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The retort silenced Matthew if it did not convince him. That dinner was a very dismal meal. The only cheerful thing about it was Jerry Buote, the hired boy, and Marilla resented his cheerfulness as a personal insult.

When her dishes were washed and her bread sponge set and her hens fed Marilla remembered that she had noticed a small rent in her best black lace shawl when she had taken it off on Monday afternoon on returning from the Ladies' Aid.

She would go and mend it.

The shawl was in a box in her trunk.

As Marilla lifted it out, the sunlight, falling through the vines that clustered thickly about the window, struck upon something caught in the shawl-something that glittered and sparkled in facets of violet light.

Marilla snatched at it with a gasp.

It was the amethyst brooch, hanging to a thread of the lace by its catch!

"Dear life and heart," said Marilla blankly, "what does this mean? Here's my brooch safe and sound that I thought was at the bottom of Barry's pond.

Whatever did that girl mean by saying she took it and lost it? I declare I believe Green Gables is bewitched.

I remember now that when I took off my shawl Monday afternoon I laid it on the bureau for a minute.

I suppose the brooch got caught in it somehow.

Well!"

Marilla betook herself to the east gable, brooch in hand. Anne had cried herself out and was sitting dejectedly by the window.

"Anne Shirley," said Marilla solemnly, "I've just found my brooch hanging to my black lace shawl. Now I want to know what that rigmarole you told me this morning meant."

"Why, you said you'd keep me here until I confessed," returned Anne wearily, "and so I decided to confess because I was bound to get to the picnic.

I thought out a confession last night after I went to bed and made it as interesting as I could.

And I said it over and over so that I wouldn't forget it.

But you wouldn't let me go to the picnic after all, so all my trouble was wasted."

Marilla had to laugh in spite of herself. But her conscience pricked her.

"Anne, you do beat all! But I was wrong-I see that now.

I shouldn't have doubted your word when I'd never known you to tell a story.

Of course, it wasn't right for you to confess to a thing you hadn't done-it was very wrong to do so.

But I drove you to it.

So if you'll forgive me, Anne, I'll forgive you and we'll start square again.

And now get yourself ready for the picnic."

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