The schoolhouse was set back from the road and behind it was a dusky fir wood and a brook where all the children put their bottles of milk in the morning to keep cool and sweet until dinner hour . Marilla had seen Anne start off to school on the first day of September with many secret misgivings . Anne was such an odd girl . How would she get on with the other children ? And how on earth would she ever manage to hold her tongue during school hours ? Things went better than Marilla feared , however . Anne came home that evening in high spirits . `` I think I 'm going to like school here , '' she announced . `` I do n't think much of the master , through . He 's all the time curling his mustache and making eyes at Prissy Andrews . Prissy is grown up , you know . She 's sixteen and she 's studying for the entrance examination into Queen 's Academy at Charlottetown next year . Tillie Boulter says the master is DEAD GONE on her . She 's got a beautiful complexion and curly brown hair and she does it up so elegantly . She sits in the long seat at the back and he sits there , too , most of the time -- to explain her lessons , he says . But Ruby Gillis says she saw him writing something on her slate and when Prissy read it she blushed as red as a beet and giggled ; and Ruby Gillis says she does n't believe it had anything to do with the lesson . '' `` Anne Shirley , do n't let me hear you talking about your teacher in that way again , '' said Marilla sharply . `` You do n't go to school to criticize the master . I guess he can teach YOU something , and it 's your business to learn . And I want you to understand right off that you are not to come home telling tales about him .
That is XXXXX I wo n't encourage .
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