She was terribly mortified about the pudding sauce last week.

We had a plum pudding for dinner on Tuesday and there was half the pudding and a pitcherful of sauce left over.

Marilla said there was enough for another dinner and told me to set it on the pantry shelf and cover it.

I meant to cover it just as much as could be, Diana, but when I carried it in I was imagining I was a nun--of course I'm a Protestant but I imagined I was a Catholic--taking the veil to bury a broken heart in cloistered seclusion; and I forgot all about covering the pudding sauce.

I thought of it next morning and ran to the pantry.
Diana, fancy if you can my extreme horror at finding a mouse drowned in that pudding sauce! I lifted the mouse out with a spoon and threw it out in the yard and then I washed the spoon in three waters.