Chapter 3

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found herself seemed stil still cleaner.

Marilla set the candle on a three-legged, three-cornered table and turned down the bed-clothes.

“I suppose you have a night gown?” she questioned.

Anne nodded.

“Yes, I have two.” L2

“Well, undress as quick as you can and go to bed. I’ll come back in a few minutes for the candle [sic] I daren’t trust you to put it out yourself. You’d likely set the place on fire.”

When Marilla had gone Anne looked around her wistfully. The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness. The floor was bare too, except for a round braided mat in the middle such as Anne had never seen before. In one corner was the bed, a high old-fashioned one, with four dark, low, turned posts

LMM Note L2
The matron of the asylum made them for me. They're fearfully skimpy. There is never enough to go around in an asylum, so things are always skimpy—at least in a poor asylum like ours. I hate skimpy nightdresses. But one can dream just as well in them as in lovely trailing ones, with frills around the neck, that is one consolation."