Go to bed, Anne, and don't let me hear another word out of you." When Anne, with tears rolling over her cheeks, had gone sorrowfully upstairs, Matthew, who had been apparently sound asleep on the lounge during the whole dialogue, opened his eyes and said decidedly: "Well now, Marilla, I think you ought to let Anne go." "I don't then," retorted Marilla.

"Who's bringing this child up, Matthew, you or me ?" "Well now, you," admitted Matthew.
"Don't interfere then." "Well now, I ain't interfering.

It ain't interfering to have your own opinion.

And my opinion is that you ought to let Anne go." "You'd think I ought to let Anne go to the moon if she took the notion, I've no doubt" was Marilla's amiable rejoinder.

"I might have let her spend the night with Diana, if that was all.