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1WHAT a splendid day!" said Anne, drawing a long breath. "Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the
2people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one. And
3it's splendider still to have such a lovely way to go to school by, isn't it?" "It's a lot nicer than going round by the
4road; that is so dusty and hot," said Diana practically, peeping into her dinner basket and mentally calculating if the
5three juicy, toothsome, raspberry tarts reposing there were divided among ten girls how many bites each girl would have.
6The little girls of Avonlea school always pooled their lunches, and to eat three raspberry tarts all alone or even to
7share them only with one's best chum would have forever and ever branded as "awful mean" the girl who did it. And yet,
8when the tarts were divided among ten girls you just got enough to tantalize you. The way Anne and Diana went to school
9was a pretty one. Anne thought those walks to and from school with Diana couldn't be improved upon even by imagination.
10Going around by the main road would have been so unromantic; but to go by Lover's Lane and Willowmere and Violet Vale
11and the Birch Path was romantic, if ever anything was. Lover's Lane opened out below the orchard at Green Gables and
12stretched far up into the woods to the end of the Cuthbert farm. It was the way by which the cows were taken to the back
13pasture and the wood hauled home in winter. Anne had named it Lover's Lane before she had been a month at Green Gables.
14"Not that lovers ever really walk there," she explained to Marilla, "but Diana and I are reading a perfectly magnificent
15book and there's a Lover's Lane in it. So we want to have one, too. And it's a very pretty name, don't you think? So
16romantic! We can't imagine the lovers into it, you know. I like that lane because you can think out loud there without
17people calling you crazy." Anne, starting out alone in the morning, went down Lover's Lane as far as the brook. Here
18Diana met her, and the two little girls went on up the lane under the leafy arch of maples--"maples are such sociable
19trees," said Anne; "they're always rustling and whispering to you"--until they came to a rustic bridge. Then they left
20the lane and walked through Mr. Barry's back field and past Willowmere. Beyond Willowmere came Violet Vale--a little
21green dimple in the shadow of Mr. Andrew Bell's big woods. "Of course there are no violets there now," Anne told
22Marilla, "but Diana says there are millions of them in spring. Oh, Marilla, can't you just imagine you see them? It
23actually takes away my breath. I named it Violet Vale. Diana says she never saw the beat of me for hitting on fancy
24names for places. It's nice to be clever at something, isn't it? But Diana named the Birch Path. She wanted to, so I let
25her; but I'm sure I could have found something more poetical than plain Birch Path. Anybody can think of a name like
26that. But the Birch Path is one of the prettiest places in the world, Marilla." It was. Other people besides Anne
27thought so when they stumbled on it. It was a little narrow, twisting path, winding down over a long hill straight
28through Mr. Bell's woods, where the light came down sifted through so many emerald screens that it was as flawless as
29the heart of a diamond. It was fringed in all its length with slim young birches, white stemmed and lissom boughed;
30ferns and starflowers and wild lilies-of-the-valley and scarlet tufts of pigeonberries grew thickly along it; and always
31there was a delightful spiciness in the air and music of bird calls and the murmur and laugh of wood winds in the trees
32overhead. Now and then you might see a rabbit skipping across the road if you were quiet--which, with Anne and Diana,
33happened about once in a blue moon. Down in the valley the path came out to the main road and then it was just up the
34spruce hill to the school. The Avonlea school was a whitewashed building, low in the eaves and wide in the windows,
35furnished inside with comfortable substantial old-fashioned desks that opened and shut, and were carved all over their
36lids with the initials and hieroglyphics of three generations of school children. The schoolhouse was set back from the
37road and behind it was a dusky fir wood and a brook where all the children put their bottles of milk in the morning to
38keep cool and sweet until dinner hour. Marilla had seen Anne start off to school on the first day of September with many
39secret misgivings. Anne was such an odd girl. How would she get on with the other children? And how on earth would she
40ever manage to hold her tongue during school hours? Things went better than Marilla feared, however. Anne came home that
41evening in high spirits. "I think I'm going to like school here," she announced. "I don't think much of the master,
42though. He's all the time curling his mustache and making eyes at Prissy Andrews. Prissy is grown up, you know. She's
43sixteen and she's studying for the entrance examination into Queen's Academy at Charlottetown next year. Tillie Boulter
44says the master is dead gone on her. She's got a beautiful complexion and curly brown hair and she does it up so
45elegantly. She sits in the long seat at the back and he sits there, too, most of the time--to explain her lessons, he
46says. But Ruby Gillis says she saw him writing something on her slate and when Prissy read it she blushed as red as a
47beet and giggled; and Ruby Gillis says she doesn't believe it had anything to do with the lesson." "Anne Shirley, don't
48let me hear you talking about your teacher in that way again," said Marilla sharply. "You don't go to school to
49criticize the master. I guess he can teach you something, and it's your business to learn. And I want you to understand
50right off that you are not to come home telling tales about him. That is something I won't encourage. I hope you were a
51good girl." "Indeed I was," said Anne comfortably. "It wasn't so hard as you might imagine, either. I sit with Diana.
52Our seat is right by the window and we can look down to the Lake of Shining Waters. There are a lot of nice girls in
53school and we had scrumptious fun playing at dinnertime. It's so nice to have a lot of little girls to play with. But of
54course I like Diana best and always will. I adore Diana. I'm dreadfully far behind the others. They're all in the fifth
55book and I'm only in the fourth. I feel that it's kind of a disgrace. But there's not one of them has such an
56imagination as I have and I soon found that out. We had reading and geography and Canadian history and dictation today.
57Mr. Phillips said my spelling was disgraceful and he held up my slate so that everybody could see it, all marked over. I
58felt so mortified, Marilla; he might have been politer to a stranger, I think. Ruby Gillis gave me an apple and Sophia
59Sloane lent me a lovely pink card with 'May I see you home?' on it. I'm to give it back to her tomorrow. And Tillie
60Boulter let me wear her bead ring all the afternoon. Can I have some of those pearl beads off the old pincushion in the
61garret to make myself a ring? And oh, Marilla, Jane Andrews told me that Minnie MacPherson told her that she heard
62Prissy Andrews tell Sara Gillis that I had a very pretty nose. Marilla, that is the first compliment I have ever had in
63my life and you can't imagine what a strange feeling it gave me. Marilla, have I really a pretty nose? I know you'll
64tell me the truth." "Your nose is well enough," said Marilla shortly. Secretly she thought Anne's nose was a remarkable
65pretty one; but she had no intention of telling her so. That was three weeks ago and all had gone smoothly so far. And
66now, this crisp September morning, Anne and Diana were tripping blithely down the Birch Path, two of the happiest little
67girls in Avonlea.
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