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Stories Podcast – Anne of Green Gables: Chapter 11

Host: Amanda Weldon
Date: August 28, 2025

Overview

This episode of the Stories Podcast presents Chapter 11 of Anne of Green Gables, focusing on “Anne’s Impressions of Sunday School.” Amanda Weldon performs the chapter, capturing Anne’s humorous, imaginative, and earnest perspective as she navigates new dresses from Marilla and her daunting first experience at the Avonlea Sunday School. The episode showcases themes of belonging, individuality, and the clash between imagination and conventional expectations.

Key Discussion Points & Insights

1. Anne’s New Dresses (02:30–05:25)

Setting: The chapter opens with Marilla showing Anne three newly made dresses—a snuffy colored gingham, a black and white checked sateen, and an “ugly blue” print. All are plain and practical, made by Marilla herself.
Anne’s Disappointment:
- Anne tries to be gracious, but cannot hide her longing for “puffed sleeves,” which were fashionable at the time.
- Marilla is firm and dismissive of the idea: “I don’t believe in pampering vanity, Anne, I’ll tell you that right off.” (04:05)
- Anne persists, lamenting, “I’d be ever so much gratefuler if—if you’d made just one of them with puffed sleeves. Puffed sleeves are so fashionable now.” (04:32)

2. Anne’s Imagination and Hope (05:30–06:15)

After Marilla leaves in a huff, Anne consoles herself by imagining “one of them is of snow white muslin with lovely lace frills and three puffed sleeves.” (05:58)

3. Anne’s Solo Journey to Sunday School (06:20–07:45)

Marilla, sick with a headache, cannot accompany Anne, so Anne sets out alone with careful instructions on how to behave and a penny for the collection.
Anne enhances her plain attire by creating a garland of wild roses and buttercups for her hat on the way, “holding her ruddy head with its decoration of pink and yellow very proudly.” (07:20)

4. First Impressions at Church (08:00–09:30)

Arriving at the church, Anne finds herself among a crowd of curious Avonlea girls, all “gaily attired in whites and blues and pinks.”
Anne’s unusual appearance and headpiece draw whispers; local gossip already casts Anne as odd.

5. Sunday School Experience with Ms. Rogerson (09:35–11:37)

Ms. Rogerson, the long-time teacher, “asked the printed questions from the Quarterly and looked sternly over its edge at the particular little girl she thought ought to answer.”
Anne does well answering questions due to Marilla’s coaching but feels disconnected, especially when she notices: “Every other little girl in the class had puffed sleeves. Ann felt that life was really not worth living without puffed sleeves.” (11:37)

6. Deconstructing the Sunday School Experience with Marilla (12:10–19:00)

Back home, Anne gives Marilla a frank and detailed account:
- “I didn’t like it a bit. It was horrid.” (12:20)
- Anne explains she behaved as instructed, but found the prayer and sermon long and uninspiring, escaping the boredom by gazing at the “Lake of Shining Waters” and imagining “all sorts of splendid things.” (13:15)
- Anne shares a sharp, innocent critique: “But he wasn't talking to me… He was talking to God, and he didn't seem to be very interested in it either. I think he thought God was too far off to make it worthwhile.” (13:55)
She details her encounter with Ms. Rogerson:
- Anne is disappointed she couldn’t recite a sad poem (“The Dog at His Master’s Grave”) instead of a paraphrase.
- She finds two thrilling lines in the “19th paraphrase”: “quick as the slaughtered squadrons fall in Midian’s evil day. I don’t know what squadrons means, nor Midian either, but it sounds so tragical I can hardly wait until next Sunday to recite it.” (15:40)
Anne laments that everyone else had the coveted puffed sleeves, and she struggled to imagine them on her own dress amid the group.
Anne provides the sermon text: "Revelations, third chapter, second and third verses. It was a very long text. If I was a minister, I'd pick the short, snappy ones." (17:20)
Her assessment of the minister: “I didn’t think he was a bit interesting. The trouble with him seems to be that he hasn’t enough imagination. I didn’t listen to him very much. I just let my thoughts run and I thought of the most surprising things.” (17:48)

7. Marilla’s Private Reflections (18:50–19:20)

Marilla is torn between sternness and a guilty recognition that Anne’s criticisms mirror thoughts Marilla herself has kept private for years, now voiced in Anne’s candid, imaginative manner.

