Into the kitchen she dashed and flung herself face downward on the sofa in an agony.
"Whatever has gone wrong now, Anne ?" queried Marilla in doubt and dismay.

"I do hope you haven't gone and been saucy to Mrs.Lynde again." No answer from Anne save more tears and stormier sobs! "Anne Shirley, when I ask you a question I want to be answered.

Sit right up this very minute and tell me what you are crying about." Anne sat up, tragedy personified.
"Mrs.Lynde was up to see Mrs.Barry today and Mrs.Barry was in an awful state," she wailed.

"She says that I set Diana DRUNK Saturday and sent her home in a disgraceful condition.

And she says I must be a thoroughly bad, wicked little girl and she's never, never going to let Diana play with me again.