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1"I took the amethyst brooch," said Anne, as if repeating a lesson she had learned. "I took it just as you said. I didn't
2mean to take it when I went in. But it did look so beautiful, Marilla, when I pinned it on my breast that I was overcome
3by an irresistible temptation. I imagined how perfectly thrilling it would be to take it to Idlewild and play I was the
4Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald. It would be so much easier to imagine I was the Lady Cordelia if I had a real amethyst brooch
5on. Diana and I make necklaces of roseberries but what are roseberries compared to amethysts? So I took the brooch. I
6thought I could put it back before you came home. I went all the way around by the road to lengthen out the time. When I
7was going over the bridge across the Lake of Shining Waters I took the brooch off to have another look at it. Oh, how it
8did shine in the sunlight! And then, when I was leaning over the bridge, it just slipped through my fingers--so--and
9went down--down--down, all purply-sparkling, and sank forevermore beneath the Lake of Shining Waters. And that's the
10best I can do at confessing, Marilla." Marilla felt hot anger surge up into her heart again. This child had taken and
11lost her treasured amethyst brooch and now sat there calmly reciting the details thereof without the least apparent
12compunction or repentance. "Anne, this is terrible," she said, trying to speak calmly. "You are the very wickedest girl
13I ever heard of." "Yes, I suppose I am," agreed Anne tranquilly. "And I know I'll have to be punished. It'll be your
14duty to punish me, Marilla. Won't you please get it over right off because I'd like to go to the picnic with nothing on
15my mind." "Picnic, indeed! You'll go to no picnic today, Anne Shirley. That shall be your punishment. And it isn't half
16severe enough either for what you've done!" "Not go to the picnic!" Anne sprang to her feet and clutched Marilla's hand.
17"But you promised me I might! Oh, Marilla, I must go to the picnic. That was why I confessed. Punish me any way you like
18but that. Oh, Marilla, please, please, let me go to the picnic. Think of the ice cream! For anything you know I may
19never have a chance to taste ice cream again." Marilla disengaged Anne's clinging hands stonily. "You needn't plead,
20Anne. You are not going to the picnic and that's final. No, not a word." Anne realized that Marilla was not to be moved.
21She clasped her hands together, gave a piercing shriek, and then flung herself face downward on the bed, crying and
22writhing in an utter abandonment of disappointment and despair. "For the land's sake!" gasped Marilla, hastening from
23the room. "I believe the child is crazy. No child in her senses would behave as she does. If she isn't she's utterly
24bad. Oh dear, I'm afraid Rachel was right from the first. But I've put my hand to the plow and I won't look back." That
25was a dismal morning. Marilla worked fiercely and scrubbed the porch floor and the dairy shelves when she could find
26nothing else to do. Neither the shelves nor the porch needed it--but Marilla did. Then she went out and raked the yard.
27When dinner was ready she went to the stairs and called Anne. A tear-stained face appeared, looking tragically over the
28banisters. "Come down to your dinner, Anne." "I don't want any dinner, Marilla," said Anne, sobbingly. "I couldn't eat
29anything. My heart is broken. You'll feel remorse of conscience someday, I expect, for breaking it, Marilla, but I
30forgive you. Remember when the time comes that I forgive you. But please don't ask me to eat anything, especially boiled
31pork and greens. Boiled pork and greens are so unromantic when one is in affliction." Exasperated, Marilla returned to
32the kitchen and poured out her tale of woe to Matthew, who, between his sense of justice and his unlawful sympathy with
33Anne, was a miserable man. "Well now, she shouldn't have taken the brooch, Marilla, or told stories about it," he
34admitted, mournfully surveying his plateful of unromantic pork and greens as if he, like Anne, thought it a food
35unsuited to crises of feeling, "but she's such a little thing--such an interesting little thing. Don't you think it's
36pretty rough not to let her go to the picnic when she's so set on it?" "Matthew Cuthbert, I'm amazed at you. I think
37I've let her off entirely too easy. And she doesn't appear to realize how wicked she's been at all--that's what worries
38me most. If she'd really felt sorry it wouldn't be so bad. And you don't seem to realize it, neither; you're making
39excuses for her all the time to yourself--I can see that." "Well now, she's such a little thing," feebly reiterated
40Matthew. "And there should be allowances made, Marilla. You know she's never had any bringing up." "Well, she's having
41it now" retorted Marilla. The retort silenced Matthew if it did not convince him. That dinner was a very dismal meal.
