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 tomorrow, 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.