`` 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 . I like that way of fixing her hair . But I expect she 'll ruin that dress driving over there in the dust and dew with it , and it looks most too thin for these damp nights . Organdy 's the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow , and I told Matthew so when he got it . But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays . Time was when he would take my advice , but now he just buys things for Anne regardless , and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him . Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable , and Matthew plunks his money down for it . Mind you keep your skirt clear of the wheel , Anne , and put your warm jacket on . '' Then Marilla stalked downstairs , thinking proudly how sweet Anne looked , with that `` One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown '' and regretting that she could not go to the concert herself to hear her girl recite . `` I wonder if it IS too damp for my dress , '' said Anne anxiously . `` Not a bit of it , '' said Diana , pulling up the window blind . `` It 's a perfect night , and there wo n't be any dew .
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