That is my highest ideal of earthly bliss.

I just love pretty clothes.

And I've never had a pretty dress in my life that I can remember--but of course it's all the more to look forward to, isn't it?
And then I can imagine that I'm dressed gorgeously.

This morning when I left the asylum I felt so ashamed because I had to wear this horrid old wincey dress.

All the orphans had to wear them, you know.