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XII. A Solemn Vow and Promise
It was not until the next Friday that Marilla heard the story of the flower-wreathed hat.
She came home from Mrs. Lynde's and called Anne to account.
"Anne, Mrs. Rachel says you went to church last Sunday with your hat rigged out
ridiculous with roses and buttercups. What on earth put you up to such a caper? A
pretty-looking object you must have been!"
"Oh. I know pink and yellow aren't becoming to me," began Anne.
"Becoming fiddlesticks! It was putting flowers on your hat at all, no matter what color
they were, that was ridiculous. You are the most aggravating child!"
"I don't see why it's any more ridiculous to wear flowers on your hat than on your dress,"
protested Anne. "Lots of little girls there had bouquets pinned on their dresses. What's
the difference?"
Marilla was not to be drawn from the safe concrete into dubious paths of the abstract.
"Don't answer me back like that, Anne. It was very silly of you to do such a thing. Never
let me catch you at such a trick again. Mrs. Rachel says she thought she would sink
through the floor when she saw you come in all rigged out like that. She couldn't get
near enough to tell you to take them off till it was too late. She says people talked about
it something dreadful. Of course they would think I had no better sense than to let you
go decked out like that."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Anne, tears welling into her eyes. "I never thought you'd mind.
The roses and buttercups were so sweet and pretty I thought they'd look lovely on my
hat. Lots of the little girls had artificial flowers on their hats. I'm afraid I'm going to be a
dreadful trial to you. Maybe you'd better send me back to the asylum. That would be
terrible; I don't think I could endure it; most likely I would go into consumption; I'm so
thin as it is, you see. But that would be better than being a trial to you."
"Nonsense," said Marilla, vexed at herself for having made the child cry. "I don't want to
send you back to the asylum, I'm sure. All I want is that you should behave like other
little girls and not make yourself ridiculous. Don't cry any more. I've got some news for
you. Diana Barry came home this afternoon. I'm going up to see if I can borrow a skirt
pattern from Mrs. Barry, and if you like you can come with me and get acquainted with
Anne rose to her feet, with clasped hands, the tears still glistening on her cheeks; the
dish towel she had been hemming slipped unheeded to the floor.