"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 but that.
Oh, Marilla, please, please, let me go to the picnic.

Think of the ice cream! For anything you know I may never have a chance to taste ice cream again." Marilla disengaged Anne's clinging hands stonily.
"You needn't plead, Anne.

You are not going to the picnic and that's final.