Anne had known beforehand of the party , but she had not known that she and Gilbert were , as the founders of the Society , to be presented with a very complimentary `` address '' and `` tokens of respect '' -- in her case a volume of Shakespeare 's plays , in Gilbert 's a fountain pen . She was so taken by surprise and pleased by the nice things said in the address , read in Moody Spurgeon 's most solemn and ministerial tones , that the tears quite drowned the sparkle of her big gray eyes . She had worked hard and faithfully for the A.V.I.S. , and it warmed the cockles of her heart that the members appreciated her efforts so sincerely . And they were all so nice and friendly and jolly -- even the Pye girls had their merits ; at that moment Anne loved all the world . She enjoyed the evening tremendously , but the end of it rather spoiled all . Gilbert again made the mistake of saying something sentimental to her as they ate their supper on the moonlit verandah ; and Anne , to punish him , was gracious to Charlie Sloane and allowed the latter to walk home with her . She found , however , that revenge hurts nobody quite so much as the one who tries to inflict it . Gilbert walked airily off with Ruby Gillis , and Anne could hear them laughing and talking gaily as they loitered along in the still , crisp autumn air . They were evidently having the best of good times , while she was horribly bored by Charlie Sloane , who talked unbrokenly on , and never , even by accident , said one thing that was worth listening to . Anne gave an occasional absent `` yes '' or `` no , '' and thought how beautiful Ruby had looked that night , how very goggly Charlie 's eyes were in the moonlight -- worse even than by daylight -- and that the world , somehow , was n't quite such a nice place as she had believed it to be earlier in the evening . `` I 'm just tired out -- that is what is the matter with me , '' she said , when she thankfully found herself alone in her own room . And she honestly believed it was . But a certain little gush of joy , as from some secret , unknown spring , bubbled up in her heart the next evening , when she saw Gilbert striding down through the Haunted Wood and crossing the old log bridge with that firm , quick step of his . So Gilbert was not going to spend this last evening with Ruby Gillis after all ! `` You look tired , Anne , '' he said . `` I am tired , and , worse than that , I 'm disgruntled . I 'm tired because I 've been packing my trunk and sewing all day . But I 'm disgruntled because six women have been here to say good-bye to me , and every one of the six managed to say something that seemed to take the color right out of life and leave it as gray and dismal and cheerless as a November morning . '' `` Spiteful old cats ! '' was Gilbert 's elegant comment .
`` Oh , no , they were n't , '' said XXXXX seriously .
A.V.I.S. Anne Charlie Gillis Sloane Wood cockles day daylight evening