"Billy wants to marry you.

He's always been crazy about you--and now father has given him the upper farm in his own name and there's nothing to prevent him from getting married.
But he's so shy he couldn't ask you himself if you'd have him, so he got me to do it.

I'd rather not have, but he gave me no peace till I said I would, if I got a good chance.

What do you think about it, Anne ?" Was it a dream?
Was it one of those nightmare things in which you find yourself engaged or married to some one you hate or don't know, without the slightest idea how it ever came about?
No, she, Anne Shirley, was lying there, wide awake, in her own bed, and Jane Andrews was beside her, calmly proposing for her brother Billy.

Anne did not know whether she wanted to writhe or laugh; but she could do neither, for Jane's feelings must not be hurt.
"I--I couldn't marry Bill, you know, Jane," she managed to gasp.