I’m going to eat them. I do hope you won’t be offended because I can’t eat. Everything is extremely nice but still I cannot eat.”
“I guess she’s tired,” said Matthew, who hadn’t spoken since his return from the barn. “Best put her to bed, Marilla.”
Marilla had been wondering where Anne should be put to bed. She had prepared a couch in the kitchen chamber for the desired and expected boy. But although it was neat and clean it did not seem quite the thing to put a girl there
someway somehow. But the spare room was out of the question (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)for such a stray waif,(end superscript) so there remained only the east gable room. Marilla lighted a candle and told Anne to follow her, which Anne, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)spiritlessly(end superscript) did, taking her hat and carpet-bag from the tab hall table as she passed. The hall was fearsomely clean; the little gable chamber in which she presently
"told Anne to follow her": Illustration of Marilla leading Anne into her room; "Marilla set the candle on a three-legged, three cornered table." Art by Sybil Tawse, from the 1933 "Silver Anniversary Edition" of the novel.