One Wednesday morning, Anne was especially provoking.  Not that she meant to be.  It just happened so.  She dawdled over her bath, and when Louise tried to hurry her, she stopped quite still to argue the matter.

“You want me to be clean, don’t you?” she asked.

“But yes!  Not to the scrub-off of the skin,” protested Louise.

Anne continued to rub her ears.  “It’s a—­a ’sponsibility to wash my own corners.  And Mrs. Patterson says it’s a disgrace to be dingy,” she explained.

Then she sat down on the floor and proceeded to put on her stockings,—­that is, she meant to put them on, but she became so absorbed in trying to spell her name backwards that she forgot about the stockings.  Louise caught her by the shoulder.

“You will dress instant, Mees Anne,” she threatened, “or I report you to Mademoiselle.”

Anne had heard that threat too often to be disturbed by it.  She went to get a fresh apron, then, seeing that Honey-Sweet’s frock was soiled, she selected a fresh frock for her doll whom she reproved severely for being so untidy and so slow about dressing.  Louise, who was wrestling with Annette’s curls, turned and saw Anne devoting herself to her doll’s toilette when she ought to have been finishing her own.  The much-tried maid snatched away Honey-Sweet and shook her heartily.

“Don’t, don’t, Louise!” cried Anne.  “Don’t you hurt Honey-Sweet.  I’ll dress.  I’ll hurry.  I’ll be quick.”

Louise looked keenly at Anne’s flushed, earnest face.  Then she gave poor Honey-Sweet a smart little smack.  “The wicked bebe!” she exclaimed.  “She does not permit that you make the toilette.  If you are not dressed in six minutes exact, I give the spank once more to the bad bebe!”

Anne’s fingers hurried as she had not known they could hurry and in exactly four minutes she presented herself for Louise to tie her hair-ribbons, while she cuddled and pitied her rescued baby.

“Oh, ho!  Mees Anne,” said Louise, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction at having found a way to enforce promptness.  “Each morning that is tardy, I give the spank to the wicked bebe that makes you to delay.”

To save Honey-Sweet from punishment, Anne sprang up the next morning at Louise’s first call and dressed at once.  To her surprise, she found that it was really pleasanter than dawdling over her toilette, and Louise good-naturedly gave her permission to take Honey-Sweet for a before-breakfast stroll to the arbor in the playground.

From the first, Anne got on well in her classes.  She did not like to study lessons in books—­she was always getting tangled up in long sentences or stumbling over big words—­but where she once, in spite of the printed page, understood a subject, she made it her own.  The scenes and events described in her history, geography, and reading lessons were vivid to her mind’s eye and she pictured them vividly to others.  Her classmates soon found that they could learn a lesson in half the time and with half the effort by studying it with Anne.