ANNE'S CONFESSION 123
the brooch; but I see now that it was and I'll never do it again. That's one good thing about me. I never do the same naughty thing twice."
"You didn't put it back," said Manila. "That brooch isn't anywhere on the bureau. You've taken it out or something, Anne."
"I did put it back," said Anne quickly—pertly Marilla thought "I don't just remember whether I stuck it on the pincushion or laid it in the china tray. But I'm perfectly certain I put it back."
"I'll go and have another look," said Marilla, determining to be just. "If you put that brooch back it's there still. If it isn't I'll know you didn't, that's all!"
Marilla went to her room and made a thorough search, not only over the bureau but in every other place she thought the brooch might possibly be. It was not to be found and she returned to the kitchen.
"Anne, the brooch is gone. By your own admission you were the last person to handle it. Now, what have you done with it ? Tell me the truth at once. Did you take it out and lose it ?"
"No, I didn't," said Anne solemnly, meeting Manila's angry gaze squarely. "I never took the brooch out of your room and that is the truth, if I was to be led to the block for it—although I'm not very certain what a block is. So there, Marilla."
Anne's "so there" was only intended to emphasize her assertion, but Marilla took it as a display of defiance.
"I believe you are telling me a falsehood, Anne," she said sharply. "I know you are. There now, don't