As for the picnic, of course you can go.

You're a Sunday-school scholar, and it's not likely I'd refuse to let you go when all the other little girls are going." "But--but," faltered Anne, "Diana says that everybody must take a basket of things to eat.

I can't cook, as you know, Marilla, and--and--I don't mind going to a picnic without puffed sleeves so much, but I'd feel terribly humiliated if I had to go without a basket.

It's been preying on my mind ever since Diana told me." "Well, it needn't prey any longer.

I'll bake you a basket." "Oh, you dear good Marilla.