Well, fortunately I can imagine that one of them is of snow-white muslin with lovely lace frills and three-puffed sleeves." The next morning warnings of a sick headache prevented Marilla from going to Sunday-school with Anne.
"You'll have to go down and call for Mrs.Lynde, Anne," she said.
"She'll see that you get into the right class.

Now, mind you behave yourself properly.

Stay to preaching afterwards and ask Mrs.Lynde to show you our pew.

Here's a cent for collection.

Don't stare at people and don't fidget.