A bosom friend—an intimate friend, you know—a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.
On Sunday Anne confided to Marilla on the way home from church that she grew actually cold all over with excitement when the minister announced the picnic from the pulpit.
"Miss Barry was a kindred spirit, after all," Anne confided to Marilla.
"I think your Gilbert Blythe IS handsome," confided Anne to Diana, "but I think he’s very bold.
"I didn’t say anything when Josie said that to me," Anne confided that evening to Marilla, who was lying on the sofa after one of her headaches, "because I thought it was part of my punishment and I ought to bear it patiently.