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V. A Full-fledged Schoolma’am
Wright’sfield,”hesaidshyly,“andIcamebacktogivethemtoyoubecauseIthoughtyouwerethekindofladythatwouldlikethem,andbecause...”heliftedhisbigbeautifuleyes...“Ilikeyou,teacher.”
“Youdarling,”saidAnne,takingthefragrantspikes.AsifPaul’swordshadbeenaspellofmagic,discouragementandwearinesspassedfromherspirit,andhopeupwelledinherheartlikeadancingfountain.ShewentthroughtheBirchPathlight-footedly,attendedbythesweetnessofherorchidsasbyabenediction.
“Well,howdidyougetalong?”Marillawantedtoknow.
“AskmethatamonthlaterandImaybeabletotellyou.Ican’tnow...Idon’tknowmyself...I’mtoonearit.Mythoughtsfeelasiftheyhadbeenallstirredupuntiltheywerethickandmuddy.TheonlythingIfeelreallysureofhavingaccomplishedtodayisthatItaughtCliffieWrightthatAisA.Heneverknewitbefore.Isn’titsomethingtohavestartedasoulalongapaththatmayendinShakespeareandParadiseLost?”
Mrs.Lyndecameuplateronwithmoreencouragement.Thatgoodladyhadwaylaidtheschoolchildrenathergateanddemandedofthemhowtheylikedtheirnewteacher.
“Andeveryoneofthemsaidtheylikedyousplendid,Anne,exceptAnthonyPye.Imustadmithedidn’t.Hesaidyou‘weren’tanygood,justlikeallgirlteachers.’There’sthePyeleavenforyou.Butnevermind.”
“I’mnotgoingtomind,”saidAnnequietly,“andI’mgoingtomakeAnthonyPyelikemeyet.Patienceandkindnesswillsurelywinhim
