She read Anne's death warrant by consumption in it unless it was scrupulously obeyed.

As a result, Anne had the golden summer of her life as far as freedom and frolic went.

She walked, rowed, berried, and dreamed to her heart's content; and when September came she was bright-eyed and alert, with a step that would have satisfied the Spencervale doctor and a heart full of ambition and zest once more.
"I feel just like studying with might and main," she declared as she brought her books down from the attic.

"Oh, you good old friends, I'm glad to see your honest faces once more--yes, even you, geometry.

I've had a perfectly beautiful summer, Marilla, and now I'm rejoicing as a strong man to run a race, as Mr.Allan said last Sunday.