I had an idea then that foreign missionaries couldn't afford to be finicky in the matter of looks if they wanted a girl to risk her life among cannibals.

You should have seen the foreign missionary Priscilla married.

He was as handsome and inscrutable as those daydreams we once planned to marry ourselves, Diana; he was the best dressed man I ever met, and he raved over Priscilla's 'ethereal, golden beauty.' But of course there are no cannibals in Japan." "Your wedding dress is a dream, anyhow," sighed Diana rapturously.
"You'll look like a perfect queen in it--you're so tall and slender.
How DO you keep so slim, Anne?
I'm fatter than ever--I'll soon have no waist at all." "Stoutness and slimness seem to be matters of predestination," said Anne.

"At all events, Mrs.Harmon Andrews can't say to you what she said to me when I came home from Summerside, 'Well, Anne, you're just about as skinny as ever.' It sounds quite romantic to be 'slender,' but 'skinny' has a very different tang." "Mrs.Harmon has been talking about your trousseau.

She admits it's as nice as Jane's, although she says Jane married a millionaire and you are only marrying a 'poor young doctor without a cent to his name.'" Anne laughed.
"My dresses ARE nice.