“Yes⁠—apologize⁠—that’s the very word,” said Matthew eagerly. “Just smooth it over so to speak. That’s what I was trying to get at.”

“I suppose I could do it to oblige you,” said Anne thoughtfully. “It would be true enough to say I am sorry, because I am sorry now. I wasn’t a bit sorry last night. I was mad clear through, and I stayed mad all night. I know I did because I woke up three times and I was just furious every time. But this morning it all was over. I wasn’t in a temper anymore⁠—and it left a dreadful sort of goneness, too. I felt so ashamed of myself. But I just couldn’t think of going and telling Mrs. Lynde so. It would be so humiliating. I made up my mind I’d stay shut up here forever rather than do that. But still⁠—I’d do anything for you⁠—if you really want me to⁠—”

“Well now, of course I do. It’s terrible lonesome downstairs without you. Just go and smooth it over⁠—that’s a good girl.”