Well, fashion or no fashion, I don't believe there's anything prettier for a spare-room bed than a nice apple-leaf spread, that's what.

I must see about getting them bleached.

I've had them sewed up in cotton bags ever since Thomas died, and no doubt they're an awful color.

But there's a month yet, and dew-bleaching will work wonders." Only a month! Marilla sighed and then said proudly: "I'm giving Anne that half dozen braided rugs I have in the garret.

I never supposed she'd want them--they're so old-fashioned, and nobody seems to want anything but hooked mats now.