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 to your dinner , Anne . '' `` I do n't want any dinner , Marilla , '' said Anne , sobbingly . `` I could n't eat anything . My heart is broken . You 'll feel remorse of conscience someday , I expect , for breaking it , Marilla , but I forgive you . Remember when the time comes that I forgive you . But please do n't ask me to eat anything , especially boiled pork and greens . Boiled pork and greens are so unromantic when one is in affliction . '' Exasperated , Marilla returned to the kitchen and poured out her tale of woe to Matthew , who , between his sense of justice and his unlawful sympathy with Anne , was a miserable man . `` Well now , she should n't have taken the brooch , Marilla , or told stories about it , '' he admitted , mournfully surveying his plateful of unromantic pork and greens as if he , like Anne , thought it a food unsuited to crises of feeling , `` but she 's such a little thing -- such an interesting little thing . Do n't you think it 's pretty rough not to let her go to the picnic when she 's so set on it ? '' `` Matthew Cuthbert , I 'm amazed at you . I think I 've let her off entirely too easy . And she does n't appear to realize how wicked she 's been at all -- that 's what worries me most . If she 'd really felt sorry it would n't be so bad .
And you do n't seem to realize it , neither ; you 're making excuses for her all the time XXXXX yourself -- I can see that . ''
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