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The first Story in the Series with Anne Shirley at age 11 to 16

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288 ANNE OF GREEN GABLES
"What has happened, Anne?" asked Gilbert, tak­ing up his oars.
"We were playing Elaine," explained Anne frig­idly, without even looking at her rescuer, "and I had to drift down to Camelot in the barge—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 enough to row me to the landing?"
Gilbert obligingly rowed to the landing and Anne, disdaining assistance, sprang nimbly on shore.
"I'm very much obliged to you," she said haught­ily as she turned away. But Gilbert had also sprung from the boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm.
"Anne," he said hurriedly, "look here. Can't we be good friends? I'm awfully 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 so long ago. I think your hair is awfully pretty now— honest I do. Let's be friends."
For a moment Anne hesitated. She had an odd, newly awakened consciousness under all her out­raged dignity that the half-shy, half-eager expres­sion in Gilbert's hazel eyes was something that was very good to see. Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat. But the bitterness of her old grievance promptly stiffened up her wavering determination. That scene of two years before flashed back into her recollection as vividly as if it had taken place yesterday. Gilbert had called her "carrots" and had brought about her disgrace before the whole school. Her resentment, which to other and older people
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