en-fr  Anne of Green Gables /Chapter XIV
CHAPITRE XIV.


LA CONFESSION D'ANNE.


Le soir du lundi précédant le pique-nique, Marilla revint de sa chambre avec un visage troublé.

— Anne, dit-elle à la menue personne qui écossait des pois à la table impeccable et chantait «Nelly du vallon des noisetiers» avec une vigueur et une émotion qui faisait honneur à l'enseignement de Diana, as-tu vu ma broche d’améthyste ? Je pensais que je l'avais piquée sur mon coussin à épingles lorsque je suis rentrée de l'église hier soir, mais je ne peux la trouver nulle part.

— Je... je l'ai vue cet après-midi quand tu étais allée à l'association de charité, dit Anne, un peu lentement. Je passais devant ta porte lorsque je l'ai vue sur le coussinet, alors je suis entrée pour la regarder.

— Y as-tu touché ? dit gravement Marilla.

— O-u-u-i, admit Anne, je l'ai prise et je l'ai épinglée sur mon corsage, juste pour voir de quoi cela aurait l'air.

— Tu n'avais pas à faire quelque chose comme ça. C'est très vilain pour une petite fille de se mêler de ce qui ne la regarde pas. En premier, tu n'aurais pas dû entrer dans ma chambre, et en second tu n'aurais pas dû toucher une broche qui ne t'appartient pas. Où l'as-tu mise ?

— Oh, je l'ai reposée sur le bureau. Je ne l'ai eue qu'une minute. Vraiment, je ne voulais pas y toucher, Marilla Je ne pensais pas que c'était mal d'entrer et d'essayer la broche ; mais je vois maintenant que ça l'était et je ne le referai plus. C'est une de mes qualités. Je ne fais jamais deux fois de suite la même vilaine bêtise.

— Tu ne l'as pas remise en place, dit Marilla. — Cette broche n'est nulle part sur le bureau. Tu l'as subtilisée ou quelque chose du genre, Anne.

— Je l'ai remise en place, dit Anne rapidement... Petite impertinente, pensa Marilla. — Je ne me souviens pas au juste si je l'ai accrochée sur le coussin à épingles ou posée dans le plateau en porcelaine de Chine. Mais je suis absolument certaine de l'avoir remise.

— Je vais aller vérifier une autre fois, dit Marilla, ne voulant pas commettre d'impair. — Si tu avais remis cette broche, elle serait toujours là. Si elle n'y est pas, je saurai que tu ne l'as pas fait, voilà tout !

Marilla alla dans sa chambre et fouilla minutieusement, non seulement sur le bureau mais dans tous les endroits où elle pensa que la broche pourrait éventuellement être. Elle ne la retrouva pas et retourna à la cuisine.

— Anne, la broche a disparu. Comme tu l'admets toi-même, tu es la dernière à l'avoir eue en main. Alors, qu'en as-tu fait ? Dis-moi tout de suite la vérité. L'as-tu prise et perdue?

Non, je ne l'ai pas fait, dit Anne solennellement, en soutenant le regard courroucé de Marilla. Je n'ai jamais sorti la broche de ta chambre, c'est la vérité, si je devais être mise au pilori pour cela, bien que je ne sois pas très sûre de ce qu'est le pilori. Voilà tout, Marilla.

Le " Voilà tout " d'Anne, n'était là que pour appuyer son affirmation, mais Marilla le prit comme un signe de défi.

— Je crois que tu es en train de me mentir, Anne, dit-elle sévèrement. Je sais que tu mens. Maintenant, ne dis plus rien avant que tu ne sois décidée à dire toute la vérité. Va dans ta chambre et restes-y jusqu'à ce que tu sois prête à avouer.

— Je prends les pois avec moi ? demanda doucement Anne.

— Non, je finirai de les écosser moi-même. Fais ce que je t'ai demandé.

Lorsque Anne fut partie, Marilla alla s'occuper de ses tâches ménagères, dans un état d'esprit très perturbé. Elle était préoccupée par sa broche de valeur. Que faire si Anne l'avait perdue ? Et quelle enfant malhonnête pour nier l'avoir prise, quand n'importe qui pouvait voir qu'elle l'avait fait. Et avec l'air si innocent, en plus !

Je ne sais pas ce qui se serait passé si j'étais arrivée plus tôt, pensait Marilla en écossant ses pois. Bien-sûr, je ne crois pas qu'elle ait eu l'intention de voler, ni quelque chose comme ça. Elle l'aura juste prise pour s'amuser ou pour étayer une de ses fantaisies. C'est elle qui l'a prise, c'est clair, car il n'y a pas eu âme qui vive dans cette chambre après elle, selon ses propres dires, jusqu'à ce que j'y sois venue ce soir. Et la broche a disparu, c'est ce qui est certain. Je suppose qu'elle l'a perdue et qu'elle a peur d'avouer de crainte d'être punie. C'est terrible de penser qu'elle raconte des mensonges. C'est bien pire que ses sautes d'humeur. C'est une effrayante responsabilité que d'avoir une enfant à la maison en qui vous ne pouvez pas avoir confiance. De sournoiserie et de mensonge, voilà ce dont elle a fait preuve. J'affirme que j'en suis plus peinée qu'au sujet de la broche. Si seulement elle m'avait dit la vérité pour la broche, je ne serais pas si préoccupée.

