And you should never find it hard to say your prayers . '' `` Saying one 's prayers is n't exactly the same thing as praying , '' said Anne meditatively . `` But I 'm going to imagine that I 'm the wind that is blowing up there in those tree tops . When I get tired of the trees I 'll imagine I 'm gently waving down here in the ferns -- and then I 'll fly over to Mrs. Lynde 's garden and set the flowers dancing -- and then I 'll go with one great swoop over the clover field -- and then I 'll blow over the Lake of Shining Waters and ripple it all up into little sparkling waves . Oh , there 's so much scope for imagination in a wind ! So I 'll not talk any more just now , Marilla . '' `` Thanks be to goodness for that , '' breathed Marilla in devout relief . CHAPTER XI . Anne 's Impressions of Sunday-School `` Well , how do you like them ? '' said Marilla . Anne was standing in the gable room , looking solemnly at three new dresses spread out on the bed . One was of snuffy colored gingham which Marilla had been tempted to buy from a peddler the preceding summer because it looked so serviceable ; one was of black-and-white checkered sateen which she had picked up at a bargain counter in the winter ; and one was a stiff print of an ugly blue shade which she had purchased that week at a Carmody store . She had made them up herself , and they were all made alike -- plain skirts fulled tightly to plain waists , with sleeves as plain as waist and skirt and tight as sleeves could be . `` I 'll imagine that I like them , '' said Anne soberly . `` I do n't want you to imagine it , '' said Marilla , offended . `` Oh , I can see you do n't like the dresses ! What is the matter with them ? Are n't they neat and clean and new ? '' `` Yes . '' `` Then why do n't you like them ? ''
`` They 're -- they 're not -- pretty , '' said XXXXX reluctantly .
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