`` Not out loud , I hope , '' said Marilla anxiously . `` Oh , no , just under my breath . Well , Mr. Bell did get through at last and they told me to go into the classroom with Miss Rogerson 's class . There were nine other girls in it . They all had puffed sleeves . I tried to imagine mine were puffed , too , but I could n't . Why could n't I ? It was as easy as could be to imagine they were puffed when I was alone in the east gable , but it was awfully hard there among the others who had really truly puffs . '' `` You should n't have been thinking about your sleeves in Sunday school . You should have been attending to the lesson . I hope you knew it . '' `` Oh , yes ; and I answered a lot of questions . Miss Rogerson asked ever so many . I do n't think it was fair for her to do all the asking . There were lots I wanted to ask her , but I did n't like to because I did n't think she was a kindred spirit . Then all the other little girls recited a paraphrase . She asked me if I knew any . I told her I did n't , but I could recite , ` The Dog at His Master 's Grave ' if she liked . That 's in the Third Royal Reader . It is n't a really truly religious piece of poetry , but it 's so sad and melancholy that it might as well be .
She said it would n't do and she told me XXXXX learn the nineteenth paraphrase for next Sunday .
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