"I'm not going back, Marilla.

I'll learn my lessons at home and I'll be as good as I can be and hold my tongue all the time if it's possible at all.

But I will not go back to school, I assure you." Marilla saw something remarkably like unyielding stubbornness looking out of Anne's small face.

She understood that she would have trouble in overcoming it; but she re-solved wisely to say nothing more just then.
"I'll run down and see Rachel about it this evening," she thought.
"There's no use reasoning with Anne now.

She's too worked up and I've an idea she can be awful stubborn if she takes the notion.