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She had prepared a couch in the kitchen chamber for the desired and expected boy.

But, although it was neat and clean, it did not seem quite the thing to put a girl there somehow.

But the spare room was out of the question for such a stray waif, so there remained only the east gable room.

Marilla lighted a candle and told Anne to follow her, which Anne spiritlessly did, taking her hat and carpet-bag from the hall table as she passed.

The hall was fearsomely clean; the little gable chamber in which she presently found herself seemed still cleaner.

Marilla set the candle on a three-legged, three-cornered table and turned down the bedclothes.

"I suppose you have a nightgown?" she questioned.

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 daren'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 of the bed were the only indications of any presence save her own.

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