Joe Sloane caught her eye , felt responsible from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet , but stuttered out wildly , `` N ... n ... not m ... m ... me t ... t ... teacher , n ... n ... not m ... m ... me . '' Anne paid no attention to the wretched Joseph . She looked at Anthony Pye , and Anthony Pye looked back unabashed and unashamed . `` Anthony , was it you ? '' `` Yes , it was , '' said Anthony insolently . Anne took her pointer from her desk . It was a long , heavy hardwood pointer . `` Come here , Anthony . '' It was far from being the most severe punishment Anthony Pye had ever undergone . Anne , even the stormy-souled Anne she was at that moment , could not have punished any child cruelly . But the pointer nipped keenly and finally Anthony 's bravado failed him ; he winced and the tears came to his eyes . Anne , conscience-stricken , dropped the pointer and told Anthony to go to his seat . She sat down at her desk feeling ashamed , repentant , and bitterly mortified . Her quick anger was gone and she would have given much to have been able to seek relief in tears . So all her boasts had come to this ... she had actually whipped one of her pupils . How Jane would triumph ! And how Mr. Harrison would chuckle ! But worse than this , bitterest thought of all , she had lost her last chance of winning Anthony Pye . Never would he like her now . Anne , by what somebody has called `` a Herculaneum effort , '' kept back her tears until she got home that night .
Then she shut herself in the east gable room and wept all her shame and remorse and disappointment into her pillows ... wept so long XXXXX Marilla grew alarmed , invaded the room , and insisted on knowing what the trouble was .
Jane at by from night of than that to until