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Mrs
.
Allan
took
a
mouthful
of
hers
and
a
most
peculiar
expression
crossed
her
face
;
not
a
word
did
she
say
,
however
,
but
steadily
ate
away
at
it
.
Marilla
saw
the
expression
and
hastened
to
taste
the
cake
.
“
Anne
Shirley
!
”
she
exclaimed
,
“
what
on
earth
did
you
put
into
that
cake
?
”
“
Nothing
but
what
the
recipe
said
,
Marilla
,
”
cried
Anne
with
a
look
of
anguish
.
“
Oh
,
isn
’
t
it
all
right
?
”
“
All
right
!
It
’
s
simply
horrible
.
Mr
.
Allan
,
don
’
t
try
to
eat
it
.
Anne
,
taste
it
yourself
.
What
flavoring
did
you
use
?
”
“
Vanilla
,
”
said
Anne
,
her
face
scarlet
with
mortification
after
tasting
the
cake
.
“
Only
vanilla
.
Oh
,
Marilla
,
it
must
have
been
the
baking
powder
.
I
had
my
suspicions
of
that
bak
—
”
“
Baking
powder
fiddlesticks
!
Go
and
bring
me
the
bottle
of
vanilla
you
used
.
”
Anne
fled
to
the
pantry
and
returned
with
a
small
bottle
partially
filled
with
a
brown
liquid
and
labeled
yellowly
,
“
Best
Vanilla
.
”
Marilla
took
it
,
uncorked
it
,
smelled
it
.
“
Mercy
on
us
,
Anne
,
you
’
ve
flavored
that
cake
with
Anodyne
Liniment
.
I
broke
the
liniment
bottle
last
week
and
poured
what
was
left
into
an
old
empty
vanilla
bottle
.
I
suppose
it
’
s
partly
my
fault
—
I
should
have
warned
you
—
but
for
pity
’
s
sake
why
couldn
’
t
you
have
smelled
it
?
”
Anne
dissolved
into
tears
under
this
double
disgrace
.