Au cours de la soirée, Marilla se rendit à plusieurs reprises dans sa chambre à la recherche de la broche, sans la trouver. Une petite visite, à l'heure du coucher, au pignon est n'eut aucun effet. Anne persistait à nier être au courant de quoi que ce soit à propos de la broche, mais Marilla était parfaitement convaincue du contraire.

Le lendemain matin, elle raconta toute l'histoire à Matthew. Matthew fut déconcerté et intrigué ; il ne pouvait pas perdre si vite la confiance accordée à Anne mais il devait admettre que les circonstances étaient contre elle.

— Tu es sûre qu'elle n'est pas tombée derrière le bureau ? fut la seule suggestion qu'il pût formuler.

— J'ai déplacé le bureau, sorti les tiroirs et examiné l'intérieur, chaque fissure et recoin, affirma Marilla sûre d'elle. — La broche s'est envolée, cette enfant l'a dérobée et a menti à ce sujet. C'est l'évidente, affreuse vérité, Matthew Cuthbert, et on ferait mieux de la regarder en face.

— Eh bien maintenant, que comptes-tu faire ? interrogea Matthew tristement, se sentant secrètement reconnaissant que Marilla et non lui, ait dû affronter la situation. Il ne ressentait aucune envie d'y mettre son grain de sel en ce moment.

— Elle restera dans sa chambre jusqu'à ce qu'elle avoue, dit sinistrement Marilla, rappelle-toi le succès de cette méthode dans le cas précédent. — Alors, nous verrons. Peut-être serons nous capable de trouver la broche si seulement elle raconte où elle l'a emportée, mais dans tous les cas, elle doit être sévèrement punie, Matthew.

— Eh bien, tu devras donc la punir , dit Matthew, saisissant son chapeau. Je n'ai rien à voir avec tout cela, souviens-toi. Tu m'as averti de rester en dehors.

Marilla se sentait abandonnée par tout le monde. Elle ne pouvait même pas aller voir Mme Lynde pour demander conseil. Elle monta au pignon de l'est avec un visage très grave et le quitta, cependant, avec un visage encore plus grave. Anne refusait résolument d'avouer. Elle persista à affirmer qu'elle n'avait pas pris la broche. L'enfant avait manifestement pleuré et Marilla ressentit une vague de pitié qu'elle réfréna sévèrement. Le soir, selon son expression, elle était «à bout».

— Tu resteras dans cette chambre jusqu'à ce que tu avoues, Anne. Fourre-toi bien cela dans le crane, dit-elle avec fermeté.

— Mais le pique-nique a lieu demain, Marilla, s'écria Anne. Tu ne vas pas m'empêcher d'y aller, le feras-tu ? Tu vas me laisser sortir juste pour l'après-midi, n'est-ce pas ? Après, je resterai ici aussi longtemps que tu voudras, avec joie. Mais je dois aller au pique-nique.

— Tu n'iras ni aux pique-niques, ni nulle part ailleurs, avant d'avoir avoué, Anne.

— Oh, Marilla, s'exclama Anne.

Mais Marilla était sortie en refermant la porte.

Le mercredi matin se leva aussi clair et ensoleillé que s'il avait été expressément commandé pour le pique-nique. Les oiseaux gazouillaient autour des Pignons Verts ; les lis blancs dans le jardin diffusaient des senteurs parfumées qui portées par des vents invisibles pénétraient chaque porte et fenêtre et erraient dans les couloirs et les chambres tels des esprits bienfaisants. Les bouleaux dans le valon remuaient joyeusement les mains comme s'ils surveillaient les habituelles salutations matinales d'Anne depuis le pignon est. Mais Anne n'était pas à sa fenêtre. Lorsque Marilla lui apporta le petit-déjeuner, elle trouva l'enfant assise bien droite sur son lit, pâle et déterminée, les lèvres serrées et les yeux brillants.

— Marilla, je suis prête à avouer.

— Ah ! Marilla posa son plateau. Une fois de plus, sa méthode avait porté ses fruits ; mais son succès lui était très amer. — J'écoute ce que tu as à dire alors, Anne.

— J'ai pris la broche d'améthyste, dit Anne, comme si elle récitait une leçon qu'elle avait apprise. — Je l'ai prise comme tu l'as dit. Je n'avais pas l'intention de la prendre quand je suis entrée. Mais elle paraissait si belle, Marilla, quand je l'ai épinglée sur ma poitrine, que j'ai été happée par une envie irrépressible. J'imaginais comme ce serait exaltant de l'emporter dans le Havre Sauvage et de jouer à être Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald. Cela serait tellement plus facile d'imaginer être Lady Cordelia si je portais la vraie broche d'améthyste. Diana et moi avions confectionné des colliers de baies roses, mais que sont des baies roses face à des améthystes. J'ai donc pris la broche. J'ai pensé la ramener avant que tu ne reviennes à la maison, j'ai trainé tout le long du chemin par la route pour retarder le moment. Quand je suis arrivée sur le pont du du lac des Eaux étincelantes, j'ai sorti la broche pour y jeter un dernier regard. Oh, comme elle brillait au soleil ! Ensuite, quand je me suis penchée sur le pont, elle m'a juste glissé des doigts...comme ça... plouf, plouf, plouf, toute brillante et violette, et elle a coulé à jamais dans le lac aux Eaux étincelantes. — Et c'est tout ce que je peux dire pour me confesser, Marilla.

Marilla sentit un grande colère envahir à nouveau son cœur. Cette gamine avait pris et perdu sa chère broche d'améthyste, et voilà qu'elle en récitait les détails sans la moindre remord ou repentance apparent.

