inly never paid her any to her face.

"Well, I suppose you've been back in the woods laying in a supply of
switches for tomorrow?" was his greeting as Anne came up the veranda
steps.

"No, indeed," said Anne indignantly. She was an excellent target for
teasing because she always took things so seriously. "I shall never have
a switch in my school, Mr. Harrison. Of course, I shall have to have a
pointer, but I shall use it for pointing ONLY."

"So you mean to strap them instead? Well, I don't know but you're right.
A switch stings more at the time but the strap smarts longer, that's a
fact."

"I shall not use anything of the sort. I'm not going to whip my pupils."

"Bless my soul," exclaimed Mr. Harrison in genuine astonishment, "how do
you lay out to keep order then?"

"I shall govern by affection, Mr. Harrison."

"It won't do," said Mr. Harrison, "won't do at all, Anne. 'Spare the
rod and spoil the child.' When I went to school the master whipped me
regular every day because he said if I wasn't in mischief just then I
was plotting it."

"Methods have changed since your schooldays, Mr. Harrison."

"But human nature hasn't. Mark my words, you'll never manage the young
fry unless you keep a rod in pickle for them. The thing is impossible."

"Well, I'm going to try my way first," said Anne, who had a fairly
strong will of her own and was apt to cling very tenaciously to her
theories.

"You're pretty stubborn, I reckon," was Mr. Harrison's way of putting
it. "Well, well, we'll see. Someday when you get riled up . . . and people
with hair like yours are desperate apt to get riled . . . you'll forget
all your pretty little notions and give some of them a whaling. You're
too young to be teaching anyhow . . . far too young and childish."

Altogether, Anne went to bed that night in a rather pessimistic mood.
She slept poorly and was so pale and tragic at breakfast next morning
that Marilla was alarmed and insisted on making her take a cup of
scorching ginger tea. Anne sipped it patiently, although she could not
imagine what good ginger tea would do. Had it been some magic brew,
potent to confer age and experience, Anne would have swallowed a quart
of it without flinching.

"Marilla, what if I fail!"

"You'll hardly fail completely in one day and there's plenty more days
coming," said Marilla. "The trouble with you, Anne, is that you'll
expect to teach those children everything and reform all their faults
right