It would be such a disgrace to fail, especially if Gil--if the others passed.

And I get so nervous in an examination that I'm likely to make a mess of it.

I wish I had nerves like Jane Andrews.

Nothing rattles her." Anne sighed and, dragging her eyes from the witcheries of the spring world, the beckoning day of breeze and blue, and the green things upspringing in the garden, buried herself resolutely in her book.
There would be other springs, but if she did not succeed in passing the Entrance, Anne felt convinced that she would never recover sufficiently to enjoy them..