bosom

“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 mightn’t like you,” she said as she hastened to get her hat.

“Oh, Diana,” said Anne at last, clasping her hands and speaking almost in a whisper, “oh, do you think you can like me a little--enough to be my bosom friend?”

I solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, as long as the sun and moon shall endure.

“Indeed I will,” sobbed Diana, “and I’ll never have another bosom friend--I don’t want to have.