Mrs. Lynde says she always feels shocked when she hears of anyone ever having been naughty , no matter how small they were . Mrs. Lynde says she once heard a minister confess that when he was a boy he stole a strawberry tart out of his aunt 's pantry and she never had any respect for that minister again . Now , I would n't have felt that way . I 'd have thought that it was real noble of him to confess it , and I 'd have thought what an encouraging thing it would be for small boys nowadays who do naughty things and are sorry for them to know that perhaps they may grow up to be ministers in spite of it . That 's how I 'd feel , Marilla . '' `` The way I feel at present , Anne , '' said Marilla , `` is that it 's high time you had those dishes washed . You 've taken half an hour longer than you should with all your chattering . Learn to work first and talk afterwards . '' CHAPTER XXVII . Vanity and Vexation of Spirit Marilla , walking home one late April evening from an Aid meeting , realized that the winter was over and gone with the thrill of delight that spring never fails to bring to the oldest and saddest as well as to the youngest and merriest . Marilla was not given to subjective analysis of her thoughts and feelings . She probably imagined that she was thinking about the Aids and their missionary box and the new carpet for the vestry room , but under these reflections was a harmonious consciousness of red fields smoking into pale-purply mists in the declining sun , of long , sharp-pointed fir shadows falling over the meadow beyond the brook , of still , crimson-budded maples around a mirrorlike wood pool , of a wakening in the world and a stir of hidden pulses under the gray sod . The spring was abroad in the land and Marilla 's sober , middle-aged step was lighter and swifter because of its deep , primal gladness . Her eyes dwelt affectionately on Green Gables , peering through its network of trees and reflecting the sunlight back from its windows in several little coruscations of glory . Marilla , as she picked her steps along the damp lane , thought that it was really a satisfaction to know that she was going home to a briskly snapping wood fire and a table nicely spread for tea , instead of to the cold comfort of old Aid meeting evenings before Anne had come to Green Gables . Consequently , when Marilla entered her kitchen and found the fire black out , with no sign of Anne anywhere , she felt justly disappointed and irritated . She had told Anne to be sure and have tea ready at five o'clock , but now she must hurry to take off her second-best dress and prepare the meal herself against Matthew 's return from plowing . `` I 'll settle Miss Anne when she comes home , '' said Marilla grimly , as she shaved up kindlings with a carving knife and with more vim than was strictly necessary . Matthew had come in and was waiting patiently for his tea in his corner . `` She 's gadding off somewhere with Diana , writing stories or practicing dialogues or some such tomfoolery , and never thinking once about the time or her duties .
She 's just got XXXXX be pulled up short and sudden on this sort of thing .
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