`` Shall I put my pearl beads on ? '' asked Anne . `` Matthew brought me a string from town last week , and I know he 'd like to see them on me . '' Diana pursed up her lips , put her black head on one side critically , and finally pronounced in favor of the beads , which were thereupon tied around Anne 's slim milk-white throat . `` There 's something so stylish about you , Anne , '' said Diana , with unenvious admiration . `` You hold your head with such an air . 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 .
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