You'll come with me and we'll settle what's to be done with you.

After you've finished the dishes go up-stairs and make your bed." Anne washed the dishes deftly enough, as Marilla who kept a sharp eye on the process, discerned.

Later on she made her bed less successfully, for she had never learned the art of wrestling with a feather tick.

But is was done somehow and smoothed down; and then Marilla, to get rid of her, told her she might go out-of-doors and amuse herself until dinner time.
Anne flew to the door, face alight, eyes glowing.

On the very threshold she stopped short, wheeled about, came back and sat down by the table, light and glow as effectually blotted out as if some one had clapped an extinguisher on her.
"What's the matter now ?" demanded Marilla.
"I don't dare go out," said Anne, in the tone of a martyr relinquishing all earthly joys.