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She's just got to be pulled up short and sudden on this sort of thing.

I don't care if Mrs. Allan does say she's the brightest and sweetest child she ever knew.

She may be bright and sweet enough, but her head is full of nonsense and there's never any knowing what shape it'll break out in next.

Just as soon as she grows out of one freak she takes up with another.

But there! Here I am saying the very thing I was so riled with Rachel Lynde for saying at the Aid today.

I was real glad when Mrs. Allan spoke up for Anne, for if she hadn't I know I'd have said something too sharp to Rachel before everybody.

Anne's got plenty of faults, goodness knows, and far be it from me to deny it.

But I'm bringing her up and not Rachel Lynde, who'd pick faults in the Angel Gabriel himself if he lived in Avonlea.

Just the same, Anne has no business to leave the house like this when I told her she was to stay home this afternoon and look after things.

I must say, with all her faults, I never found her disobedient or untrustworthy before and I'm real sorry to find her so now."

"Well now, I dunno," said Matthew, who, being patient and wise and, above all, hungry, had deemed it best to let Marilla talk her wrath out unhindered, having learned by experience that she got through with whatever work was on hand much quicker if not delayed by untimely argument.

"Perhaps you're judging her too hasty, Marilla.

Don't call her untrustworthy until you're sure she has disobeyed you.

Mebbe it can all be explained-Anne's a great hand at explaining."

"She's not here when I told her to stay," retorted Marilla. "I reckon she'll find it hard to explain THAT to my satisfaction. Of course I knew you'd take her part, Matthew. But I'm bringing her up, not you."

It was dark when supper was ready, and still no sign of Anne, coming hurriedly over the log bridge or up Lover's Lane, breathless and repentant with a sense of neglected duties.

Marilla washed and put away the dishes grimly.

Then, wanting a candle to light her way down the cellar, she went up to the east gable for the one that generally stood on Anne's table.

Lighting it, she turned around to see Anne herself lying on the bed, face downward among the pillows.

"Mercy on us," said astonished Marilla, "have you been asleep, Anne?"

"No," was the muffled reply.

"Are you sick then?" demanded Marilla anxiously, going over to the bed.

Anne cowered deeper into her pillows as if desirous of hiding herself forever from mortal eyes.

"No. But please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me.

I'm in the depths of despair and I don't care who gets head in class or writes the best composition or sings in the Sunday-school choir any more.

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