CHAPTER XXIV . Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert It was October again when Anne was ready to go back to school -- a glorious October , all red and gold , with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain -- amethyst , pearl , silver , rose , and smoke-blue . The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through . The Birch Path was a canopy of yellow and the ferns were sear and brown all along it . There was a tang in the very air that inspired the hearts of small maidens tripping , unlike snails , swiftly and willingly to school ; and it WAS jolly to be back again at the little brown desk beside Diana , with Ruby Gillis nodding across the aisle and Carrie Sloane sending up notes and Julia Bell passing a `` chew '' of gum down from the back seat . Anne drew a long breath of happiness as she sharpened her pencil and arranged her picture cards in her desk . Life was certainly very interesting . In the new teacher she found another true and helpful friend . 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 wo n't be able to do it so well , I know . It wo n't be so exciting as it is when you have a whole schoolful before you hanging breathlessly on your words .
I know I wo n't be able XXXXX make your blood run cold . ''
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