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
flo 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 + yellow aren’t becoming to me,” began Anne.
“Becoming fiddlesticks! It was putting flowers on your hat at