— Anne, C'est terrible, dit-elle, en essayant de parler calmement. Tu est vraiment la fille la plus mauvaise dont j'ai jamais entendu parler.

— Oui, je pense, approuva tranquiement Anne. Et je sais que je dois être punie. Ce sera ton devoir de me punir, Marilla. Pourrais-tu classer ça tout de suite, car j'aimerais aller au pique-nique sans arrière-pensée.

Le pique-nique, vraiment ! Tu n'iras à aucun pique-nique aujourd'hui, Anne Shirly. Ce sera ta punition. Et ce n'est même pas la moitié de ce qu'elle devrait être pour ce que tu as fait !

— Pas aller au pique-nique ! Anne bondit sur ses pieds et agrippa la main de Marilla. Mais tu m'avais promis que je pourrais ! Oh, Marilla, je dois aller au pique-nique. C'est pour cela que j'ai avoué. Punis moi comme tu veux mais pas ça. Oh, Marilla, s'il te plait, s'il te plait, laisse moi aller au pique-nique Pense à la crème glacée ! Plus jamais, tu sais, plus jamais je n'aurai encore la chance de goûter de la crème glacée.

Marilla se dégageât des mains d'Anne sèchement.

Inutile de supplier, Anne. Tu ne vas pas au pique-nique, un point c'est tout. Non, plus un mot.

Anne réalisa que Marilla n'était pas disposée à céder. Elle joignit ses mains, poussa un cri perçant, puis se jeta tête la première sur son lit, criant et se tordant dans un total abandon de déception et désespoir.

— Pour l'amour de Dieu ! hoqueta Marilla, quittant hâtivement la pièce. — Je crois que cette enfant est folle. Aucun enfant sensé ne se comporterait comme elle. Si elle n'est pas folle, elle est particulièrement méchante. Oh mon Dieu, j'ai peur que Rachel n'ait eu raison dès le début. Mais je me suis attelée à cette tâche et je ne renoncerai pas.

C'était une piètre matinée. Marilla travailla avec acharnement ; quand elle ne put trouver rien d'autre à faire, elle récura le plancher du porche et les rayonnages de la laiterie. Ni les rayonnages, ni le porche n'en avait besoin — mais Marilla le fit. Puis elle sortit et râtissa la cour. Quand le déjeuner fut prêt, elle appela Anne depuis les escaliers. Un visage barbouillé de larmes apparût, regardant de façon tragique par-dessus les rampes.

— Descends pour déjeuner, Anne.

— Je n'ai pas envie de déjeuner, Marilla, sanglota Anne. —Je ne pourrais rien avaler. Mon coeur est brisé. Un jour, je l'espère, tu éprouveras du remords de l'avoir brisé, Marilla, mais je te pardonne. Quand ce jour viendra, souviens-toi que je te pardonne. Mais je t'en prie, ne me demande pas d'avaler quelque chose, surtout pas du porc bouilli et des légumes. Le porc bouilli et les légumes sont si peu romantiques lorsque l'on est dans l'affliction.

L'exaspérée, Marilla retourna à la cuisine et abreuva du récit de ses misères le pauvre Matthew, qui, entre son sens de la justice et sa sympathie illégitime pour Anne, s'en trouva malheureux.

— Eh bien, elle n'aurait pas dû prendre la broche, Marilla, ou raconter des histoires à ce sujet, admit-il, observant tristement son assiette de porc et de légumes verts si peu romantique, comme si, à l'image d'Anne, il pensait que c'était une nourriture inappropriée aux crises de sentiment. mais c'était un si petit être, un petit être passionnante. Ne penses-tu pas que c'est un peu sévère de ne pas la laisser aller au pique-nique alors qu'elle y tient tant ?

— Matthew Cuthbert, tu me stupéfies. Je pense que je l'ai laissé s'en tirer trop facilement. Et elle ne semble pas réaliser à quel point elle a été méchante... c'est ce qui m'inquiète le plus. Si elle s'était sentie vraiment désolée, ça ne serait pas si grave. Et tu ne sembles pas le réaliser, non plus ; tu lui trouves des excuses tout le temps, je le vois bien.

— Et pourtant, c'est un si petit être, réitéra faiblement Matthew. Et nous devrions faire preuve d'indulgence, Marilla. Tu sais qu'elle n'a jamais reçu d'éducation.

— Eh bien, elle la reçoit maintenant, rétorqua Marilla.

La répartie fit taire Mathew si elle ne le convainquit pas. Ce diner fut particulièrement lugubre. La seule chose gaie là dessus fut le garçon Jerry Buote, le garçon caché, et Marilla le ressentait sa gaité comme une insulte personnelle.

Quand sa vaisselle fut terminée, son éponge en croute de pain faite et qu'elle eut donné à manger à ses poules, Marilla se souvint qu'elle avait remarqué un petit accroc dans son plus beau châle de dentelle noir quand elle l'avait quitté le lundi après midi en revenant de chez les Ladies' Aid Elle allait le réparer.

Le châle était dans une boite dans sa malle. Quand Marilla le sortit, la lumière du soleil en passant à travers les vignes qui divisaient la fenêtre, frappa quelque chose accroché au châle, une chose à facettes qui scintillait en jetant des éclats de lumière violette. Marilla l'arracha en sursaut. C'était la broche d'améthyste, accrochée à in fil de la dentelle par sa fixation.

— Mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu, dit Marilla, qu'est-ce que ça veut dire ? Voici ma broche saine et sauve que je pensais être au fond du lac de Barry. Qu'est-ce que cette gamine a voulu dire en racontant qu'elle l'avait prise et l'avait perdue ? J'affirme avoir la conviction que Les pignons verts sont ensorcelés. Maintenant je me souviens que lorsque j'ai retiré mon châle lundi après-midi, je l'ai déposé quelques instants sur le bureau. Je suppose que la broche a dû y rester accrochée. Eh bien !

La broche à la main, Marilla se dirigea vers le pignon est. Anne avait pleuré toutes les larmes de son corps et était assise, anéantie, à la fenêtre.

— Anne Shirley, dit Marilla d'un ton solennel, je viens de retrouver ma broche accrochée dans les mailles de mon châle noir. Maintenant, j'aimerais comprendre à quoi riment les calembredaines que tu m'as racontées ce matin.

— Parce que tu m'avais dit que tu me retiendrais ici jusqu'à ce que je fasse des aveux, répondit Anne avec lassitude, et donc j'ai décidé d'en faire car je tenais tant à aller à ce pique-nique. J'ai réfléchi à une confession hier soir après m'être couchée et je l'ai rendue aussi intéressante que possible. Et je l'ai répétée maintes fois pour ne pas l'oublier. Mais, après tout, vous n'avez pas voulu me laisser partir au pique-nique, alors j'ai perdu mon temps.

Marilla ne put s'empêcher de rire malgré elle. Mais sa conscience la piqua.

— Anne, tu es particulière! Mais j'avais tort - Je le comprends maintenant. Je n'aurais jamais du douter de ta parole alors que je ne t'avais jamais entendu mentir. Bien sûr, ça ne te convenait pas de confesser quelque chose que tu n'avais pas fait - c'était très difficile pour toi. Mais je t'ai poussé à le faire. Alors, si tu veux me pardonner, Anne, je te pardonnerai et nous recommencerons sur de bonnes bases. Et maintenant, prépare-toi pour le pique-nique.

Anne partit comme une fusée.

— Oh, Marilla, est-ce qu'il n'est pas trop tard?

— Non, il n'est que deux heures. Ils seront encore mieux regroupés et une heure s'écoulera avant qu'ils prennent le thé. Lave-toi le visage, peigne tes cheveux et enfile ta robe en vichy. Je vais remplir un panier pour toi. Il y a beaucoup de choses cuites à la maison. Et je vais demander à Jerry d'atteler l'alezane et de te conduire à l'endroit du pique-nique.

— Oh ! Marilla, s'écria Anne en filant au lavabo. Il y a encore cinq minutes j'étais si malheureuse, je regrettais d'être née, et maintenant je ne voudrais pas échanger ma place avec un ange.

Ce soir-là, Anne, parfaitement heureuse et complètement épuisée, revint aux Pignons Verts dans un état d'exaltation impossible à décrire.

— Oh Marilla, j'ai passé un moment tout à fait délectable. Délectable est un nouveau mot que j'ai appris aujourd'hui. J'ai entendu Mary Alice Bell l'employer. N'est-il pas très expressif ? Tout était charmant. Nous avons pris un excellent thé, et puis M. Harmon Andrew nous a tous emmenés faire un tour de barque sur le lac aux Eaux Étincelantes — Six d'entre nous à la fois. Et Jane Andrews a failli passer par-dessus bord. Elle se penchait pour ramasser des nénuphars, et si M Andrews ne l'avait pas rattrapée juste à temps par la ceinture, elle serait tombée et probablement noyée. J'aurais voulu que ce soit moi. Ç'aurait été une expérience tellement romantique de s'être presque noyée Ce serait une histoire si palpitante à raconter. Et nous avons eu de la crème glacée. Les mots me manquent pour décrire cette crème glacée. Marilla, je t'assure que c'était sublime.

Ce soir là Marilla raconta toute l'histoire à Mathew par-dessus sa corbeille à ouvrage.

