She wheeled around in her chair, expecting to see Diana, and beheld a white-faced girl whose great eyes were brimmed up with a mixture of desperate courage and shrinking terror.
"Who are you ?" demanded Miss Josephine Barry, without ceremony.
"I'm Anne of Green Gables," said the small visitor tremulously, clasping her hands with her characteristic gesture, "and I've come to confess, if you please." "Confess what ?" "That it was all my fault about jumping into bed on you last night.

I suggested it.

Diana would never have thought of such a thing, I am sure.
Diana is a very ladylike girl, Miss Barry.

So you must see how unjust it is to blame her." "Oh, I must, hey?
I rather think Diana did her share of the jumping at least.

Such carryings on in a respectable house!" "But we were only in fun," persisted Anne.