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
velvet ribbon 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.
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