Wait ten years." Anne made up her mind that the next time she wrote a story she wouldn't ask anybody to criticize it.

It was too discouraging.

She would not read the story to Gilbert, although she told him about it.
"If it is a success you'll see it when it is published, Gilbert, but if it is a failure nobody shall ever see it." Marilla knew nothing about the venture.

In imagination Anne saw herself reading a story out of a magazine to Marilla, entrapping her into praise of it--for in imagination all things are possible--and then triumphantly announcing herself the author.
One day Anne took to the Post Office a long, bulky envelope, addressed, with the delightful confidence of youth and inexperience, to the very biggest of the "big" magazines.

Diana was as excited over it as Anne herself.
"How long do you suppose it will be before you hear from it ?" she asked.
"It shouldn't be longer than a fortnight.