Anne nodded . `` Yes , I have two . The matron of the asylum made them for me . They 're fearfully skimpy . There is never enough to go around in an asylum , so things are always skimpy -- at least in a poor asylum like ours . I hate skimpy night-dresses . But one can dream just as well in them as in lovely trailing ones , with frills around the neck , that 's one consolation . '' `` Well , undress as quick as you can and go to bed . I 'll come back in a few minutes for the candle . I dare n't trust you to put it out yourself . You 'd likely set the place on fire . '' When Marilla had gone Anne looked around her wistfully . The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness . The floor was bare , too , except for a round braided mat in the middle such as Anne had never seen before . In one corner was the bed , a high , old-fashioned one , with four dark , low-turned posts . In the other corner was the aforesaid three-corner table adorned with a fat , red velvet pin-cushion hard enough to turn the point of the most adventurous pin . Above it hung a little six-by-eight mirror . Midway between table and bed was the window , with an icy white muslin frill over it , and opposite it was the wash-stand . The whole apartment was of a rigidity not to be described in words , but which sent a shiver to the very marrow of Anne 's bones . With a sob she hastily discarded her garments , put on the skimpy nightgown and sprang into bed where she burrowed face downward into the pillow and pulled the clothes over her head .
When Marilla came up for the light various skimpy articles of raiment scattered most untidily over the floor and a certain tempestuous appearance XXXXX the bed were the only indications of any presence save her own .
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