Anne looked at her with eyes limpid with sympathy.
"I do truly wish I could have had the headache in your place, Marilla.

I would have endured it joyfully for your sake." "I guess you did your part in attending to the work and letting me rest," said Marilla.

"You seem to have got on fairly well and made fewer mistakes than usual.

Of course it wasn't exactly necessary to starch Matthew's handkerchiefs! And most people when they put a pie in the oven to warm up for dinner take it out and eat it when it gets hot instead of leaving it to be burned to a crisp.

But that doesn't seem to be your way evidently." Headaches always left Marilla somewhat sarcastic.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Anne penitently.