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Miss Stacy was a bright, sympathetic young woman with the happy gift of winning and holding the affections of her pupils and bringing out the best that was in them mentally and morally.

Anne expanded like a flower under this wholesome influence and carried home to the admiring Matthew and the critical Marilla glowing accounts of schoolwork and aims.

"I love Miss Stacy with my whole heart, Marilla.

She is so ladylike and she has such a sweet voice.

When she pronounces my name I feel INSTINCTIVELY that she's spelling it with an E.

We had recitations this afternoon.

I just wish you could have been there to hear me recite 'Mary, Queen of Scots.' I just put my whole soul into it.

Ruby Gillis told me coming home that the way I said the line, 'Now for my father's arm,' she said, 'my woman's heart farewell,' just made her blood run cold."

"Well now, you might recite it for me some of these days, out in the barn," suggested Matthew.

"Of course I will," said Anne meditatively, "but I won't be able to do it so well, I know. It won't be so exciting as it is when you have a whole schoolful before you hanging breathlessly on your words. I know I won't be able to make your blood run cold."

"Mrs. Lynde says it made HER blood run cold to see the boys climbing to the very tops of those big trees on Bell's hill after crows' nests last Friday," said Marilla. "I wonder at Miss Stacy for encouraging it."

"But we wanted a crow's nest for nature study," explained Anne. "That was on our field afternoon. Field afternoons are splendid, Marilla. And Miss Stacy explains everything so beautifully. We have to write compositions on our field afternoons and I write the best ones."

"It's very vain of you to say so then. You'd better let your teacher say it."

"But she DID say it, Marilla.

And indeed I'm not vain about it.

How can I be, when I'm such a dunce at geometry? Although I'm really beginning to see through it a little, too.

Miss Stacy makes it so clear.

Still, I'll never be good at it and I assure you it is a humbling reflection.

But I love writing compositions.

Mostly Miss Stacy lets us choose our own subjects; but next week we are to write a composition on some remarkable person.

It's hard to choose among so many remarkable people who have lived.

Mustn't it be splendid to be remarkable and have compositions written about you after you're dead? Oh, I would dearly love to be remarkable.

I think when I grow up I'll be a trained nurse and go with the Red Crosses to the field of battle as a messenger of mercy.

That is, if I don't go out as a foreign missionary.

That would be very romantic, but one would have to be very good to be a missionary, and that would be a stumbling block.

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