Little things like that are of no importance now because I don't suppose I'll ever be able to go anywhere again.

My career is closed.

Please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me." "Did anyone ever hear the like ?" the mystified Marilla wanted to know.
"Anne Shirley, whatever is the matter with you?
What have you done?
Get right up this minute and tell me.

This minute, I say.

There now, what is it ?" Anne had slid to the floor in despairing obedience.
"Look at my hair, Marilla," she whispered.
Accordingly, Marilla lifted her candle and looked scrutinizingly at Anne's hair, flowing in heavy masses down her back.