For pity's sake, if the child isn't actually trembling!" Anne WAS trembling.

Her face was pale and tense.
"Oh, Marilla, you'd be excited, too, if you were going to meet a little girl you hoped to be your bosom friend and whose mother mightn't like you," she said as she hastened to get her hat.
They went over to Orchard Slope by the short cut across the brook and up the firry hill grove.

Mrs.Barry came to the kitchen door in answer to Marilla's knock.

She was a tall black-eyed, black-haired woman, with a very resolute mouth.

She had the reputation of being very strict with her children.
"How do you do, Marilla ?" she said cordially.