But please don't ask me to eat anything, especially boiled pork and greens.

Boiled pork and greens are so unromantic when one is in affliction." Exasperated, Marilla returned to the kitchen and poured out her tale of woe to Matthew, who, between his sense of justice and his unlawful sympathy with Anne, was a miserable man.
"Well now, she shouldn't have taken the brooch, Marilla, or told stories about it," he admitted, mournfully surveying his plateful of unromantic pork and greens as if he, like Anne, thought it a food unsuited to crises of feeling, "but she's such a little thing--such an interesting little thing.

Don't you think it's pretty 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 I'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 me most.