nodded to Anne at every quiet chance. Elsie would have liked to go on
being friends, but that, she knew, would make the other girls angry and
she prudently preferred to be on bad terms with one rather than with
four. But she always offered her Saturday bonbons to Anne as to the
other girls; she couldn't enjoy them herself if she were so mean and
stingy as not to do that, she declared stoutly.

One afternoon--Anne was looking especially dejected as she took her
lonely walk in the west yard--Miss Morris thrust into Elsie's hands a
bag of candies and whispered hurriedly: "When you go to divide--yonder
is Anne under the grape arbor and I do believe she's crying."

Elsie trotted straight to Anne with her smiles and bonbons. Anne was so
cheered that she came in, sat down at the study-table, and took up her
history with whole-hearted interest.

Amelia, on the other side of the table, looked up and frowned. "That's
an awful hard hist'ry lesson," she said.

Anne was disinclined to speak to Amelia--Amelia had been so
hateful!--but finally she said rather curtly: "I don't think it's hard."

Amelia twirled a box that she held in her hand. "I do. I can't remember
those old Mexican names, or who went where and which whipped when."

That made Anne laugh. "Of course you can," she said. "Just play you're
there, marching 'long with the 'Merican soldiers. There's General
Taylor, sitting stiff and straight on a white horse. Up rides a little
Mexican on a pony. 'Look at our gre't big army and see how few men
you've got,' he says. 'S'render, General Taylor, s'render, before we