I have given up all hope of dimples.

My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain.

Am I all ready now ?" "All ready," assured Diana, as Marilla appeared in the doorway, a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles, but with a much softer face.

"Come right in and look at our elocutionist, Marilla.
Doesn't she look lovely ?" Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt.
"She looks neat and proper.

I like that way of fixing her hair.