With her chin propped on her hands and her eyes fixed on the blue glimpse of the Lake of Shining Waters that the west window afforded , she was far away in a gorgeous dreamland hearing and seeing nothing save her own wonderful visions . Gilbert Blythe was n't used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure . She SHOULD look at him , that red-haired Shirley girl with the little pointed chin and the big eyes that were n't like the eyes of any other girl in Avonlea school . Gilbert reached across the aisle , picked up the end of Anne 's long red braid , held it out at arm 's length and said in a piercing whisper : `` Carrots ! Carrots ! '' Then Anne looked at him with a vengeance ! She did more than look . She sprang to her feet , her bright fancies fallen into cureless ruin . She flashed one indignant glance at Gilbert from eyes whose angry sparkle was swiftly quenched in equally angry tears . `` You mean , hateful boy ! '' she exclaimed passionately . `` How dare you ! '' And then -- thwack ! Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert 's head and cracked it -- slate not head -- clear across . Avonlea school always enjoyed a scene . This was an especially enjoyable one . Everybody said `` Oh '' in horrified delight . Diana gasped . Ruby Gillis , who was inclined to be hysterical , began to cry . Tommy Sloane let his team of crickets escape him altogether while he stared open-mouthed at the tableau .
Mr. Phillips stalked down the aisle and laid his hand heavily XXXXX Anne 's shoulder .
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