For anything you know I may never have a chance to taste ice cream again . '' Marilla disengaged Anne 's clinging hands stonily . `` You need n't plead , Anne . You are not going to the picnic and that 's final . No , not a word . '' Anne realized that Marilla was not to be moved . She clasped her hands together , gave a piercing shriek , and then flung herself face downward on the bed , crying and writhing in an utter abandonment of disappointment and despair . `` For the land 's sake ! '' gasped Marilla , hastening from the room . `` I believe the child is crazy . No child in her senses would behave as she does . If she is n't she 's utterly bad . Oh dear , I 'm afraid Rachel was right from the first . But I 've put my hand to the plow and I wo n't look back . '' That was a dismal morning . Marilla worked fiercely and scrubbed the porch floor and the dairy shelves when she could find nothing else to do . Neither the shelves nor the porch needed it -- but Marilla did . Then she went out and raked the yard . When dinner was ready she went to the stairs and called Anne . A tear-stained face appeared , looking tragically over the banisters .
`` Come down XXXXX your dinner , Anne . ''
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