There!" "Oh, Diana," whispered Anne, finding it necessary to lean up against a maple tree for support, "do you really mean it?
But I'm afraid Marilla won't let me go.

She will say that she can't encourage gadding about.
That was what she said last week when Jane invited me to go with them in their double-seated buggy to the American concert at the White Sands Hotel.

I wanted to go, but Marilla said I'd be better at home learning my lessons and so would Jane.

I was bitterly disappointed, Diana.

I felt so heartbroken that I wouldn't say my prayers when I went to bed.