Oh, Marilla, it was like a beautiful dream! It gave me a thrill and I just said, 'Thank you for it, God,' two or three times." "Not out loud, I hope," said Marilla anxiously.
"Oh, no, just under my breath.

Well, Mr.Bell did get through at last and they told me to go into the classroom with Miss Rogerson's class.
There were nine other girls in it.

They all had puffed sleeves.

I tried to imagine mine were puffed, too, but I couldn't.

Why couldn't I?
It was as easy as could be to imagine they were puffed when I was alone in the east gable, but it was awfully hard there among the others who had really truly puffs." "You shouldn't have been thinking about your sleeves in Sunday school.
You should have been attending to the lesson.