"I'll never ask you to be friends again, Anne Shirley.

And I don't care either!" He pulled away with swift defiant strokes, and Anne went up the steep, ferny little path under the maples.

She held her head very high, but she was conscious of an odd feeling of regret.

She almost wished she had answered Gilbert differently.

Of course, he had insulted her terribly, but still--! Altogether, Anne rather thought it would be a relief to sit down and have a good cry.