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 night-dresses.

But one can dream just as well in them as in lovely trailing ones, with frills around the neck, that's one consolation." "Well, undress as quick as you can and go to bed.

I'll come back in a few minutes for the candle.

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.