I thought out a confession last night after I went to bed and 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 go to the picnic after all, so all my trouble was wasted." Marilla had to laugh in spite of herself.

But her conscience pricked 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 known 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 to do so.