Chapter 15 - (VERSO)
alike Diana’s sympathetic gaze and Charlie Sloane’s indignant nods and Josie Pye’s malicious smiles. As for Gilbert Blythe, she would not even look at him. She would never look at him again! She would never speak to him!! When school was dismissed Anne marched out with her red head held high. Gilbert Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door.
“I’m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne,” he whispered contritely. “Honest I am. Don’t be mad for keeps now.”
Anne swept by disdainfully, without look or sign of hearing. “Oh, how could you, Anne?” breathed Diana as they went down the road, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)half reproachfully, half admiringly. (end superscript)Diana felt that she could never have
"I'm awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne": Montgomery was once the tease in a situation like this one. Though she was, allegedly, pushed into it. In 1893, she noted that she had "Made Austin [Laird] awfully mad in school to-day writing a piece of poetry about him called 'The Boy with the Auburn Hair.' He dared me to do it, so he needn't have got his fur up so about it" (Feb. 17, 1893, Complete Journals of L.M. Montgomery, The P.E.I. Years, 1889–1900, edited by Mary Rubio and Elizabeth Waterston, Oxford University Press, 2013, p. 150).