Can I take those books for you , teacher ? '' Anne surrendered her books and wondered if she could possibly be awake . Anthony walked on in silence to the school , but when Anne took her books she smiled down at him ... not the stereotyped `` kind '' smile she had so persistently assumed for his benefit but a sudden outflashing of good comradeship . Anthony smiled ... no , if the truth must be told , Anthony GRINNED back . A grin is not generally supposed to be a respectful thing ; yet Anne suddenly felt that if she had not yet won Anthony 's liking she had , somehow or other , won his respect . Mrs. Rachel Lynde came up the next Saturday and confirmed this . `` Well , Anne , I guess you 've won over Anthony Pye , that 's what . He says he believes you are some good after all , even if you are a girl . Says that whipping you gave him was ` just as good as a man 's . ' '' `` I never expected to win him by whipping him , though , '' said Anne , a little mournfully , feeling that her ideals had played her false somewhere . `` It does n't seem right . I 'm sure my theory of kindness ca n't be wrong . '' `` No , but the Pyes are an exception to every known rule , that 's what , '' declared Mrs. Rachel with conviction . Mr. Harrison said , `` Thought you 'd come to it , '' when he heard it , and Jane rubbed it in rather unmercifully . XIII A Golden Picnic Anne , on her way to Orchard Slope , met Diana , bound for Green Gables , just where the mossy old log bridge spanned the brook below the Haunted Wood , and they sat down by the margin of the Dryad 's Bubble , where tiny ferns were unrolling like curly-headed green pixy folk wakening up from a nap . `` I was just on my way over to invite you to help me celebrate my birthday on Saturday , '' said Anne . `` Your birthday ? But your birthday was in March ! '' `` That was n't my fault , '' laughed Anne . `` If my parents had consulted me it would never have happened then .
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