I suppose it 's your figure . I am just a dumpling . I 've always been afraid of it , and now I know it is so . Well , I suppose I shall just have to resign myself to it . '' `` But you have such dimples , '' said Anne , smiling affectionately into the pretty , vivacious face so near her own . `` Lovely dimples , like little dents in cream . I have given up all hope of dimples . My dimple-dream will never come true ; but so many of my dreams have that I must n't complain . Am I all ready now ? '' `` All ready , '' assured Diana , as Marilla appeared in the doorway , a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles , but with a much softer face . `` Come right in and look at our elocutionist , Marilla . Does n't she look lovely ? '' Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt . `` She looks neat and proper . I like that way of fixing her hair . But I expect she 'll ruin that dress driving over there in the dust and dew with it , and it looks most too thin for these damp nights . Organdy 's the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow , and I told Matthew so when he got it . But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays . Time was when he would take my advice , but now he just buys things for Anne regardless , and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him . Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable , and Matthew plunks his money down for it .
Mind you keep your skirt clear of the wheel , XXXXX , and put your warm jacket on . ''
Anne Carmody Diana Marilla dents dimple-dream dumpling elocutionist nights right