— Je veux bien admettre que j'ai fait une erreur, conclut-elle candidement, mais ça m'a servi de leçon. Je ne peux m'empêcher de rire en pensant à la " confession " d'Anne, bien que je ne devrais pas car c'était réellement un mensonge. Mais, en quelque sorte, ce cas semble moins grave que l'autre aurait pu l'être et, de toute façon, c'est de ma faute. Sous certains aspects cette enfant est dure à comprendre. Cependant, je crois qu'elle deviendra quelqu'un de bien. Et une chose est sûre, jamais aucune maison ne sera ennuyeuse quand elle s'y trouvera.
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CHAPTER XIV.
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ANNE'S CONFESSION.
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"I was passing your door when I saw it on the cushion, so I went in to look at it."
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"Did you touch it?"
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said Marilla sternly.
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"You had no business to do anything of the sort.
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It's very wrong in a little girl to meddle.
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Where did you put it? "
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"Oh, I put it back on the bureau.
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I hadn't it on a minute.
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Truly, I didn't mean to meddle, Marilla.
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That's one good thing about me.
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I never do the same naughty thing twice."
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"You didn't put it back," said Marilla.
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"That brooch isn't anywhere on the bureau.
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You've taken it out or something, Anne."
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"I did put it back," said Anne quickly—pertly, Marilla thought.
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"I don't just remember whether I stuck it on the pincushion or laid it in the china tray.
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But I'm perfectly certain I put it back."
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"I'll go and have another look," said Marilla, determining to be just.
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"If you put that brooch back it's there still.
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If it isn't I'll know you didn't, that's all!"
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It was not to be found and she returned to the kitchen.
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"Anne, the brooch is gone.
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By your own admission you were the last person to handle it.
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Now, what have you done with it?
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Tell me the truth at once.
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Did you take it out and lose it?"
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"No, I didn't," said Anne solemnly, meeting Manila's angry gaze squarely.
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So there, Marilla."
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"I believe you are telling me a falsehood, Anne," she said sharply.
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"I know you are.
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There now, don't say anything more unless you are prepared to tell the whole truth.
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Go to your room and stay there until you are ready to confess."
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"Will I take the peas with me?"
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said Anne meekly.
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"No, I'll finish shelling them myself.
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Do as I bid you."
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She was worried about her valuable brooch.
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What if Anne had lost it?
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With such an innocent face, too!
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"Of course, I don't suppose she meant to steal it or anything like that.
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She's just taken it to play with or help along that imagination of hers.
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And the brooch is gone, there's nothing surer.
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I suppose she has lost it and is afraid to own up for fear she'll be punished.
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It's a dreadful thing to think she tells falsehoods.
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It's a far worse thing than her fit of temper.
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It's a fearful responsibility to have a child in your house you can't trust.
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Slyness and untruthfulness—that's what she has displayed.
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I declare I feel worse about that than about the brooch.
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If she'd only have told the truth about it I wouldn't mind so much."
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A bed-time visit to the east gable produced no result.
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She told Matthew the story the next morning.
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"You're sure it hasn't fell down behind the bureau?"
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was the only suggestion he could offer.
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"I've moved the bureau and I've taken out the drawers and I've looked in.
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every crack and cranny," was Manila's positive answer.
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"The brooch is gone and that child has taken it and lied about it.
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"Well now, what are you going to do about it?"
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He felt no desire to put his oar in this time.
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"Then we'll see.
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"Well now, you'll have to punish her," said Matthew, reaching for his hat.
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"I've nothing to do with it, remember.
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You warned me off yourself."
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Marilla felt deserted by every one.
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She could not even go to Mrs. Lynde for advice.
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Anne steadfastly refused to confess.
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She persisted in asserting that she had not taken the brooch.
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By night she was, as she expressed it, "beat out."
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"You'll stay in this room until you confess, Anne.
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You can make up your mind to that," she said firmly.
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"But the picnic is to-morrow, Marilla," cried Anne.
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"You won't keep me from going to that, will you?
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You'll just let me out for the afternoon, won't you?
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Then I'll stay here as long as you like afterwards cheerfully.
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But I must go to the picnic."
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"You'll not go to picnics nor anywhere else until you've confessed, Anne."
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"Oh, Marilla," gasped Anne.
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But Marilla had gone out and shut the door.
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But Anne was not at her window.
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"Marilla, I'm ready to confess."
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"Ah!"
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Marilla laid down her tray.
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Once again her method had succeeded; but her success was very bitter to her.
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"Let me hear what you have to say then, Anne."
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"I took the amethyst brooch," said Anne, as if repeating a lesson she had learned.
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"I took it just as you said.
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I didn't mean to take it when I went in.
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So I took the brooch.
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Oh, how it did shine in the sunlight!
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And that's the best I can do at confessing, Marilla."
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Marilla felt hot anger surge up into her heart again.
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"Anne, this is terrible," she said, trying to speak calmly.
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"You are the very wickedest girl I ever heard of."
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"Yes, I suppose I am," agreed Anne tranquilly.
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"And I know I'll have to be punished.
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It'll be your duty to punish me, Marilla.
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"Picnic, indeed!
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You'll go to no picnic to-day, Anne Shirley.
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That shall be your punishment.
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And it isn't half severe enough either for what you've done!"
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"Not go to the picnic!"
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Anne sprang to her feet and clutched Marilla's hand.
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"But you promised me I might!
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Oh, Marilla, I must go to the picnic.
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That was why I confessed.
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Punish me any way you like but that.
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Oh, Marilla, please, please, let me go to the picnic.
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Think of the ice-cream!
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For anything you know I may never have a chance to taste ice-cream again."
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Marilla disengaged Anne's clinging hands stonily.
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"You needn't plead, Anne.
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You are not going to the picnic and that's final.
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No, not a word."
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Anne realized that Marilla was not to be moved.
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"For the land's sake!"
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gasped Marilla, hastening from the room.
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"I believe the child is crazy.
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No child in her senses would behave as she does.
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If she isn't she's utterly bad.
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Oh dear, I'm afraid Rachel was right from the first.
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But I've put my hand to the plough and I won't look back."
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That was a dismal morning.
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Neither the shelves nor the porch needed it—but Marilla did.
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Then she went out and raked the yard.
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When dinner was ready she went to the stairs and called Anne.
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A tear-stained face appeared, looking tragically over the banisters.
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"Come down to your dinner, Anne."
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"I don't want any dinner, Marilla," said Anne sobbingly.
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"I couldn't eat anything.
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My heart is broken.
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Remember when the time comes that I forgive you.
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But please don't ask me to eat anything, especially boiled pork and greens.
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Boiled pork and greens are so unromantic when one is in affliction."
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Don't you think it's pretty rough not to let her go to the picnic when she's so set on it?"
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"Matthew Cuthbert, I'm amazed at you.
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I think I've let her off entirely too easy.
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And she doesn't appear to realize how wicked she's been at all—that's what worries me most.
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If she'd really felt sorry it wouldn't be so bad.
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"Well now, she's such a little thing," feebly reiterated Matthew.
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"And there should be allowances made, Marilla.
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You know she's never had any bringing up."
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"Well, she's having it now," retorted Marilla.
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The retort silenced Matthew if it did not convince him.
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That dinner was a very dismal meal.
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She would go and mend it.
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The shawl was in a box in her trunk.
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Marilla snatched at it with a gasp.
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It was the amethyst brooch, hanging to a thread of the lace by its catch!
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"Dear life and heart," said Marilla blankly, "what does this mean?
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Here's my brooch safe and sound that I thought was at the bottom of Barry's pond.
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Whatever did that girl mean by saying she took it and lost it?
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I declare I believe Green Gables is bewitched.
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I remember now that when I took off my shawl Monday afternoon I laid it on the bureau for a minute.
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I suppose the brooch got caught in it somehow.
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Well!"
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Marilla betook herself to the east gable, brooch in hand.
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Anne had cried herself out and was sitting dejectedly by the window.
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"Anne Shirley," said Marilla solemnly, "I've just found my brooch hanging to my black lace shawl.
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Now I want to know what that rigmarole you told me this morning meant."
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I thought out a confession last night after I went to bed and made it as interesting as I could.
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And I said it over and over so that I wouldn't forget it.
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But you wouldn't let me go to the picnic after all, so all my trouble was wasted."
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Marilla had to laugh in spite of herself.
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But her conscience pricked her.
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"Anne, you do beat all!
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But I was wrong—I see that now.
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I shouldn't have doubted your word when I'd never known you to tell a story.
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But I drove you to it.
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Anne flew up like a rocket.
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"Oh, Marilla, isn't it too late?"
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"No, it's only two o'clock.
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They won't be more than well gathered yet and it'll be an hour before they have tea.
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Wash your face and comb your hair and put on your gingham.
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I'll fill a basket for you.
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There's plenty of stuff baked in the house.
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And I'll get Jerry to hitch up the sorrel and drive you down to the picnic ground."
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"Oh, Marilla," exclaimed Anne, flying to the wash-stand.
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"Oh, Marilla, I've had a perfectly scrumptious time.
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Scrumptious is a new word I learned to-day.
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I heard Mary Alice Bell use it.
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Isn't it very expressive?
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Everything was lovely.
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And Jane Andrews nearly fell overboard.
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I wish it had been me.
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It would have been such a romantic experience to have been nearly drowned.
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It would be such a thrilling tale to tell.
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And we had the ice-cream.
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Words fail me to describe that ice-cream.
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Marilla, I assure you it was sublime."
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That evening Marilla told the whole story to Matthew over her stocking basket.
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"I'm willing to own up that I made a mistake," she concluded candidly, "but I've learned a lesson.
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But it doesn't seem as bad as the other would have been, somehow, and anyhow I'm responsible for it.
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That child is hard to understand in some respects.
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But I believe she'll turn out all right yet.
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And there's one thing certain, no house will ever be dull that she's in."
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Update: Thank to Gaby and her watching the movie, we now know that:
1. Anne only use the formal form ("vous") at the start, but later (we agreed for Chapter XI) she will say "tu" to Marilla and Matthew, and the formal form with everybody else but her classmates. Marilla and Rachel are friends and they use "tu".
2. She likes overstatements and superlatives.
3. We need to translate "green gables" by "les pignons verts" as it is done in the movie.

