I have been teaching the girls' class, but I shall have to give
it up for a little time on account of the baby's health.
You may have your choice, Miss MacPherson."
"Then I shall take the boys," I said decidedly.
I am noted for my decision. "Since they have to grow
up to be men it's well to train them properly betimes.
Nuisances they are bound to become under any circumstances;
but if they are taken in hand young enough they may not grow up
to be such nuisances as they otherwise would and that will be
some unfortunate woman's gain." Mrs. Allan looked dubious.
I knew she had expected me to choose the girls.
"They are a very wild set of boys," she said.
"I never knew boys who weren't," I retorted.
"I--I-- think perhaps you would like the girls best,"
said Mrs. Allan hesitatingly. If it had not been for one thing--
which I would never in this world have admitted to Mrs. Allan--I might
have liked the girls' class best myself. But the truth was,
Anne Shirley was in that class; and Anne Shirley was the one living
human being that I was afraid of. Not that I disliked her.
But she had such a habit of asking weird, unexpected questions,
which a Philadelphia lawyer couldn't answer. Miss Rogerson had
that class once and Anne routed her, horse, foot and artillery.
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