said Mrs. Allan.
Anne did not reply; she said good night and went slowly back to Green
Gables. Marilla was sitting on the front door-steps and Anne sat down
beside her. The door was open behind them, held back by a big pink conch
shell with hints of sea sunsets in its smooth inner convolutions.
Anne gathered some sprays of pale-yellow honeysuckle and put them in
her hair. She liked the delicious hint of fragrance, as some aerial
benediction, above her every time she moved.
Doctor Spencer was here while you were away, Marilla said. He says
that the specialist will be in town tomorrow and he insists that I must
go in and have my eyes examined. I suppose I d better go and have it
over. I ll be more than thankful if the man can give me the right kind
of glasses to suit my eyes. You won t mind staying here alone while I m
away, will you? Martin will have to drive me in and there s ironing and
baking to do.
I shall be all right. Diana will come over for company for me. I shall
attend to the ironing and baking beautifully--you needn t fear that I ll
starch the handkerchiefs or flavor the cake with liniment.
Marilla laughed.
What a girl you were for making mistakes in them days, Anne. You were
always getting into scrapes. I did use to think you were possessed. Do
you mind the time you dyed your hair?
Yes, indeed. I shall never forget it, smiled Anne, touching the heavy
braid of hair that was wound about her shapely head. I laugh a little
now sometimes when I think what a worry my hair used to be to me--but I
don t laugh _much_, because it was a very real trouble then. I did suffer
terribly over my hair and my freckles. My freckles are really gone; and
people are nice enough to tell me my hair is auburn now--all but Josie
Pye. She informed me yesterday that she really thought it was redder
than ever, or at least my black dress made it look redder, and she asked
me if people who had red hair ever got used to having it. Marilla, I ve
almost decided to give up trying to like Josie Pye. I ve made what I
would once have called a heroic effort to like her, but Josie Pye won t
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