When school was dismissed Anne marched out with her red head held high. Gilbert Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door. “I’m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne,” he whispered contritely. “Honest I am. Don’t be mad for keeps, now.”
Anne swept by disdainfully, without look or sign of hearing. “Oh how could you, Anne?” breathed Diana as they went down the road half reproachfully, half admiringly.
"I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe," said Anne firmly. "And Mr. Phillips spelled my name without an ‘e,’ too. The iron has entered into my soul, Diana."