Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven Sunday School Impressions

"Well, do you like it?" Marilla asked. At this time, Anne was in her room, carefully examining the three new dresses on the bed. One was made of tan checkered cloth that Marilla had bought last summer from a street peddler, and it looked durable; the other was made of black and white checkered fabric. The satin, bought at the winter sale; the third, which Marilla had recently bought from Carmody's, was a stiff blue dyed fabric that was very unremarkable.The three new dresses were all made by Marilla, and they were all of the same pattern, unpleated, sewn to a very plain waist, and the sleeves were straight, so they looked well fitted, but they were very simple.

"I thought it was a new dress." Annie replied with an unhappy face. "I didn't expect you to like it either." Marilla said dissatisfiedly, "I don't like it, do I? Tell me what's wrong with it. They're so neat and neat. Do you think they're not new? " "Not at all." "Then why don't you like it?" "It's just, it's just not very pretty." Annie avoided politely. "You mean you're not pretty." Marilla snorted, "I don't even think about making beautiful clothes, and I don't intend to fuel your vanity, Anne, so what's on display here today are There are no boring wave ruffles and unnecessary decorations, practical and simple and elegant clothes, these are the only few pieces for you this summer.

"The tawny gingham and the blue gingham ones are for school when school starts, and the satin ones are for church and Sunday school, just be careful not to get dirty or torn. Since you came After that, I kept wearing this short, small, and ugly blended dress. Why, don’t you even want to say thank you?” "How can I? I want to say, but if you make me one with lantern sleeves, even just one piece, I will be more grateful to you. You don't know, lantern sleeves are very popular now, if I will thank you from the bottom of my heart for wearing clothes with lantern sleeves." "I said you should just wear it. I was going to make clothes with lantern sleeves, but there was no extra fabric, so I didn't make them. What a coincidence. I see that the clothes with lantern sleeves are weird, how can they be ordinary? Looks good."

"I think it's better to dress a little weirdly than to be alone in a rustic dress." Anne argued helplessly. "It is indeed as you said, but now you hang up your clothes properly, and then sit here and preview the lessons of Sunday school. I have taken the textbook from Mrs. Bell, and you will go to Sunday school tomorrow Go to class." After Marilla finished speaking, she went downstairs very unhappy. Annie clenched her fists and stared disapprovingly at the new clothes. "Oh, how wonderful it would be to have a white dress with lantern sleeves. I'm just thinking about it, why don't I be unhappy!" Anne muttered, "Although I have prayed, but I hope No, I'm afraid God doesn't have time to care about an orphan's clothes, so Marilla is the only one to look to."

Marilla was unable to take Anne to Sunday-school the next morning because of a terrible headache. "Annie, go to Mrs. Lynde and ask her to take you to school, let her tell you which class you are in, and be polite and watch your manners. After school, go to the sermon, and then Ask Mrs. Linde to point out the seat of our house. Here, here is 10 cents we donated. Don’t always stare at others, sneaky, and tell me about the missionary content when you come back, I’m very sorry Want to hear it." Anne put on the black and white checked satin dress, looked in the mirror, and walked out without saying anything.

The length of the dress was more than enough, and the baggy dress made Anne, who was already thin, look even thinner. On her head was a small, flat sailor cap with a luster. Annie, very disappointed with this unremarkable, modest hat. Only halfway through the path, Anne was attracted by the buttercups and briars on both sides, so she simply picked them, and then weaved them into a wreath and put them on her hat.No matter what others think, Anne feels very proud anyway.She shook her red-haired head decorated with pink and yellow, and walked briskly on the street. When she came to Mrs. Linde's house, the lady had already left, so Anne ran to the church alone.

On the balcony of the church, girls in all kinds of gorgeous costumes gathered, and they stared curiously at the newcomer wearing a strange hair accessory.The girls in Abangli Village have heard about Anne for a long time. According to Mrs. Linde, Anne is a child with a very individual character and a strange temper. People with mental problems, she always talks to herself, or talks to flowers, plants and trees. The girls looked at Anne secretly, covered their mouths with books, and chattered in low voices. From then until Anne arrived in Miss Rogerson's class after the service, no one showed any enthusiasm for Anne.

