"I've just thought of it now. I should have said, `Amen' in
place of `yours respectfully,' shouldn't I?--the way the
ministers do. I'd forgotten it, but I felt a prayer should
be finished off in some way, so I put in the other. Do
you suppose it will make any difference?"

"I--I don't suppose it will," said Marilla. "Go to sleep
now like a good child. Good night."

"I can only say good night tonight with a clear conscience,"
said Anne, cuddling luxuriously down among her pillows.

Marilla retreated to the kitchen, set the candle firmly
on the table, and glared at Matthew.

"Matthew Cuthbert, it's about time somebody adopted that
child and taught her something. She's next door to a
perfect heathen. Will you believe that she never said a
prayer in her life till tonight? I'll send her to the manse
tomorrow and borrow the Peep of the Day series, that's what
I'll do. And she shall go to Sunday-school just as soon as
I can get some suitable clothes made for her. I foresee
that I shall have my hands full. Well, well, we can't get
through this world without our share of trouble. I've had
a pretty easy life of it so far, but my time has come at
last and I suppose I'll just have to make the best of it."