I prefer the plain, sensible ones." "But I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself," persisted Anne mournfully.
"Trust you for that! Well, hang those dresses carefully up in your closet, and then sit down and learn the Sunday school lesson.

I got a quarterly from Mr.Bell for you and you'll go to Sunday school tomorrow," said Marilla, disappearing downstairs in high dudgeon.
Anne clasped her hands and looked at the dresses.
"I did hope there would be a white one with puffed sleeves," she whispered disconsolately.

"I prayed for one, but I didn't much expect it on that account.

I didn't suppose God would have time to bother about a little orphan girl's dress.

I knew I'd just have to depend on Marilla for it.