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.