Notable Quotes and Memorable Moments

Anne, on imagining her dresses (05:58):
“Well, fortunately, I can imagine that one of them is of snow white muslin with lovely lace frills and three puffed sleeves.”
Anne, upon arriving at church (07:20):
“Anne promptly and liberally garlanded her hat with a heavy wreath of them [flowers]. Whatever other people might have thought of the result, it satisfied Anne, and she tripped gaily down the road, holding her ruddy head with its decoration of pink and yellow very proudly.”
Anne, summarizing Sunday School (12:20):
“I didn’t like it a bit. It was horrid.”
Anne, on enduring the sermon (13:15):
“Mr. Bell made an awfully long prayer. I would have been dreadfully tired before he got through if I hadn’t been sitting by that window. But it looked right out on the Lake of Shining Waters. So I just gazed at that and imagined all sorts of splendid things.”
Anne, on the minister’s style (17:48):
“I didn’t think he was a bit interesting. The trouble with him seems to be that he hasn’t enough imagination.”
Marilla’s inner struggle (19:10):
“Marilla felt helplessly that all this should be sternly reproved, but she was hampered by the undeniable fact that some of the things Anne had said… were what she herself had really thought deep down in her heart for years…”

Timestamps for Important Segments

| Segment | Timestamp | |---------|------------| | Introduction & Dress Scene | 02:30–05:25 | | Anne’s Imagination Consoles Her | 05:58 | | Marilla’s Instructions & Anne’s Headpiece | 06:20–07:45 | | Awkward Arrival at Church | 08:00–09:30 | | Ms. Rogerson’s Class & Puffed Sleeves | 09:35–11:37 | | Anne’s Candid Deconstruction | 12:10–17:20 | | Marilla’s Reflection | 18:50–19:20 |

Tone and Language

Amanda Weldon’s narration is bright, expressive, and accessible, closely mirroring Anne’s childlike honesty and Marilla’s practical seriousness. The episode faithfully adapts the language and humor of the original novel, balancing youthful whimsy with moments of poignant sincerity.

Summary for New Listeners

In this chapter, Anne Shirley receives her first proper dresses from Marilla—practical but not at all fashionable or “puffed.” Sent to Sunday School alone for the first time, Anne dresses up her hat with wildflowers, much to the amazement of the local children. Feeling out of place, and keenly aware of both her differences and her vivid imagination, Anne candidly reports back to Marilla about the experience, alternately endearing and audacious. Her creative, questioning spirit stands in contrast with the staid, unimaginative ways of Avonlea, touching on the timeless tension between conformity and creativity.

