Chapter 11: Anne’s Impressions of Sunday-school

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​⁠Well, how do you like them?” said Marilla.

Anne was standing in the gable room, looking solemnly at three new dresses spread out on the bed. One was of snuffy colored gingham which Marilla had been tempted to buy from a peddler the preceding summer because it looked so serviceable; one was of black-and-white checkered sateen which she had picked up at a bargain counter in the winter; and one was a