Gilbert Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door.
Diana felt that SHE could never have resisted Gilbert's plea.
"I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe," said Anne firmly.
"You mustn't mind Gilbert making fun of your hair," she said soothingly.
"Gilbert Blythe has hurt my feelings EXCRUCIATINGLY, Diana."
"Take those flowers out of your hair and sit with Gilbert Blythe."
"Well done, Gilbert!" quoth Robin Hood, smiting him upon the shoulder.
"Yea," quoth he to Gilbert, who stood nigh him to watch his shooting, "thou shouldst pay us a visit at merry Sherwood." Here he drew the bowstring to his ear.
"By my soul!" cried Gilbert. "Art thou the devil in blue, to shoot in that wise?"
All saw that the King's archers were fairly beaten, and stout Gilbert clapped his palm to Robin's, owning that he could never hope to draw such a bowstring as Robin Hood or Little John.
So Gilbert took his place once more, but this time he failed, for, a sudden little wind arising, his shaft missed the center ring, but by not more than the breadth of a barley straw.