Anne is a young woman and Gilbert's a man, and he worships the ground she walks on, as any one can see.
But she doesn't appreciate Gilbert at his full value, that's what.
Gilbert and Anne, happily unconscious that their future was thus being settled by Mrs.
Past a dour plantation of gnarled spruces and a maple-fringed, sun-warm valley they found the "something" Gilbert was looking for.
She flashed one indignant glance at Gilbert from eyes whose angry sparkle was swiftly quenched in equally angry tears.
Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it--slate not head--clear across.
It was asking too much of flesh and blood to expect her to tell before the whole school that she had been called "carrots." Gilbert it was who spoke up stoutly.
As for Gilbert Blythe, she would not even look at him.
While these five men came walking across the meadow, a messenger came running from the King's booth and summoned Gilbert and Tepus and Hubert to go with him.
Quoth he, "Gilbert, and thou, Tepus, and thou, Hubert, I have pledged myself that ye shall shoot against these three fellows.
Six fresh targets were now set up, one for each man that was to shoot; whereupon Gilbert and Tepus and Hubert came straightway forth from the booths.
And now stout Gilbert of the White Hand took his place and shot with the greatest care; and again, for the third time in one day, he struck all three shafts into the clout.