42The only cheerful thing about it was Jerry Buote, the hired boy, and Marilla resented his cheerfulness as a personal
43insult. When her dishes were washed and her bread sponge set and her hens fed Marilla remembered that she had noticed a
44small rent in her best black lace shawl when she had taken it off on Monday afternoon on returning from the Ladies' Aid.
45She would go and mend it. The shawl was in a box in her trunk. As Marilla lifted it out, the sunlight, falling through
46the vines that clustered thickly about the window, struck upon something caught in the shawl--something that glittered
47and sparkled in facets of violet light. Marilla snatched at it with a gasp. It was the amethyst brooch, hanging to a
48thread of the lace by its catch! "Dear life and heart," said Marilla blankly, "what does this mean? Here's my brooch
49safe and sound that I thought was at the bottom of Barry's pond. Whatever did that girl mean by saying she took it and
50lost it? I declare I believe Green Gables is bewitched. I remember now that when I took off my shawl Monday afternoon I
51laid it on the bureau for a minute. I suppose the brooch got caught in it somehow. Well!" Marilla betook herself to the
52east gable, brooch in hand. Anne had cried herself out and was sitting dejectedly by the window. "Anne Shirley," said
53Marilla solemnly, "I've just found my brooch hanging to my black lace shawl. Now I want to know what that rigmarole you
54told me this morning meant." "Why, you said you'd keep me here until I confessed," returned Anne wearily, "and so I
55decided to confess because I was bound to get to the picnic. I thought out a confession last night after I went to bed
56and made it as interesting as I could. And I said it over and over so that I wouldn't forget it. But you wouldn't let me
57go to the picnic after all, so all my trouble was wasted." Marilla had to laugh in spite of herself. But her conscience
58pricked her. "Anne, you do beat all! But I was wrong--I see that now. I shouldn't have doubted your word when I'd never
59known you to tell a story. Of course, it wasn't right for you to confess to a thing you hadn't done--it was very wrong
60to do so. But I drove you to it. So if you'll forgive me, Anne, I'll forgive you and we'll start square again. And now
61get yourself ready for the picnic." Anne flew up like a rocket. "Oh, Marilla, isn't it too late?" "No, it's only two
62o'clock. They won't be more than well gathered yet and it'll be an hour before they have tea. Wash your face and comb
63your hair and put on your gingham. I'll fill a basket for you. There's plenty of stuff baked in the house. And I'll get
64Jerry to hitch up the sorrel and drive you down to the picnic ground." "Oh, Marilla," exclaimed Anne, flying to the
65wash-stand. "Five minutes ago I was so miserable I was wishing I'd never been born and now I wouldn't change places with
66an angel!" That night a thoroughly happy, completely tired-out Anne returned to Green Gables in a state of beatification
67impossible to describe. "Oh, Marilla, I've had a perfectly scrumptious time. Scrumptious is a new word I learned today.
68I heard Mary Alice Bell use it. Isn't it very expressive? Everything was lovely. We had a splendid tea and then Mr.
69Harmon Andrews took us all for a row on the Lake of Shining Waters--six of us at a time. And Jane Andrews nearly fell
70overboard. She was leaning out to pick water lilies and if Mr. Andrews hadn't caught her by her sash just in the nick of
71time she'd fallen in and prob'ly been drowned. I wish it had been me. It would have been such a romantic experience to
72have been nearly drowned. It would be such a thrilling tale to tell. And we had the ice cream. Words fail me to describe
73that ice cream. Marilla, I assure you it was sublime." That evening Marilla told the whole story to Matthew over her
74stocking basket. "I'm willing to own up that I made a mistake," she concluded candidly, "but I've learned a lesson. I
75have to laugh when I think of Anne's 'confession,' although I suppose I shouldn't for it really was a falsehood. But it
76doesn't seem as bad as the other would have been, somehow, and anyhow I'm responsible for it. That child is hard to
77understand in some respects. But I believe she'll turn out all right yet. And there's one thing certain, no house will
78ever be dull that she's in."
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