Marilla: "Come on; what is your name?"

Anne: "What does it matter? I won't be here long enough for you to remember."

Marilla: "You will mind your manners and answer the question."

Anne: "Please; call me Cordelia."

Marilla: "CALL you Cordelia? Is that your name?"

Anne: "Or Penelope. Penelope has a very tragical ring to it."

Marilla: "What is your name, child?"

Anne: "Couldn't you call me either of those?"
(long silence and stare from Marilla .... Anne gives up.)

Anne: "My name is Anne, plain Anne."

Marilla: "Anne is a fine name .... a sensible name."

Anne: "Could you please spell it with an 'e' when you speak it? Anne with an 'e' looks much more distinguished."

Marilla: "Very well then, Anne ... with an 'e'. It's time to come inside. Get yourself up now."