_be_ liked.
Josie is a Pye, said Marilla sharply, so she can t help being
disagreeable. I suppose people of that kind serve some useful purpose in
society, but I must say I don t know what it is any more than I know the
use of thistles. Is Josie going to teach?
No, she is going back to Queen s next year. So are Moody Spurgeon and
Charlie Sloane. Jane and Ruby are going to teach and they have both got
schools--Jane at Newbridge and Ruby at some place up west.
Gilbert Blythe is going to teach too, isn t he?
Yes --briefly.
What a nice-looking fellow he is, said Marilla absently. I saw him in
church last Sunday and he seemed so tall and manly. He looks a lot like
his father did at the same age. John Blythe was a nice boy. We used to
be real good friends, he and I. People called him my beau.
Anne looked up with swift interest.
Oh, Marilla--and what happened?--why didn t you--
We had a quarrel. I wouldn t forgive him when he asked me to. I meant
to, after awhile--but I was sulky and angry and I wanted to punish him
first. He never came back--the Blythes were all mighty independent. But
I always felt--rather sorry. I ve always kind of wished I d forgiven him
when I had the chance.
So you ve had a bit of romance in your life, too, said Anne softly.
Yes, I suppose you might call it that. You wouldn t think so to look at
me, would you? But you never can tell about people from their outsides.
Everybody has forgot about me and John. I d forgotten myself. But it all
came back to me when I saw Gilbert last Sunday.
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