She had no great liking for Charlie Sloane; but he was of Avonlea, so no outsider had any business to laugh at him.
"Charlie and Gilbert have always been friends," she said coldly.
"Charlie is a nice boy.

He's not to blame for his eyes." "Don't tell me that! He is! He must have done something dreadful in a previous existence to be punished with such eyes.

Pris and I are going to have such sport with him this afternoon.

We'll make fun of him to his face and he'll never know it." Doubtless, "the abandoned P's," as Anne called them, did carry out their amiable intentions.

But Sloane was blissfully ignorant; he thought he was quite a fine fellow to be walking with two such coeds, especially Philippa Gordon, the class beauty and belle.