Diana met her at the kitchen door . `` Your Aunt Josephine was very cross about it , was n't she ? '' whispered Anne . `` Yes , '' answered Diana , stifling a giggle with an apprehensive glance over her shoulder at the closed sitting-room door . `` She was fairly dancing with rage , Anne . Oh , how she scolded . She said I was the worst-behaved girl she ever saw and that my parents ought to be ashamed of the way they had brought me up . She says she wo n't stay and I 'm sure I do n't care . But Father and Mother do . '' `` Why did n't you tell them it was my fault ? '' demanded Anne . `` It 's likely I 'd do such a thing , is n't it ? '' said Diana with just scorn . `` I 'm no telltale , Anne Shirley , and anyhow I was just as much to blame as you . '' `` Well , I 'm going in to tell her myself , '' said Anne resolutely . Diana stared . `` Anne Shirley , you 'd never ! why -- she 'll eat you alive ! '' `` Do n't frighten me any more than I am frightened , '' implored Anne . `` I 'd rather walk up to a cannon 's mouth .
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