`` Anne , did YOU put sugar in these peas ? '' `` Yes , '' said Anne , mashing the potatoes with the air of one expected to do her duty . `` I put a spoonful of sugar in . We always do . Do n't you like it ? '' `` But I put a spoonful in too , when I set them on the stove , '' said Diana . Anne dropped her masher and tasted the peas also . Then she made a grimace . `` How awful ! I never dreamed you had put sugar in , because I knew your mother never does . I happened to think of it , for a wonder ... I 'm always forgetting it ... so I popped a spoonful in . '' `` It 's a case of too many cooks , I guess , '' said Marilla , who had listened to this dialogue with a rather guilty expression . `` I did n't think you 'd remember about the sugar , Anne , for I 'm perfectly certain you never did before ... so I put in a spoonful . '' The guests in the parlor heard peal after peal of laughter from the kitchen , but they never knew what the fun was about . There were no green peas on the dinner table that day , however . `` Well , '' said Anne , sobering down again with a sigh of recollection , `` we have the salad anyhow and I do n't think anything has happened to the beans . Let 's carry the things in and get it over . '' It can not be said that that dinner was a notable success socially . The Allans and Miss Stacy exerted themselves to save the situation and Marilla 's customary placidity was not noticeably ruffled . But Anne and Diana , between their disappointment and the reaction from their excitement of the forenoon , could neither talk nor eat .
Anne tried heroically to bear her part XXXXX the conversation for the sake of her guests ; but all the sparkle had been quenched in her for the time being , and , in spite of her love for the Allans and Miss Stacy , she could n't help thinking how nice it would be when everybody had gone home and she could bury her weariness and disappointment in the pillows of the east gable .
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