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“Carrots!”
Poor Diana had warned Anne that Gilbert Blythe was the worst of her tormentors, but the actual words were crueler even than she had imagined possible.
“I wouldn’t announce my ignorance to the whole world if I couldn’t tell the difference between a root and a peach,” she proclaimed to the school at large while turning her own dull charcoal braid away from the hateful boy and devising new odes to her friend’s more vivid locks.