Miss Rogerson, a middle-aged woman who had taught Sunday schools for twenty years, liked to ask questions scripturally, and if she decided to have a child answer a question, she always stood behind the child and spoke with a kind of frightful expression. It was her habit to stare at the child all the time. Miss Rogerson looked Anne up and down with a sullen face. Thanks to Marilla's rigorous training in advance, Anne could answer the questions fluently. However, it is still a question of whether Anne can fully understand the questions and answers. When we met for the first time, Miss Rogerson didn't leave a good impression on Annie, and Annie felt very miserable.Because all the girls except herself are wearing clothes with lantern sleeves, which makes her really intolerable. She feels that if she can't wear clothes with lantern sleeves, life is meaningless.

"How do you feel about Sunday School today?" asked Marilla, as soon as Anne arrived home.Marilla knew nothing of it, for the corolla had long since faded and Anne had left it on the path. "Didn't like anything, anyway, it sucks." "Anne!" Marilla snapped. Annie sat on the rocking chair with a long sigh, fiddling with flowers and plants, "You must be lonely when I am not at home? Also, at the Sunday school, I behaved very politely according to your request. To the forest When she came to Mrs. De's house, she had already left, so I went directly to the church I entered with other girls. During the service, I sat in the corner by the window.

"Mr. Bell's prayer took up a long time. If I hadn't been close to the window, I would have been unable to sit still, because I can see the 'Bibo Lake' from the window. I can look at the lake and imagine beautiful things at the same time." "That can't be done, you can't do it if you don't listen to Mr. Bell's prayer." "But he didn't talk to me." Anne objected, "Mr. Bell is talking to God. First of all, he gives people a lazy feeling, as if God is far away in the sky. It is of no use at all. "However, I was also praying silently. The sun shines through the stretched birch branches to the bottom of the lake, and what I see in front of my eyes is like a fairyland. I was so moved that I couldn't help but say again and again:' Lord, thank you, thank you.'”

"Are you making any noise?" Marilla demanded. "No, I just said it in a low voice. Anyway, Mr. Bell's prayers are finally over, so I was assigned to Miss Rogerson's class. Besides me, there were nine girls in that class, all of them were wearing belts. Clothes with lantern sleeves. I tried to imagine myself wearing lantern sleeves, but it didn’t work. Why do you think that’s the case? It’s easy to imagine when you’re alone in the East Wing. You can't imagine how miserable it was for me to be surrounded among them." "It's not okay to think about your sleeves in your mind at school, and it's not right not to listen well. Have you understood the text yet?" "Ah, it's okay. Miss Rogerson asked me a lot of questions, and I answered them fluently. But it's not fair for her to ask alone. I also have a lot of questions to ask her, but I think our Souls are fundamentally different, and the idea is dismissed. "Also, other children can recite Bible hymns. Miss Rogerson asked me what I would order, but I couldn't say anything. If it was "The Dog Who Guarded the Master's Tomb", I could still recite it. It is included in the third-grade Mandarin textbook There is this poem, although it is not a purely religious poem, but its content is very sad and desolate, so I think it is very similar to the original poem in the Bible. Miss Rogerson disagrees, and she hopes that I will read it next week A few days ago, I memorized the 19th hymn and then recited it in church. This poem is so beautifully written, especially two lines that made me very excited. In the inauspicious days of Midian, they were tortured and killed as quickly as a cavalry brigade fell. "Some words in this poem I can't figure out, but it shocked me strongly, I can't wait, and I have been practicing since this week. "After Sunday school was over, Miss Rogers led me to our seat, and Mrs. Linde was sitting opposite, so I didn't bother her, and I just sat here. Today's content is "Revelation "The second and third verses of the third chapter are very long. If I were a pastor, I would definitely choose those short ones. "Preaching really takes time, and even the topic is boring. The pastor's words are not interesting at all. I think it's too bad if people don't have imagination. I didn't listen too carefully. I just thought about it. And it’s all about weird things.” Marilla really wanted to give Anne a hard lesson, but what Anne said, especially the complaints about the pastor's preaching and Principal Bell's prayer, were also Marilla's true feelings that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, and it was an undeniable fact. So Marilla didn't say anything more.For a long time, some dissatisfaction with the pastor and Principal Bell has been shrouded in Marilla's heart, but Anne has spoken out today. Don't underestimate this child, Marilla seems to feel that Anne's words are mercilessly condemning herself.