Music Welcome to snoozecast. The podcast is on to help you fall asleep. Find us at snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by a Sea of Daydreams. Tonight, we'll read the 11th chapter to Anne of Green Gables, the classic 1908 novel by Lucy Madd on Gumray. chapter is titled, Anne's Impressions of Sunday School. In the last episode, titled, Anne's Apology, Anne spends the entire next day sulking in her room, avoiding food and nursing her wounded bride.

Concerned for Anne, Matthew, who hasn't been upstairs in four years, secretly creeps into her room after Marilla leaves. He persuades Anne to apologize to Mrs. Rachel, knowing Marilla won't change her mind about the punishment. A'han, less furious but still reluctant, agrees to apologize to please Matthew. Satisfied with his success, Matthew hurries away to avoid Marilla's disapproval of his interference. Anne and Marilla then visit Mrs. Rachel's house, where Anne initially displays shame and remorse. However, midway through the walk, her demeanor shifts to dreaminess. At Mrs. Rachel's, Anne theatrically apologizes, confessing to being a wicked and ungrateful girl.

Mrs. Rachel readily accepts the apology, attempting to make amends for her own thoughtlessness by predicting Anne's red hair may turn a burn. Marilla, uneasy about the dramatic apology, senses that Anne enjoyed the punishment. Despite feeling it backfired, Marilla refrains from chastising Anne, and on their way home, simple gesture of holding marillas hand, evokes a rush of unexpected maternal warmth, prompting Marilla to regain emotional control by emphasizing good behavior. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softess of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths. Chapter 11 11.

Aands 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 snappy colored gingham,

which Marilla had been tempted to buy from a paddler the preceding summer

because it looked so serviceable.

One was of black and white checkered setine, which she had picked up at a bargain counter in the winter, and one was a stiff print of an ugly blue shade, which she had purchased that week at a carmody store. She had made them up herself, and they were all made alike. Plain skirts, fold tightly to plain wastes, with sleeves as plain as waist and skirt, and tight as sleeves could be. Imagine that I like them," said Anne, soberly.

I don't want you to imagine it," said Marilla, offended.

Oh, I can see you don't like the dresses.

What is the matter with them? Aren't they neat and clean and new? Yes. Then why don't you like them? They're... They're not pretty. Said Anne, reluctantly. Pretty. Moral a sniffed. I didn't trouble my head about getting pretty dresses for you. I don't believe in

pampering vanity and I'll tell you that right off. Those dresses are good, sensible, of his supple traces without any frills about them.

And they're all you'll get this summer. The brown gingham and the blueprint will do you for school when you begin to go. The other one is for church and Sunday school. I'll expect you to keep them neat and clean and not to tear them. I should think you'd be grateful to get most anything after those skimpy, wincey things you've been wearing. Oh, I am grateful. Protested Anne.

But I'd be ever so much gratefuler if you'd made just one of them with puffed sleeves. Puffed sleeves are so fashionable now. It would give me such a thrill, Marilla,

just to wear a dress with puffed sleeves.

Well, you'll have to do without your thrill.

I hadn't any material to waste on puffed sleeves.

I think they are ridiculous looking things anyhow. I prefer the plain sensible ones. But I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself. Persisted Anne, mournfully. Trust you for that. Well, hang those dresses carefully up in your closet and then sit down and learn the Sunday school lesson. I got a quarterly from Mr. Bell for you, and you'll go to Sunday school tomorrow," said Marilla, disappearing downstairs. Anne clasped her hands and looked at the dresses. I did hope there would be a white one with puffed sleeves. She whispered. I prayed for one, but I didn't much expect it on that account. I didn't suppose God would have time to bother about a little orphan girl's dress. I knew I'd just have to depend on Marilla for it. Well, fortunately, I can imagine that one of them is of Snow White Muslim, with lovely lace frills and three puffed sleeves. The next morning, warnings of a sick headache prevented Marilla from going to Sunday school with Anne. She said, she'll see that you get into the right class. Now, mind you behave yourself properly, stay to preaching afterwards and ask Mrs. Lind to show you our pew. Here's a scent for collection. Don't stare at people and don't fidget. I shall expect you to tell me the text when you come home. And started off irreproachable. Arraid in the stiff black and white satine, which, while decent as regards length and certainly not open to the charge

of skimpiness, contrived to emphasize every corner and angle of her thin figure. Her The hat was a little flat, glossy, new sailor.

The extreme plainness of which had likewise much disappointed Anne, who had permitted herself secret visions of ribbon and flowers. The latter, however, were supplied before Anne reached the main road, for being confronted halfway down the lane with a golden frenzy of wind-stored buttercups and a glory of wild roses, and promptly and liberally garlanded her hat with a heavy wreath of them. Whatever other people might have thought of the result, it satisfied Anne, and she tripped galley down the road, holding her ruddy head with its decoration of pink and yellow very proudly. When she reached Mrs. Lin's house, she found that lady gone.

Nothing daunted, and proceeded onward to the church alone. In the porch, she found a crowd of little girls, all more or less galley attired, in and whites, and blues, and pink, and all staring with curious eyes at this stranger in their midst with her extraordinary head adornment. Avently, little girls had already heard queer stories about Anne. Mrs. Lind said she had an awful temper. Jerry, the hired boy at Green Gables, said she talked all the time to herself or to the trees and flowers like a crazy girl. They looked at her and whispered to each other behind their quarterlies. Nobody made any friendly advances. Then or later on, when And the opening exercises were over and Anne found herself in Miss Rodgerson's class. Miss Rodgerson was a middle-aged lady who had taught a Sunday school class for twenty years. Her method of teaching was to ask the printed questions from the quarterly

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