by gaelle044 9 months ago

Anne of Green Gables (1908)

Written for all ages, it has been considered a children's novel since the mid-twentieth century. It recounts the adventures of Anne Shirley, an 11-year-old orphan girl who is mistakenly sent to Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, a middle-aged brother and sister who had intended to adopt a boy to help them on their farm in Prince Edward Island. The novel recounts how Anne makes her way with the Cuthberts, in school, and within the town. Since publication, Anne of Green Gables has sold more than 50 million copies and has been translated into 20 languages. It has been adapted as film, made-for-television movies, and animated and live-action television series. — Excerpted from Anne of Green Gables (1908) on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Anne_of_Green_Gables_(1908)

by gaelle044 9 months ago

CHAPTER XIV.

ANNE'S CONFESSION.

On the Monday evening before the picnic Marilla came down from her room with a troubled face.

"Anne," she said to that small personage, who was shelling peas by the spotless table and singing "Nelly of the Hazel Dell" with a vigour and expression that did credit to Diana's teaching, "did you see anything of my amethyst brooch? I thought I stuck it in my pincushion when I came home from church yesterday evening, but I can't find it anywhere."

"I—I saw it this afternoon when you were away at the Aid Society," said Anne, a little slowly. "I was passing your door when I saw it on the cushion, so I went in to look at it."

"Did you touch it?" said Marilla sternly.

"Y-e-e-s," admitted Anne, "I took it up and I pinned it on my breast just to see how it would look."

"You had no business to do anything of the sort. It's very wrong in a little girl to meddle. You shouldn't have gone into my room in the first place and you shouldn't have touched a brooch that didn't belong to you in the second. Where did you put it? "

"Oh, I put it back on the bureau. I hadn't it on a minute. Truly, I didn't mean to meddle, Marilla. I didn't think about its being wrong to go in and try on the brooch; but I see now that it was and I'll never do it again. That's one good thing about me. I never do the same naughty thing twice."

"You didn't put it back," said Marilla. "That brooch isn't anywhere on the bureau. You've taken it out or something, Anne."

