CHAPTER VII. Anne Says Her Prayers 

When Marilla took Anne up to bed that night she said stiffly: 

"Now, Anne, I noticed last night that you threw your clothes all about the floor when you took them off. That is a very untidy habit, and I can't allow it at all. As soon as you take off any article of clothing fold it neatly and place it on the chair. I haven't any use at all for little girls who aren't neat." 

"I was so harrowed up in my mind last night that I didn't think about my clothes at all," said Anne. "I'll fold them nicely tonight. They always made us do that at the asylum. Half the time, though, I'd forget, I'd be in such a hurry to get into bed nice and quiet and imagine things." 

"You'll have to remember a little better if you stay here," admonished Marilla. "There, that looks something like. Say your prayers now and get into bed." 

"I never say any prayers," announced Anne. 

Marilla looked horrified astonishment. 

"Why, Anne, what do you mean? Were you never taught to say your prayers? God always wants little girls to say their prayers. Don't you know who God is, Anne?" 

"'God is a spirit, infinite, eternal and unchangeable, in His being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness, and truth,'" responded Anne promptly and glibly. 

Marilla looked rather relieved. 

"So you do know something then, thank goodness! You're not quite a heathen. Where did you learn that?" 
How did Marilla look after this explanation?
Marilla looked rather relieved