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I received her as politely as I could, because I think she was sorry she dared me to walk a ridgepole.

If I had been killed she would had to carry a dark burden of remorse all her life.

Diana has been a faithful friend.

She's been over every day to cheer my lonely pillow.

But oh, I shall be so glad when I can go to school for I've heard such exciting things about the new teacher.

The girls all think she is perfectly sweet.

Diana says she has the loveliest fair curly hair and such fascinating eyes.

She dresses beautifully, and her sleeve puffs are bigger than anybody else's in Avonlea.

Every other Friday afternoon she has recitations and everybody has to say a piece or take part in a dialogue.

Oh, it's just glorious to think of it.

Josie Pye says she hates it but that is just because Josie has so little imagination.

Diana and Ruby Gillis and Jane Andrews are preparing a dialogue, called 'A Morning Visit,' for next Friday.

And the Friday afternoons they don't have recitations Miss Stacy takes them all to the woods for a 'field' day and they study ferns and flowers and birds.

And they have physical culture exercises every morning and evening.

Mrs. Lynde says she never heard of such goings on and it all comes of having a lady teacher.

But I think it must be splendid and I believe I shall find that Miss Stacy is a kindred spirit."

"There's one thing plain to be seen, Anne," said Marilla, "and that is that your fall off the Barry roof hasn't injured your tongue at all."

It was October again when Anne was ready to go back to school-a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain-amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue.

The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through.

The Birch Path was a canopy of yellow and the ferns were sear and brown all along it.

There was a tang in the very air that inspired the hearts of small maidens tripping, unlike snails, swiftly and willingly to school; and it WAS jolly to be back again at the little brown desk beside Diana, with Ruby Gillis nodding across the aisle and Carrie Sloane sending up notes and Julia Bell passing a "chew" of gum down from the back seat.

Anne drew a long breath of happiness as she sharpened her pencil and arranged her picture cards in her desk.

Life was certainly very interesting.

In the new teacher she found another true and helpful friend.

CHAPTER XXIV. Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert

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