Mrs.Lynde will have a nice story to tell about you everywhere--and she'll tell it, too.

It was a dreadful thing for you to lose your temper like that, Anne." "Just imagine how you would feel if somebody told you to your face that you were skinny and ugly," pleaded Anne tearfully.
An old remembrance suddenly rose up before Marilla.

She had been a very small child when she had heard one aunt say of her to another, "What a pity she is such a dark, homely little thing." Marilla was every day of fifty before the sting had gone out of that memory.
"I don't say that I think Mrs.Lynde was exactly right in saying what she did to you, Anne," she admitted in a softer tone.

"Rachel is too outspoken.

But that is no excuse for such behavior on your part.