Don't call her untrustworthy until you're sure she has disobeyed you.

Mebbe it can all be explained--Anne's a great hand at explaining." "She's not here when I told her to stay," retorted Marilla.

"I reckon she'll find it hard to explain THAT to my satisfaction.

Of course I knew you'd take her part, Matthew.

But I'm bringing her up, not you." It was dark when supper was ready, and still no sign of Anne, coming hurriedly over the log bridge or up Lover's Lane, breathless and repentant with a sense of neglected duties.