It's a dreadful feeling.
Please tell me." "You haven't scalded the dishcloth in clean hot water as I told you to do," said Marilla immovably.

"Just go and do it before you ask any more questions, Anne." Anne went and attended to the dishcloth.

Then she returned to Marilla and fastened imploring eyes of the latter's face.

"Well," said Marilla, unable to find any excuse for deferring her explanation longer, "I suppose I might as well tell you.

Matthew and I have decided to keep you--that is, if you will try to be a good little girl and show yourself grateful.