disagreeable things, and I never mean to again, or else I can’t comfortably tell
my pupils not to do it. That would be inconsistent. Then I want to make a cake
for Mr. Harrison and finish my paper on gardens for the A.V.I.S., and write
Stella, and wash and starch my muslin dress, and make Dora’s new apron.”
“You won’t get half done,” said Marilla pessimistically. “I never yet planned
to do a lot of things but something happened to prevent me.”