John Blythe was a nice boy.

We used to be real good friends, he and I.People called him my beau." Anne looked up with swift interest.
"Oh, Marilla--and what happened ?--why didn't you--" "We had a quarrel.

I wouldn't forgive him when he asked me to.

I meant to, after awhile--but I was sulky and angry and I wanted to punish him first.

He never came back--the Blythes were all mighty independent.