Practice Typing

Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, Now I lay me down to sleep. But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that that simple little prayer, sacred to white robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl.