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"Anne? Marigold?" Marilla called for the girls, who rushed down to meet their guardian.
"Yes, Marilla?" The sisters spoke in unison.
"I'll want you two to fetch these ingredients today in Carmody. And be sure to get brown sugar, not white."
"Send Jerry!" Anne blurted out.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Please send Jerry?"
"I am sending Jerry, thank you very much. But he has his own errands to run. You'll go along with him."
"Please don't make me go, Marilla. It's awful enough being the laughing stock of Avonlea, but now Carmody?! I'll never live it down."
"If you want mince pies or currants in your pudding, you'll just have to live it down, won't you?"
"I'll be happy to starve!"
"Enough of your cheek, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. Off you go." Anne ran out of the house in tears.
"Marilla, I was actually wondering if I could skip Carmody and go see Gilbert? He needs help with the cleaning since it's been six months," Marigold lied through her teeth. She just wanted to see him without telling Marilla the real reason.
"What do you think?"
"'Yes, Marigold, go help your best friend'?" Marilla narrowed her eyes. "Fine, I'll go to stupid Carmoby."
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"I'd like us to agree that any conversation about my hair is off-limits," Anne ordered Jerry as they climbed onto the carriage.
"I already saw your haircut," Jerry told her.
"And I'm saying I don't wish to discuss it."
"You're the one talking about it, not me."
"Fine. So then drop it."
"I never picked it up."
"Can you guys do me a huge favor?" Marigold asked.
"What is it?" Anne said.
"Can you drop me off at Gilbert's and tell Marilla that I went Carmoby with you?"
