There now.

You're so romantic that I'm sure you ought to be pleased at that." "It's nothing to me what that person does," said Anne loftily.

"I simply never waste a thought on him, Diana." That night Marilla and Matthew, who had been out to a concert for the first time in twenty years, sat for a while by the kitchen fire after Anne had gone to bed.
"Well now, I guess our Anne did as well as any of them," said Matthew proudly.
"Yes, she did," admitted Marilla.

"She's a bright child, Matthew.

And she looked real nice too.