Never did anybody look more guilty than poor Joe at that moment . `` Throw it into the fire , '' said Anne . Joe looked very blank . `` P ... p ... p ... lease , m ... m ... miss , '' he began . `` Do as I tell you , Joseph , without any words about it . '' `` B ... b ... but m ... m ... miss ... th ... th ... they 're ... '' gasped Joe in desperation . `` Joseph , are you going to obey me or are you NOT ? '' said Anne . A bolder and more self-possessed lad than Joe Sloane would have been overawed by her tone and the dangerous flash of her eyes . This was a new Anne whom none of her pupils had ever seen before . Joe , with an agonized glance at St. Clair , went to the stove , opened the big , square front door , and threw the blue and white parcel in , before St. Clair , who had sprung to his feet , could utter a word . Then he dodged back just in time . For a few moments the terrified occupants of Avonlea school did not know whether it was an earthquake or a volcanic explosion that had occurred . The innocent looking parcel which Anne had rashly supposed to contain Mrs. Hiram 's nut cakes really held an assortment of firecrackers and pinwheels for which Warren Sloane had sent to town by St. Clair Donnell 's father the day before , intending to have a birthday celebration that evening . The crackers went off in a thunderclap of noise and the pinwheels bursting out of the door spun madly around the room , hissing and spluttering . Anne dropped into her chair white with dismay and all the girls climbed shrieking upon their desks . Joe Sloane stood as one transfixed in the midst of the commotion and St. Clair , helpless with laughter , rocked to and fro in the aisle . Prillie Rogerson fainted and Annetta Bell went into hysterics . It seemed a long time , although it was really only a few minutes , before the last pinwheel subsided . Anne , recovering herself , sprang to open doors and windows and let out the gas and smoke which filled the room .
Then she helped the girls carry the unconscious Prillie into the porch , where Barbara Shaw , XXXXX an agony of desire to be useful , poured a pailful of half frozen water over Prillie 's face and shoulders before anyone could stop her .
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