They're going to have boats on the Lake of Shining Waters--and ice cream, as I told you.

I have never tasted ice cream.
Diana tried to explain what it was like, but I guess ice cream is one of those things that are beyond imagination." "Anne, you have talked even on for ten minutes by the clock," said Marilla.

"Now, just for curiosity's sake, see if you can hold your tongue for the same length of time." Anne held her tongue as desired.

But for the rest of the week she talked picnic and thought picnic and dreamed picnic.

On Saturday it rained and she worked herself up into such a frantic state lest it should keep on raining until and over Wednesday that Marilla made her sew an extra patchwork square by way of steadying her nerves.
On Sunday Anne confided to Marilla on the way home from church that she grew actually cold all over with excitement when the minister announced the picnic from the pulpit.
"Such a thrill as went up and down my back, Marilla! I don't think I'd ever really believed until then that there was honestly going to be a picnic.