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well have been scouring its original red. The peddler had

certainly spoken the truth when he declared that the dye wouldn't



wash off, however his veracity might be impeached in other

respects.



"Oh, Marilla, what shall I do?" questioned Anne in tears.

"I can never live this down. People have pretty well forgotten



my other mistakes--the liniment cake and setting Diana drunk and

flying into a temper with Mrs. Lynde. But they'll never forget this.



They will think I am not respectable. Oh, Marilla, `what a tangled

web we weave when first we practice to deceive.' That is poetry,



but it is true. And oh, how Josie Pye will laugh! Marilla, I CANNOT

face Josie Pye. I am the unhappiest girl in Prince Edward Island."



Anne's unhappiness continued for a week. During that time she

went nowhere and shampooed her hair every day. Diana alone of



outsiders knew the fatal secret, but she promised solemnly never

to tell, and it may be stated here and now that she kept her



word. At the end of the week Marilla said decidedly:

"It's no use, Anne. That is fast dye if ever there was any.



Your hair must be cut off; there is no other way. You can't go

out with it looking like that."



Anne's lips quivered, but she realized the bitter truth of

Marilla's remarks. With a dismal sigh she went for the scissors.



"Please cut it off at once, Marilla, and have it over. Oh, I

feel that my heart is broken. This is such an unromantic



affliction. The girls in books lose their hair in fevers or sell

it to get money for some good deed, and I'm sure I wouldn't mind



losing my hair in some such fashion half so much. But there is

nothing comforting in having your hair cut off because you've



dyed it a dreadful color, is there? I'm going to weep all the

time you're cutting it off, if it won't interfere. It seems such



a tragic thing."

Anne wept then, but later on, when she went upstairs and looked



in the glass, she was calm with despair. Marilla had done her work

thoroughly and it had been necessary to shingle the hair as closely



as possible. The result was not becoming, to state the case as mildly

as may be. Anne promptly turned her glass to the wall.



"I'll never, never look at myself again until my hair grows," she

exclaimed passionately.



Then she suddenly righted the glass.

"Yes, I will, too. I'd do penance for being wicked that way.



I'll look at myself every time I come to my room and see how ugly

I am. And I won't try to imagine it away, either. I never



thought I was vain about my hair, of all things, but now I know I

was, in spite of its being red, because it was so long and thick



and curly. I expect something will happen to my nose next."

Anne's clipped head made a sensation in school on the following



Monday, but to her relief nobody guessed the real reason for it,

not even Josie Pye, who, however, did not fail to inform Anne



that she looked like a perfect scarecrow.

"I didn't say anything when Josie said that to me," Anne confided



that evening to Marilla, who was lying on the sofa after one of

her headaches, "because I thought it was part of my punishment



and I ought to bear it patiently. It's hard to be told you look

like a scarecrow and I wanted to say something back. But I didn't.



I just swept her one scornful look and then I forgave her.

It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people,



doesn't it? I mean to devote all my energies to being good after

this and I shall never try to be beautiful again. Of course it's



better to be good. I know it is, but it's sometimes so hard to

believe a thing even when you know it. I do really want to be



good, Marilla, like you and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy, and grow

up to be a credit to you. Diana says when my hair begins to grow



to tie a black velvetribbon around my head with a bow at one

side. She says she thinks it will be very becoming. I will call



it a snood--that sounds so romantic. But am I talking too much,

Marilla? Does it hurt your head?"



"My head is better now. It was terrible bad this afternoon,

though. These headaches of mine are getting worse and worse.



I'll have to see a doctor about them. As for your chatter, I

don't know that I mind it--I've got so used to it."



Which was Marilla's way of saying that she liked to hear it.

CHAPTER XXVIII



An Unfortunate Lily Maid

OF course you must be Elaine, Anne," said Diana. "I could never



have the courage to float down there."

"Nor I," said Ruby Gillis, with a shiver. "I don't mind floating






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