I must say , with all her faults , I never found her disobedient or untrustworthy before and I 'm real sorry to find her so now . '' `` Well now , I dunno , '' said Matthew , who , being patient and wise and , above all , hungry , had deemed it best to let Marilla talk her wrath out unhindered , having learned by experience that she got through with whatever work was on hand much quicker if not delayed by untimely argument . `` Perhaps you 're judging her too hasty , Marilla . Do n'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 . Marilla washed and put away the dishes grimly . Then , wanting a candle to light her way down the cellar , she went up to the east gable for the one that generally stood on Anne 's table . Lighting it , she turned around to see Anne herself lying on the bed , face downward among the pillows . `` Mercy on us , '' said astonished Marilla , `` have you been asleep , Anne ? '' `` No , '' was the muffled reply . `` Are you sick then ? '' demanded Marilla anxiously , going over to the bed . Anne cowered deeper into her pillows as if desirous of hiding herself forever from mortal eyes . `` No . But please , Marilla , go away and do n't look at me .
I 'm in the depths XXXXX despair and I do n't care who gets head in class or writes the best composition or sings in the Sunday-school choir any more .
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