"Of all the unreasonable women I ever saw she's the worst.

I told her it was all a mistake and you weren't to blame, but she just simply didn't believe me.

And she rubbed it well in about my currant wine and how I'd always said it couldn't have the least effect on anybody.

I just told her plainly that currant wine wasn't meant to be drunk three tumblerfuls at a time and that if a child I had to do with was so greedy I'd sober her up with a right good spanking." Marilla whisked into the kitchen, grievously disturbed, leaving a very much distracted little soul in the porch behind her.

Presently Anne stepped out bareheaded into the chill autumn dusk; very determinedly and steadily she took her way down through the sere clover field over the log bridge and up through the spruce grove, lighted by a pale little moon hanging low over the western woods.