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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 vigor 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.