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"Of course I won't," flashed Anne, with a momentary return of her old spirit.

"And I don't want ever to hear the word 'romantic' again, Jane Andrews.

I'm awfully sorry you were so frightened, girls.

It is all my fault.

I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star.

Everything I do gets me or my dearest friends into a scrape.

We've gone and lost your father's flat, Diana, and I have a presentiment that we'll not be allowed to row on the pond any more."

Anne's presentiment proved more trustworthy than presentiments are apt to do. Great was the consternation in the Barry and Cuthbert households when the events of the afternoon became known.

"Will you ever have any sense, Anne?" groaned Marilla.

"Oh, yes, I think I will, Marilla," returned Anne optimistically. A good cry, indulged in the grateful solitude of the east gable, had soothed her nerves and restored her to her wonted cheerfulness. "I think my prospects of becoming sensible are brighter now than ever."

"I don't see how," said Marilla.

"Well," explained Anne, "I've learned a new and valuable lesson today.

Ever since I came to Green Gables I've been making mistakes, and each mistake has helped to cure me of some great shortcoming.

The affair of the amethyst brooch cured me of meddling with things that didn't belong to me.

The Haunted Wood mistake cured me of letting my imagination run away with me.

The liniment cake mistake cured me of carelessness in cooking.

Dyeing my hair cured me of vanity.

I never think about my hair and nose now-at least, very seldom.

And today's mistake is going to cure me of being too romantic.

I have come to the conclusion that it is no use trying to be romantic in Avonlea.

It was probably easy enough in towered Camelot hundreds of years ago, but romance is not appreciated now.

I feel quite sure that you will soon see a great improvement in me in this respect, Marilla."

"I'm sure I hope so," said Marilla skeptically.

But Matthew, who had been sitting mutely in his corner, laid a hand on Anne's shoulder when Marilla had gone out.

"Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing-not too much, of course-but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it."

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