"I did put it back," said Anne quickly—pertly, Marilla thought. "I don't just remember whether I stuck it on the pincushion or laid it in the china tray. But I'm perfectly certain I put it back."

"I'll go and have another look," said Marilla, determining to be just. "If you put that brooch back it's there still. If it isn't I'll know you didn't, that's all!"

Marilla went to her room and made a thorough search, not only over the bureau but in every other place she thought the brooch might possibly be. It was not to be found and she returned to the kitchen.

"Anne, the brooch is gone. By your own admission you were the last person to handle it. Now, what have you done with it? Tell me the truth at once. Did you take it out and lose it?"

"No, I didn't," said Anne solemnly, meeting Manila's angry gaze squarely. "I never took the brooch out of your room and that is the truth, if I was to be led to the block for it—although I'm not very certain what a block is. So there, Marilla."

Anne's "so there" was only intended to emphasize her assertion, but Marilla took it as a display of defiance.

"I believe you are telling me a falsehood, Anne," she said sharply. "I know you are. There now, don't say anything more unless you are prepared to tell the whole truth. Go to your room and stay there until you are ready to confess."

"Will I take the peas with me?" said Anne meekly.

"No, I'll finish shelling them myself. Do as I bid you."

When Anne had gone Marilla went about her evening tasks in a very disturbed state of mind. She was worried about her valuable brooch. What if Anne had lost it? And how wicked of the child to deny having taken it, when anybody could see she must have! With such an innocent face, too!

"I don't know what I wouldn't sooner have had happen," thought Marilla, as she nervously shelled the peas. "Of course, I don't suppose she meant to steal it or anything like that. She's just taken it to play with or help along that imagination of hers. She must have taken it, that's clear, for there hasn't been a soul in that room since she was in it, by her own story, until I went up to-night. And the brooch is gone, there's nothing surer. I suppose she has lost it and is afraid to own up for fear she'll be punished. It's a dreadful thing to think she tells falsehoods. It's a far worse thing than her fit of temper. It's a fearful responsibility to have a child in your house you can't trust. Slyness and untruthfulness—that's what she has displayed. I declare I feel worse about that than about the brooch. If she'd only have told the truth about it I wouldn't mind so much."

Marilla went to her room at intervals all through the evening and searched for the brooch, without finding it. A bed-time visit to the east gable produced no result. Anne persisted in denying that she knew anything about the brooch but Marilla was only the more firmly convinced that she did.

She told Matthew the story the next morning. Matthew was confounded and puzzled; he could not so quickly lose faith in Anne but he had to admit that circumstances were against her.

"You're sure it hasn't fell down behind the bureau?" was the only suggestion he could offer.

"I've moved the bureau and I've taken out the drawers and I've looked in. every crack and cranny," was Manila's positive answer. "The brooch is gone and that child has taken it and lied about it. That's the plain, ugly truth, Matthew Cuthbert, and we might as well look it in the face."

"Well now, what are you going to do about it?" Matthew asked forlornly, feeling secretly thankful that Marilla and not he had to deal with the situation. He felt no desire to put his oar in this time.

"She'll stay in her room until she confesses," said Marilla grimly, remembering the success of this method in the former case. "Then we'll see. Perhaps we'll be able to find the brooch if she'll only tell where she took it; but in any case she'll have to be severely punished, Matthew."

"Well now, you'll have to punish her," said Matthew, reaching for his hat. "I've nothing to do with it, remember. You warned me off yourself."

Marilla felt deserted by every one. She could not even go to Mrs. Lynde for advice. She went up to the east gable with a very serious face and left it with a face more serious still. Anne steadfastly refused to confess. She persisted in asserting that she had not taken the brooch. The child had evidently been crying and Marilla felt a pang of pity which she sternly repressed. By night she was, as she expressed it, "beat out."

"You'll stay in this room until you confess, Anne. You can make up your mind to that," she said firmly.

"But the picnic is to-morrow, Marilla," cried Anne. "You won't keep me from going to that, will you? You'll just let me out for the afternoon, won't you? Then I'll stay here as long as you like afterwards cheerfully. But I must go to the picnic."

"You'll not go to picnics nor anywhere else until you've confessed, Anne."

"Oh, Marilla," gasped Anne.

But Marilla had gone out and shut the door.

Wednesday morning dawned as bright and fair as if expressly made to order for the picnic. Birds sang around Green Gables; the Madonna lilies in the garden sent out whiffs of perfume that entered in on viewless winds at every door and window, and wandered through halls and rooms like spirits of benediction. The birches in the hollow waved joyful hands as if watching for Anne's usual morning greeting from the east gable. But Anne was not at her window. When Marilla took her breakfast up to her she found the child sitting primly on her bed, pale and resolute, with tight-shut lips and gleaming eyes.

"Marilla, I'm ready to confess."

"Ah!" Marilla laid down her tray. Once again her method had succeeded; but her success was very bitter to her. "Let me hear what you have to say then, Anne."

"I took the amethyst brooch," said Anne, as if repeating a lesson she had learned. "I took it just as you said. I didn't mean to take it when I went in. But it did look so beautiful, Marilla, when I pinned it on my breast that I was overcome by an irresistible temptation. I imagined how perfectly thrilling it would be to take it to Idlewild and play I was the Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald. It would be so much easier to imagine I was the Lady Cordelia if I had a real amethyst brooch on. Diana and I made necklaces of roseberries but what are roseberries compared to amethysts? So I took the brooch. I thought I could put it back before you came home, I went all the way around by the road to lengthen out the time. When I was going over the bridge across the Lake of Shining Waters I took the brooch off to have another look at it. Oh, how it did shine in the sunlight! And then, when I was leaning over the bridge, it just slipped through my fingers—so—and went down—down—down, all purply-sparkling, and sank forevermore beneath the Lake of Shining Waters. And that's the best I can do at confessing, Marilla."

