I’m sorry I was late. Come along, the horse is waiting for us.
Well, now, I dunno.
Aren’t these plum trees beautiful? What did that tree, leaning over the bank, all white and lacy, make you think of?
Yes, that’s why I can never be happy. Nobody with red hair can be. I can imagine away the gray eyes, the ugly orphanage clothes, the freckles, and my skinniness, because I can imagine them away. I can pretend that I have a beautiful rose leaf complexion and lovely starry violet eyes, but I cannot imagine my hair away. “It is a gorgeous raven black,” but I always know that it is just red. It is my life-long sorrow.
It’s red, ain’t it?
Why, a bride. I’ve never seen one, but I can imagine what she would look like. What color is my hair?
Chapter 14 of Anne of Green Gables
Anne, have you seen my amethyst brooch? I thought I stuck it in my pincushion when I returned home from church yesterday evening, but I can’t find it anywhere.
All alone my watch I’m keeping, In the Hazel Dell,For my darling Nelly’s near me sleeping, Nelly dear farewell.
I saw it this morning when you were at the Aid Society, Marilla.
You have no business to meddle with things that do not belong to you. Where did you put it?
Did you touch it?
Oh, back on the bureau. I hadn’t it on a minute. Truly, Marilla, I didn’t mean to meddle. I’ll never do it again.
Y-e-e-s. I went in and pinned it on my dress to see how it would look.