It was pretty interesting to imagine things about them -- to imagine that perhaps the girl who sat next to you was really the daughter of a belted earl , who had been stolen away from her parents in her infancy by a cruel nurse who died before she could confess . I used to lie awake at nights and imagine things like that , because I did n't have time in the day . I guess that 's why I 'm so thin -- I AM dreadful thin , ai n't I ? There is n't a pick on my bones . I do love to imagine I 'm nice and plump , with dimples in my elbows . '' With this Matthew 's companion stopped talking , partly because she was out of breath and partly because they had reached the buggy . Not another word did she say until they had left the village and were driving down a steep little hill , the road part of which had been cut so deeply into the soft soil , that the banks , fringed with blooming wild cherry-trees and slim white birches , were several feet above their heads . The child put out her hand and broke off a branch of wild plum that brushed against the side of the buggy . `` Is n't that beautiful ? What did that tree , leaning out from the bank , all white and lacy , make you think of ? '' she asked . `` Well now , I dunno , '' said Matthew . `` Why , a bride , of course -- a bride all in white with a lovely misty veil . I 've never seen one , but I can imagine what she would look like . I do n't ever expect to be a bride myself . I 'm so homely nobody will ever want to marry me -- unless it might be a foreign missionary . I suppose a foreign missionary might n't be very particular . But I do hope that some day I shall have a white dress . That is my highest ideal of earthly bliss . I just love pretty clothes .
And I 've never had a pretty dress in my life that I can remember -- but of course it 's all the more to look forward XXXXX , is n't it ?
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