When I was going over the bridge across the Lake of Shining Waters I took the brooch off to have another look at it.

Oh, how it did shine in the sunlight! And then, when I was leaning over the bridge, it just slipped through my fingers--so--and went down--down--down, all purply-sparkling, and sank forevermore beneath the Lake of Shining Waters.

And that's the best I can do at confessing, Marilla." Marilla felt hot anger surge up into her heart again.

This child had taken and lost her treasured amethyst brooch and now sat there calmly reciting the details thereof without the least apparent compunction or repentance.
"Anne, this is terrible," she said, trying to speak calmly.

"You are the very wickedest girl I ever heard of." "Yes, I suppose I am," agreed Anne tranquilly.