Anne WAS trembling . Her face was pale and tense . `` Oh , Marilla , you 'd be excited , too , if you were going to meet a little girl you hoped to be your bosom friend and whose mother might n't like you , '' she said as she hastened to get her hat . They went over to Orchard Slope by the short cut across the brook and up the firry hill grove . Mrs. Barry came to the kitchen door in answer to Marilla 's knock . She was a tall black-eyed , black-haired woman , with a very resolute mouth . She had the reputation of being very strict with her children . `` How do you do , Marilla ? '' she said cordially . `` Come in . And this is the little girl you have adopted , I suppose ? '' `` Yes , this is Anne Shirley , '' said Marilla . `` Spelled with an E , '' gasped Anne , who , tremulous and excited as she was , was determined there should be no misunderstanding on that important point . Mrs. Barry , not hearing or not comprehending , merely shook hands and said kindly : `` How are you ? '' `` I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit , thank you ma'am , '' said Anne gravely . Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper , `` There was n't anything startling in that , was there , Marilla ? '' Diana was sitting on the sofa , reading a book which she dropped when the callers entered . She was a very pretty little girl , with her mother 's black eyes and hair , and rosy cheeks , and the merry expression which was her inheritance from her father . `` This is my little girl Diana , '' said Mrs. Barry . `` Diana , you might take Anne out into the garden and show her your flowers .
It will be better for you than straining your eyes over that XXXXX .
Mrs. WAS book eyes face flowers sofa spirit whisper woman