That is my highest ideal of earthly bliss . I just love pretty clothes . And I 've never had a pretty dress in my life that I can remember -- but of course it 's all the more to look forward to , is n't it ? And then I can imagine that I 'm dressed gorgeously . This morning when I left the asylum I felt so ashamed because I had to wear this horrid old wincey dress . All the orphans had to wear them , you know . A merchant in Hopeton last winter donated three hundred yards of wincey to the asylum . Some people said it was because he could n't sell it , but I 'd rather believe that it was out of the kindness of his heart , would n't you ? When we got on the train I felt as if everybody must be looking at me and pitying me . But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress -- because when you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while -- and a big hat all flowers and nodding plumes , and a gold watch , and kid gloves and boots . I felt cheered up right away and I enjoyed my trip to the Island with all my might . I was n't a bit sick coming over in the boat . Neither was Mrs. Spencer although she generally is . She said she had n't time to get sick , watching to see that I did n't fall overboard . She said she never saw the beat of me for prowling about . But if it kept her from being seasick it 's a mercy I did prowl , is n't it ? And I wanted to see everything that was to be seen on that boat , because I did n't know whether I 'd ever have another opportunity . Oh , there are a lot more cherry-trees all in bloom ! This Island is the bloomiest place . I just love it already , and I 'm so glad I 'm going to live here .
I 've always heard that Prince Edward XXXXX was the prettiest place in the world , and I used to imagine I was living here , but I never really expected I would .
Hopeton Island Spencer bloomiest cherry-trees fall left plumes right wincey