Mrs. Allan’s face was not the face of the girlbride whom the minister had brought to Avonlea five years before.  It had lost some of its bloom and youthful curves, and there were fine, patient lines about eyes and mouth.  A tiny grave in that very cemetery accounted for some of them; and some new ones had come during the recent illness, now happily over, of her little son.  But Mrs. Allan’s dimples were as sweet and sudden as ever, her eyes as clear and bright and true; and what her face lacked of girlish beauty was now more than atoned for in added tenderness and strength.

“I suppose you are looking forward to your vacation, Anne?” she said, as they left the graveyard.

Anne nodded.

“Yes. . . .  I could roll the word as a sweet morsel under my tongue.  I think the summer is going to be lovely.  For one thing, Mrs. Morgan is coming to the Island in July and Priscilla is going to bring her up.  I feel one of my old ‘thrills’ at the mere thought.”

“I hope you’ll have a good time, Anne.  You’ve worked very hard this past year and you have succeeded.”

“Oh, I don’t know.  I’ve come so far short in so many things.  I haven’t done what I meant to do when I began to teach last fall.  I haven’t lived up to my ideals.”

“None of us ever do,” said Mrs. Allan with a sigh.  “But then, Anne, you know what Lowell says, ‘Not failure but low aim is crime.’  We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed.  Life would be a sorry business without them.  With them it’s grand and great.  Hold fast to your ideals, Anne.”

“I shall try.  But I have to let go most of my theories,” said Anne, laughing a little.  “I had the most beautiful set of theories you ever knew when I started out as a schoolma’am, but every one of them has failed me at some pinch or another.”

“Even the theory on corporal punishment,” teased Mrs. Allan.

But Anne flushed.

“I shall never forgive myself for whipping Anthony.”

“Nonsense, dear, he deserved it.  And it agreed with him.  You have had no trouble with him since and he has come to think there’s nobody like you.  Your kindness won his love after the idea that a ‘girl was no good’ was rooted out of his stubborn mind.”

“He may have deserved it, but that is not the point.  If I had calmly and deliberately decided to whip him because I thought it a just punishment for him I would not feel over it as I do.  But the truth is, Mrs. Allan, that I just flew into a temper and whipped him because of that.  I wasn’t thinking whether it was just or unjust . . . even if he hadn’t deserved it I’d have done it just the same.  That is what humiliates me.”

“Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you.  We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.  There goes Gilbert Blythe on his wheel . . . home for his vacation too, I suppose.  How are you and he getting on with your studies?”