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Hello. Welcome to Stories Podcast. I'm your host, Amanda Weldon. Today's story is a chapter from the classic novel Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery. We have Stories podcast merch, available@storiespodcast.com shop. We're also on Cameo for all of your personalized video message needs. And don't forget to follow us on Instagram oriespodcast. If you send us a drawing of your favorite scene or character, we'll share it on our feed. Now here's a word from our sponsors Parents I think we've all had those times when everyone in the family is off on their own personal devices. Wouldn't it be great if you could find an activity that everyone will agree on? Something that's both active and fun at the same time? Imagine that our family has found an amazing new solution called Next Playground. It's an active game system for families where your body powers the play. It's 100% motion driven gaming. No controllers or wearables needed. Just play naturally. And the games are so great and immersive. Go flying in the world of how to train your dragon, dance with Barbie, pop bubbles in Gabby's dollhouse, or master some moves with Kung Fu Panda right from your living room. Even better, Next Playground is kids safe with no ads in app purchases or mature content. Next Playground is your feel good solution to those long summer days. Want to learn more? Visit nextplayground.com that's n-e xplayground.com to explore active family gaming today. Thanks. Enjoy the episode chapter 11 Anne's impressions of Sunday School well, how do you like them? Said Marilla. Anne was standing in the Gable room, looking solemnly at three new dresses spread out on the bed. One was of snuffy colored gingham, which Marilla had been tempted to buy from a peddler the preceding summer because it looked so serviceable. One was of a black and white checked sateen, which she had picked up at a bargain counter in the winter, and one was a stiff print of an ugly blue shade which she had purchased that week at a Carmody store. She had made them up herself and they were all made alike plain skirts fulled tightly to plain waists, with sleeves as plain as waist and skirt and tight as sleeves could be. I'll imagine that I like them, said Anne soberly. I don't want you to imagine it, said Marilla, offended. Oh, I can see you don't like the dresses. What is the matter with them? Aren't they neat and clean and new? Yes. Then why don't you like them? They're. They're not pretty, said Anne reluctantly. Pretty. Marilla sniffed. I didn't trouble my head about getting pretty dresses for you. I don't believe in pampering vanity, Anne, I'll tell you that right off. Those dresses are good, sensible, serviceable dresses without any frills or furbelows about them and they're all you'll get this summer. The brown gingham and the blue print will do you for school when you begin to go. The sateen is for church and Sunday school. I'll expect you to keep them neat and clean and not to tear them. I should think you'd be grateful to get most anything after those skimpy wincy things you've been wearing. Oh, I am grateful, protested Anne. But I'd be ever so much gratefuler if if you'd made just one of them with puffed sleeves. Puffed sleeves are so fashionable now. It would give me such a thrill, Marilla, just to wear a dress with puffed sleeves. Well, you'll have to do without your thrill. I hadn't any material to waste on puffed sleeves. I think they are ridiculous looking things anyhow. I prefer the plain sensible ones, but I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself, Persisted Anne mournfully. Trust you for that. Well, hang those dresses carefully up in your closet and then sit down and learn the Sunday school lesson. I got a quarterly from Mr. Bell for you and you'll go to Sunday school tomorrow, said Marilla, disappearing downstairs in high dudgeon. Anne clasped her hands and looked at the dresses. I did hope there would be a white one with puffed sleeves, she whispered disconsolately. I prayed for one, but I didn't much expect it on that account. I didn't suppose God would have time to bother about a little orphan girl's dress. I knew I'd just have to depend on Marilla for it. Well, fortunately, I can imagine that one of them is of snow white muslin with lovely lace frills and three puffed sleeves. The next morning warnings of a sick headache prevented Marilla from going to Sunday school with Anne. You'll have to go down and call for Mrs. Lynde, Anne, she said. She'll see that you get into the right class. Now mind you behave yourself properly. Stay to preaching afterwards and ask Mrs. Lynde to show you our pew. Here's a scent for collection. Don't stare at people and don't fidget. I shall expect you to Tell me the text when you come home. Anne started off irreproachably arrayed in the stiff black and white sateen, which, while decent as regards length, and certainly not open to the charge of skimpiness, contrived to emphasize every corner and angle of her thin figure. Her hat was a little flat, glossy new sailor, the extreme plainness of which had likewise much disappointed Anne, who had permitted herself secret visions of ribbon and flowers. The latter, however, were supplied before Anne reached the main road, for being confronted halfway down the lane with a golden frenzy of wind stirred buttercups and a glory of wild roses. Anne promptly and liberally garlanded her hat with a heavy wreath of them. Whatever other people might have thought of the result, it satisfied Anne, and she tripped gaily down the road, holding her ruddy head with its decoration of pink and yellow very proudly. When she reached Mrs. Lin's house, she found that lady gone. Nothing. Daunted, Anne proceeded onward to the church. Alone in the porch, she found a crowd of little girls, all more or less gaily attired in whites and blues and pinks, and all