For a moment they stood still, white as sheets,
15frozen with horror at the tragedy; then, shrieking at the tops of their voices, they started on a frantic run up through
16the woods, never pausing as they crossed the main road to glance the way of the bridge. Anne, clinging desperately to
17her precarious foothold, saw their flying forms and heard their shrieks. Help would soon come, but meanwhile her
18position was a very uncomfortable one. The minutes passed by, each seeming an hour to the unfortunate lily maid. Why
19didn't somebody come? Where had the girls gone? Suppose they had fainted, one and all! Suppose nobody ever came! Suppose
20she grew so tired and cramped that she could hold on no longer! Anne looked at the wicked green depths below her,
21wavering with long, oily shadows, and shivered. Her imagination began to suggest all manner of gruesome possibilities to
22her. Then, just as she thought she really could not endure the ache in her arms and wrists another moment, Gilbert
23Blythe came rowing under the bridge in Harmon Andrews's dory! Gilbert glanced up and, much to his amazement, beheld a
24little white scornful face looking down upon him with big, frightened but also scornful gray eyes. "Anne Shirley! How on
25earth did you get there?" he exclaimed. Without waiting for an answer he pulled close to the pile and extended his hand.
26There was no help for it; Anne, clinging to Gilbert Blythe's hand, scrambled down into the dory, where she sat, drabbled
27and furious, in the stern with her arms full of dripping shawl and wet crepe. It was certainly extremely difficult to be
28dignified under the circumstances! "What has happened, Anne?" asked Gilbert, taking up his oars. "We were playing
29Elaine," explained Anne frigidly, without even looking at her rescuer, "and I had to drift down to Camelot in the
30barge--I mean the flat. The flat began to leak and I climbed out on the pile. The girls went for help. Will you be kind
31enough to row me to the landing?" Gilbert obligingly rowed to the landing and Anne, disdaining assistance, sprang nimbly
32on shore. "I'm very much obliged to you," she said haughtily as she turned away. But Gilbert had also sprung from the
33boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm. "Anne," he said hurriedly, "look here. Can't we be good friends? I'm
34awfully sorry I made fun of your hair that time. I didn't mean to vex you and I only meant it for a joke. Besides, it's
35so long ago. I think your hair is awfully pretty now--honest I do. Let's be friends." For a moment Anne hesitated. She
36had an odd, newly awakened consciousness under all her outraged dignity that the half-shy, half-eager expression in
37Gilbert's hazel eyes was something that was very good to see. Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat. But the
38bitterness of her old grievance promptly stiffened up her wavering determination. That scene of two years before flashed
39back into her recollection as vividly as if it had taken place yesterday. Gilbert had called her "carrots" and had
40brought about her disgrace before the whole school. Her resentment, which to other and older people might be as
41laughable as its cause, was in no whit allayed and softened by time seemingly. She hated Gilbert Blythe! She would never
42forgive him! "No," she said coldly, "I shall never be friends with you, Gilbert Blythe; and I don't want to be!" "All
43right!" Gilbert sprang into his skiff with an angry color in his cheeks. "I'll never ask you to be friends again, Anne
44Shirley. And I don't care either!" He pulled away with swift defiant strokes, and Anne went up the steep, ferny little
45path under the maples. She held her head very high, but she was conscious of an odd feeling of regret. She almost wished
46she had answered Gilbert differently. Of course, he had insulted her terribly, but still--! Altogether, Anne rather
47thought it would be a relief to sit down and have a good cry. She was really quite unstrung, for the reaction from her
48fright and cramped clinging was making itself felt. Halfway up the path she met Jane and Diana rushing back to the pond
49in a state narrowly removed from positive frenzy. They had found nobody at Orchard Slope, both Mr. and Mrs. Barry being
50away. Here Ruby Gillis had succumbed to hysterics, and was left to recover from them as best she might, while Jane and
51Diana flew through the Haunted Wood and across the brook to Green Gables. There they had found nobody either, for
52Marilla had gone to Carmody and Matthew was making hay in the back field. "Oh, Anne," gasped Diana, fairly falling on
53the former's neck and weeping with relief and delight, "oh, Anne--we thought--you were--drowned--and we felt like
54murderers--because we had made--you be--Elaine. And Ruby is in hysterics--oh, Anne, how did you escape?" "I climbed up
55on one of the piles," explained Anne wearily, "and Gilbert Blythe came along in Mr. Andrews's dory and brought me to
56land." "Oh, Anne, how splendid of him! Why, it's so romantic!" said Jane, finding breath enough for utterance at last.
57"Of course you'll speak to him after this." "Of course I won't," flashed Anne, with a momentary return of her old
58spirit. "And I don't want ever to hear the word 'romantic' again, Jane Andrews. I'm awfully sorry you were so
59frightened, girls. It is all my fault. I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star. Everything I do gets me or my
60dearest friends into a scrape. We've gone and lost your father's flat, Diana, and I have a presentiment that we'll not
61be allowed to row on the pond any more." Anne's presentiment proved more trustworthy than presentiments are apt to do.
62Great was the consternation in the Barry and Cuthbert households when the events of the afternoon became known. "Will
63you ever have any sense, Anne?" groaned Marilla. "Oh, yes, I think I will, Marilla," returned Anne optimistically. A
64good cry, indulged in the grateful solitude of the east gable, had soothed her nerves and restored her to her wonted
65cheerfulness. "I think my prospects of becoming sensible are brighter now than ever." "I don't see how," said Marilla.
66"Well," explained Anne, "I've learned a new and valuable lesson today. Ever since I came to Green Gables I've been
67making mistakes, and each mistake has helped to cure me of some great shortcoming. The affair of the amethyst brooch
68cured me of meddling with things that didn't belong to me. The Haunted Wood mistake cured me of letting my imagination
69run away with me. The liniment cake mistake cured me of carelessness in cooking. Dyeing my hair cured me of vanity. I
70never think about my hair and nose now--at least, very seldom. And today's mistake is going to cure me of being too
71romantic. I have come to the conclusion that it is no use trying to be romantic in Avonlea. It was probably easy enough
72in towered Camelot hundreds of years ago, but romance is not appreciated now. I feel quite sure that you will soon see a
73great improvement in me in this respect, Marilla." "I'm sure I hope so," said Marilla skeptically. But Matthew, who had
74been sitting mutely in his corner, laid a hand on Anne's shoulder when Marilla had gone out. "Don't give up all your
75romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing--not too much, of course--but keep a little of it,
76Anne, keep a little of it."
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