Chapter 14: Anne’s Confession

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌⁠On the Monday evening before the picnic Marilla came down from her room with a troubled face.

“Anne,” she said to that small personage, who was shelling peas by the spotless table and singing, “Nelly of the Hazel Dell” with a vigor and expression that did credit to Diana’s teaching, “did you see anything of my amethyst brooch? I thought I stuck it in my pincushion when I came home from church yeste