Marilla felt hot anger surge up into her heart again. This child had taken and lost her treasured amethyst brooch and now sat there calmly reciting the details thereof without the least apparent compunction or repentance.

"Anne, this is terrible," she said, trying to speak calmly. "You are the very wickedest girl I ever heard of."

"Yes, I suppose I am," agreed Anne tranquilly. "And I know I'll have to be punished. It'll be your duty to punish me, Marilla. Won't you please get it over right off because I'd like to go to the picnic with nothing on my mind."

"Picnic, indeed! You'll go to no picnic to-day, Anne Shirley. That shall be your punishment. And it isn't half severe enough either for what you've done!"

"Not go to the picnic!" Anne sprang to her feet and clutched Marilla's hand. "But you promised me I might! Oh, Marilla, I must go to the picnic. That was why I confessed. Punish me any way you like but that. Oh, Marilla, please, please, let me go to the picnic. Think of the ice-cream! For anything you know I may never have a chance to taste ice-cream again."

Marilla disengaged Anne's clinging hands stonily.

"You needn't plead, Anne. You are not going to the picnic and that's final. No, not a word."

Anne realized that Marilla was not to be moved. She clasped her hands together, gave a piercing shriek, and then flung herself face downwards on the bed, crying and writhing in an utter abandonment of disappointment and despair.

"For the land's sake!" gasped Marilla, hastening from the room. "I believe the child is crazy. No child in her senses would behave as she does. If she isn't she's utterly bad. Oh dear, I'm afraid Rachel was right from the first. But I've put my hand to the plough and I won't look back."

That was a dismal morning. Marilla worked fiercely and scrubbed the porch floor and the dairy shelves when she could find nothing else to do. Neither the shelves nor the porch needed it—but Marilla did. Then she went out and raked the yard. When dinner was ready she went to the stairs and called Anne. A tear-stained face appeared, looking tragically over the banisters.

"Come down to your dinner, Anne."

"I don't want any dinner, Marilla," said Anne sobbingly. "I couldn't eat anything. My heart is broken. You'll feel remorse of conscience some day, I expect, for breaking it, Marilla, but I forgive you. Remember when the time comes that I forgive you. But please don't ask me to eat anything, especially boiled pork and greens. Boiled pork and greens are so unromantic when one is in affliction."

Exasperated Marilla returned to the kitchen and poured out her tale of woe to Matthew, who, between his sense of justice and his unlawful sympathy with Anne, was a miserable man.

"Well now, she shouldn't have taken the brooch, Marilla, or told stories about it," he admitted, mournfully surveying his plateful of unromantic pork and greens as if he, like Anne, thought it a food unsuited to crises of feeling, "but she's such a little thing—such an interesting little thing. Don't you think it's pretty rough not to let her go to the picnic when she's so set on it?"

"Matthew Cuthbert, I'm amazed at you. I think I've let her off entirely too easy. And she doesn't appear to realize how wicked she's been at all—that's what worries me most. If she'd really felt sorry it wouldn't be so bad. And you don't seem to realize it, neither; you're making excuses for her all the time to yourself—I can see that."

"Well now, she's such a little thing," feebly reiterated Matthew. "And there should be allowances made, Marilla. You know she's never had any bringing up."

"Well, she's having it now," retorted Marilla.

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."

Anne flew up like a rocket.

"Oh, Marilla, isn't it too late?"

"No, it's only two o'clock. They won't be more than well gathered yet and it'll be an hour before they have tea. Wash your face and comb your hair and put on your gingham. I'll fill a basket for you. There's plenty of stuff baked in the house. And I'll get Jerry to hitch up the sorrel and drive you down to the picnic ground."

"Oh, Marilla," exclaimed Anne, flying to the wash-stand. "Five minutes ago I was so miserable I was wishing I'd never been born and now I wouldn't change places with an angel!"

That night a thoroughly happy, completely tired out Anne returned to Green Gables in a state of beatification impossible to describe.

"Oh, Marilla, I've had a perfectly scrumptious time. Scrumptious is a new word I learned to-day. I heard Mary Alice Bell use it. Isn't it very expressive? Everything was lovely. We had a splendid tea and then Mr. Harmon Andrews took us all for a row on the Lake of Shining Waters—six of us at a time. And Jane Andrews nearly fell overboard. She was leaning out to pick water lilies and if Mr. Andrews hadn't caught her by her sash just in the nick of time she'd have fallen in and prob'ly been drowned. I wish it had been me. It would have been such a romantic experience to have been nearly drowned. It would be such a thrilling tale to tell. And we had the ice-cream. Words fail me to describe that ice-cream. Marilla, I assure you it was sublime."

That evening Marilla told the whole story to Matthew over her stocking basket.

"I'm willing to own up that I made a mistake," she concluded candidly, "but I've learned a lesson. I have to laugh when I think of Anne's 'confession,' although I suppose I shouldn't for it really was a falsehood. But it doesn't seem as bad as the other would have been, somehow, and anyhow I'm responsible for it. That child is hard to understand in some respects. But I believe she'll turn out all right yet. And there's one thing certain, no house will ever be dull that she's in."