"I'll fold them nicely tonight.

They always made us do that at the asylum.

Half the time, though, I'd forget, I'd be in such a hurry to get into bed nice and quiet and imagine things." "You'll have to remember a little better if you stay here," admonished Marilla.

"There, that looks something like.

Say your prayers now and get into bed." "I never say any prayers," announced Anne.
Marilla looked horrified astonishment.
"Why, Anne, what do you mean?
Were you never taught to say your prayers?
God always wants little girls to say their prayers.