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could not see it.

Anne had been smitten with delightedadmiration when she first



saw that brooch.

"Oh, Marilla, it's a perfectlyelegantbrooch. I don't know how



you can pay attention to the sermon or the prayers when you have

it on. I couldn't, I know. I think amethysts are just sweet.



They are what I used to think diamonds were like. Long ago,

before I had ever seen a diamond, I read about them and I tried



to imagine what they would be like. I thought they would be

lovely glimmering purple stones. When I saw a real diamond in a



lady's ring one day I was so disappointed I cried. Of course, it

was very lovely but it wasn't my idea of a diamond. Will you let



me hold the brooch for one minute, Marilla? Do you think

amethysts can be the souls of good violets?"



CHAPTER XIV

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 yesterday evening, but

I can't find it anywhere."



"I--I saw it this afternoon when you were away at the Aid

Society," said Anne, a little slowly. "I was passing your door



when I saw it on the cushion, so I went in to look at it."

"Did you touch it?" said Marilla sternly.



"Y-e-e-s," admitted Anne, "I took it up and I pinned it on my

breast just to see how it would look."



"You had no business to do anything of the sort. It's very wrong

in a little girl to meddle. You shouldn't have gone into my room



in the first place and you shouldn't have touched a brooch that

didn't belong to you in the second. Where did you put it?"



"Oh, I put it back on the bureau. I hadn't it on a minute.

Truly, I didn't mean to meddle, Marilla. I didn't think about



its being wrong to go in and try on the brooch; but I see now

that it was and I'll never do it again. That's one good thing



about me. I never do the same naughty thing twice."

"You didn't put it back," said Marilla. "That brooch isn't



anywhere on the bureau. You've taken it out or something, Anne."

"I did put it back," said Anne quickly--pertly, Marilla thought.



"I don't just remember whether I stuck it on the pincushion or laid

it in the china tray. But I'm perfectly certain I put it back."



"I'll go and have another look," said Marilla, determining to be

just. "If you put that brooch back it's there still. If it



isn't I'll know you didn't, that's all!"

Marilla went to her room and made a thorough search, not only



over the bureau but in every other place she thought the brooch

might possibly be. It was not to be found and she returned to



the kitchen.

"Anne, the brooch is gone. By your own admission you were the



last person to handle it. Now, what have you done with it?

Tell me the truth at once. Did you take it out and lose it?"



"No, I didn't," said Anne solemnly, meeting Marilla's angry gaze

squarely. "I never took the brooch out of your room and that is



the truth, if I was to be led to the block for it--although I'm

not very certain what a block is. So there, Marilla."



Anne's "so there" was only intended to emphasize her assertion,

but Marilla took it as a display of defiance.



"I believe you are telling me a falsehood, Anne," she said

sharply. "I know you are. There now, don't say anything more



unless you are prepared to tell the whole truth. Go to your room

and stay there until you are ready to confess."



"Will I take the peas with me?" said Anne meekly.

"No, I'll finish shelling them myself. Do as I bid you."



When Anne had gone Marilla went about her evening tasks in a very

disturbed state of mind. She was worried about her valuable



brooch. What if Anne had lost it? And how wicked of the child

to deny having taken it, when anybody could see she must have!



With such an innocent face, too!

"I don't know what I wouldn't sooner have had happen," thought



Marilla, as she nervously shelled the peas. "Of course, I don't

suppose she meant to steal it or anything like that. She's just



taken it to play with or help along that imagination of hers.

She must have taken it, that's clear, for there hasn't been a



soul in that room since she was in it, by her own story, until I




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