Anne sat thinking Matthew's words over. "Should I apologies?" She thought out loud. "But he is the one that broke our friendship." Her stubbornness getting the better of her. "However, Matthew thinks it best that I do... He is very wise when he feels the need to come up here and talk to me." She said, the voice of reason that was Matthew Cuthbert beginning to push away stubborn pride. "Oh why is this so hard." She thought. "Swallow your pride Anne. If Gilbert means anything to you at all you will swallow it now!" She looked around her room. "Maybe it would be easier if I just gave him something." She whispered thoughtfully. "No. You can't hide behind the written word. If you do that he'll think you a coward. You have to apologies in person!" Her conscience told her. Anne went down stairs determination written upon her face. She opened the door and began speed walking down to the Blythe's.
It was getting late as she approached her destination. The sun was about to set and there was no way she would make it back before Marilla came home. However, this was far more important to her than avoiding the scoldings of Marilla. She went up the steps to the door and with a trembling hand knocked on the door. As Gilbert opened the door she realized how improper her actions had been. Leaving the hose just before nightfall to visit a boy's house, what was she thinking? She contemplated turning around and running back, but one look at his face made her looked down at the ground before saying "Hello Mr. Blythe." He said in response "Would you like to come in?" She did not want to. She had to say something... anything to express how utterly sorry she was. "No, I came to talk to you and then I really have to go." He hoped she would say what he thought she came here to say. "Alright." She looked up into his eyes. "I know you said we were not friends, but I want you to know should you ever want to be my friend again... Which I'm sure you don't want to... Oh never mind you would only say you don't want to see me again after this morning and you probably think me improper because of this. So of course you wouldn't care how many times I said it." She turned around and stated to head back. "Say what, Anne?" He called from behind her. She looked back tears spilling down her checks. "I'm sorry."