I suppose it's partly my fault--I should have warned you--but for pity's sake why couldn't you have smelled it ?" Anne dissolved into tears under this double disgrace.
"I couldn't--I had such a cold!" and with this she fairly fled to the gable chamber, where she cast herself on the bed and wept as one who refuses to be comforted.
Presently a light step sounded on the stairs and somebody entered the room.
"Oh, Marilla," sobbed Anne, without looking up, "I'm disgraced forever.
I shall never be able to live this down.

It will get out--things always do get out in Avonlea.

Diana will ask me how my cake turned out and I shall have to tell her the truth.

I shall always be pointed at as the girl who flavored a cake with anodyne liniment.

Gil--the boys in school will never get over laughing at it.