Oh , Matthew ! '' Matthew had sheepishly unfolded the dress from its paper swathings and held it out with a deprecatory glance at Marilla , who feigned to be contemptuously filling the teapot , but nevertheless watched the scene out of the corner of her eye with a rather interested air . Anne took the dress and looked at it in reverent silence . Oh , how pretty it was -- a lovely soft brown gloria with all the gloss of silk ; a skirt with dainty frills and shirrings ; a waist elaborately pintucked in the most fashionable way , with a little ruffle of filmy lace at the neck . But the sleeves -- they were the crowning glory ! Long elbow cuffs , and above them two beautiful puffs divided by rows of shirring and bows of brown-silk ribbon . `` That 's a Christmas present for you , Anne , '' said Matthew shyly . `` Why -- why -- Anne , do n't you like it ? Well now -- well now . '' For Anne 's eyes had suddenly filled with tears . `` Like it ! Oh , Matthew ! '' Anne laid the dress over a chair and clasped her hands . `` Matthew , it 's perfectly exquisite . Oh , I can never thank you enough . Look at those sleeves ! Oh , it seems to me this must be a happy dream . '' `` Well , well , let us have breakfast , '' interrupted Marilla . `` I must say , Anne , I do n't think you needed the dress ; but since Matthew has got it for you , see that you take good care of it . There 's a hair ribbon Mrs. Lynde left for you .
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