Anne was packing away her things -- rather glad that she'd never had occasion to accumulate much in the way of personal belongings -- and singing to herself.

Two lovers, forbidden from one another, war divides their people, and the mountains divide them apart . . .She was, should anyone have occasion to observe, scowling to herself as she sang; ( Read more... )

Anne had been so tired today, she simply couldn't bring herself to get out of bed. She supposed this was dreadfully indulgent slothfulness on her part and could all but hear Mrs. Lynde saying so right at this very moment, but she wasn't feeling well in the slightest and kept drifting in and out of fitful, fevered sleep ( Read more... )

After class yesterday, Anne and her still-overgrown hair had gone back to hiding in bed -- a decision that would undoubtedly have greatly scandalized Marilla, although perhaps not as greatly as Anne herself would have been scandalized to see the posters for the "girlkissy party." And so, in the grand scheme of things, perhaps it was just as well ( Read more... )

Anne had fled immediately up to her room after her perfectly humiliating encounter with the new principal, the better to hide the awful wild mane of bright red hair it now behooved her to show to all and sundry ( Read more... )