“I shall be all right. Diana will come over for company for me. I shall attend to the ironing and baking beautifully⁠—you needn’t fear that I’ll starch the handkerchiefs or flavour the cake with liniment.”

Marilla laughed.

“What a girl you were for making mistakes in them days, Anne. You were always getting into scrapes. I did use to think you were possessed. Do you mind the time you dyed your hair?”