Likely she'd listen to you quicker than to me." "Well, I will," said Marilla, reflecting that it would probably be the wiser course.

"Don't cry any more, Anne.

It will be all right." Marilla had changed her mind about it being all right by the time she got back from Orchard Slope.

Anne was watching for her coming and flew to the porch door to meet her.
"Oh, Marilla, I know by your face that it's been no use," she said sorrowfully.

"Mrs.Barry won't forgive me ?" "Mrs.Barry indeed!" snapped Marilla.