Gilbert looked at the redhead across the isle. She worked diligently on her sums and a bit of her hair fell loose from her pigtails. She put her chalk down with frustration and settled to looking at Barry's Pond. "Does she know what Mister Phillips would do if he tore himself away from Prissy long enough to glance around the room?" He would not let her get in trouble. He would warn her. "What was her name again? Was it Abigail? No, Was it Ally? She cannot be an Ally. Oh what is her name!" He just could not remember, so he did the one thing a fourteen year old surrounded by eleven year old peers could think of...

"Psst... Psst!... Hey!" She did not reply. It was time for more desperate measures. He took out some pebbles from his desk and threw them at her head. Each one hit its mark, but she did not take heed to it. "What is that carrot haired girl's name? That's it I can just call her carrots. It's genius.'' That was the last thing he did to get her attention, and it probably should never have been done. "Hey, Carrots!" He reached out his arm and grasped her braid before giving it a firm tug. She flew up out of her seat instantaneously, her face was flushed with anger, her grey eyes turned to a fiery emerald green, and her hands were clenched in fists. "You mean hateful boy! How DARE YOU!" She yelled. Before Gilbert could even grasped what was happening she broke her slate over his head.

Suddenly Mister Phillips was behind her and grasped her shoulders. "Anne Shirley, what is the meaning of this?"