But Anne could not eat.

In vain she nibbled at the bread and butter and pecked at the crab-apple preserve out of the little scalloped glass dish by her plate.

She did not really make any headway at all.
"You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming.

Anne sighed.
"I can't.

I'm in the depths of despair.