Mrs. Lynde said she had an awful temper ; Jerry Buote , the hired boy at Green Gables , said she talked all the time to herself or to the trees and flowers like a crazy girl . They looked at her and whispered to each other behind their quarterlies . Nobody made any friendly advances , then or later on when the opening exercises were over and Anne found herself in Miss Rogerson 's class . Miss Rogerson was a middle-aged lady who had taught a Sunday-school class for twenty years . Her method of teaching was to ask the printed questions from the quarterly and look sternly over its edge at the particular little girl she thought ought to answer the question . She looked very often at Anne , and Anne , thanks to Marilla 's drilling , answered promptly ; but it may be questioned if she understood very much about either question or answer . She did not think she liked Miss Rogerson , and she felt very miserable ; every other little girl in the class had puffed sleeves . Anne felt that life was really not worth living without puffed sleeves . `` Well , how did you like Sunday school ? '' Marilla wanted to know when Anne came home . Her wreath having faded , Anne had discarded it in the lane , so Marilla was spared the knowledge of that for a time . `` I did n't like it a bit . It was horrid . '' `` Anne Shirley ! '' said Marilla rebukingly . Anne sat down on the rocker with a long sigh , kissed one of Bonny 's leaves , and waved her hand to a blossoming fuchsia . `` They might have been lonesome while I was away , '' she explained . `` And now about the Sunday school . I behaved well , just as you told me . Mrs. Lynde was gone , but I went right on myself .
I went into the church , with a lot of other little girls , and I sat in the corner XXXXX a pew by the window while the opening exercises went on .
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