staring with curious eyes at this stranger in their midst with her extraordinary head adornment. Avonlea little girls had already heard odd stories about Anne. Mrs. Lynde said she had an awful temper. Jerry Buot, the hired boy at Green Gables, said she talked all the time to herself or to the trees and flowers like. Like a crazy girl. They looked at her and whispered to each other behind their quarterlies. Nobody made friendly advances then or later on when the opening exercises were over and Ann found herself in Ms. Rogerson's class. Now for a quick ad break. We'll be back with the rest of the story after this. If you'd like Stories podcast and other favorite kid podcasts ad free, subscribe to Wondery Kids on Apple Podcasts. Ms. Rogerson was a middle aged lady who had taught a Sunday school class for 20 years. Her method of teaching was to ask the printed questions from the Quarterly and look sternly over its edge at the particular little girl she thought ought to answer the question. She looked very often at Anne and Ann, thanks to Marilla's drilling, answered promptly. But it may be questioned if she understood very much about either question or answer. She did not think she liked Ms. Rogerson and she felt very miserable. Every other little girl in the class had puffed sleeves. Ann felt that life was really not worth living without puffed sleeves. Well, how did you like Sunday school? Marilla wanted to know. When Anne came home, her wreath having faded, Anne had Discarded it in the lane. So Marilla was spared the knowledge of that for a time. I didn't like it a bit. It was horrid. Anne Shirley, said Marilla, rebukingly. Anne sat down on the rocker with a long sigh, kissed one of Bonnie's leaves, and waved her hand to a blossoming fuchsia. They might have been lonesome while I was away, she explained. And now about the Sunday school. I behaved well, just as you told me. Mrs. Lynde was gone, but I went right on myself. I went into the church with a lot of other little girls, and I sat in the corner of a pew by the window while the opening exercises went on. Mr. Bell made an awfully long prayer. I would have been dreadfully tired before he got through it if I hadn't been sitting by that window. But it looked right out on the Lake of Shining Waters. So I just gazed at that and imagined all sorts of splendid things. You shouldn't have done anything of the sort. You should have listened to Mr. Bell. But he wasn't talking to me, protested Anne. He was talking to God, and he didn't seem to be very interested in it either. I think he thought God was too far off to make it worthwhile. I said a little prayer myself, though. There was a long row of white birches hanging over the lake, and the sunshine fell down through them, way, way down deep into the water. Oh, Marilla, it was like a beautiful dream. It gave me a thrill, and I just said thank you for it, God, two or three times. Not out loud, I hope, said Marilla anxiously. Oh, no, just under my breath. Well, Mr. Bell did get through at last, and they told me to go into the classroom with Ms. Rogerson's class. There were nine other girls in it. They all had puffed sleeves. I tried to imagine mine were puffed, too, but I couldn't. Why couldn't I? It was as easy as could be to imagine they were puffed when I was alone in the east gable. But it was awfully hard there among the others who had really, truly puffs. You shouldn't have been thinking about your sleeves in Sunday school. You should have been attending to the lesson. I hope you knew it. Oh, yes, and I answered a lot of questions. Ms. Rogerson asked ever so many. I don't think it was fair for her to do all the asking. There were lots I wanted to ask her, but I didn't like to because I didn't think she was a kindred spirit. Then all the other little girls recited a paraphrase she asked me if I knew any. I told her I didn't, but I could recite the Dog at His Master's Grave if she liked. That's in the Third Royal Reader. It isn't a really, truly religious piece of poetry, but it's so sad and melancholy that it might as well be. She said it wouldn't do. And she told me to learn the 19th paraphrase for next Sunday. I read it over in church afterwards, and it's splendid. There are two lines in particular that just thrill me quick as the slaughtered squadrons fall in Midian's evil day. I don't know what squadrons means, nor Midian either, but it sounds so tragical I can hardly wait until next Sunday to recite it. I'll practice it all week after Sunday school. I asked Ms. Rogerson because Mrs. Lind was too far away to show me your pew. I sat just as still as I could and the text was Revelations, third chapter, second and third verses. It was a very long text. If I was a minister, I'd pick the short, snappy ones. The sermon was awfully long too. I suppose the minister had to match it to the text. I didn't think he was a bit interesting. The trouble with him seems to be that he hasn't enough imagination. I didn't listen to him very much. I just let my thoughts run and I thought of the most surprising things. Marilla felt helplessly that all this should be sternly reproved, but she was hampered by the undeniable fact that some of the things Anne had said, especially about the Minister's sermons and Mr. Bell's prayers, were what she herself had really thought deep down in her heart for years, but had never given expression to. It almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity. Today's story was a chapter of Anne of Green Gables, written for your by Lucy Maud Montgomery, edited and produced for you by Andrew Martin, and performed for you by me, Amanda Weldon. If you would like to support Stories podcast, you can leave us a five star review on iTunes. Check out all of our merch available at storiespodcast. Com. Shop Commission a special video on Cameo. Follow us on Instagram oriespodcast or simply tell your friends about us. Thanks for listening.