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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 to, isn't it? And then I can imagine that I'm dressed gorgeously.

This morning when I left the asylum I felt so ashamed because I had to wear this horrid old wincey dress.

All the orphans had to wear them, you know.

A merchant in Hopeton last winter donated three hundred yards of wincey to the asylum.

Some people said it was because he couldn't sell it, but I'd rather believe that it was out of the kindness of his heart, wouldn't you? When we got on the train I felt as if everybody must be looking at me and pitying me.

But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress-because when you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while-and a big hat all flowers and nodding plumes, and a gold watch, and kid gloves and boots.

I felt cheered up right away and I enjoyed my trip to the Island with all my might.

I wasn't a bit sick coming over in the boat.

Neither was Mrs. Spencer although she generally is.

She said she hadn't time to get sick, watching to see that I didn't fall overboard.

She said she never saw the beat of me for prowling about.

But if it kept her from being seasick it's a mercy I did prowl, isn't it? And I wanted to see everything that was to be seen on that boat, because I didn't know whether I'd ever have another opportunity.

Oh, there are a lot more cherry-trees all in bloom! This Island is the bloomiest place.

I just love it already, and I'm so glad I'm going to live here.

I've always heard that Prince Edward Island was the prettiest place in the world, and I used to imagine I was living here, but I never really expected I would.

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it? But those red roads are so funny.

When we got into the train at Charlottetown and the red roads began to flash past I asked Mrs. Spencer what made them red and she said she didn't know and for pity's sake not to ask her any more questions.

She said I must have asked her a thousand already.

I suppose I had, too, but how you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions? And what DOES make the roads red?"

"Well now, I dunno," said Matthew.

"Well, that is one of the things to find out sometime.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world.

It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there? But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do.

Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop.

I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult."

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