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XX. The Way It Often Happens

           “YOU,atleast,mustknowthattheneatestpersonintheworldcouldn’temptyfeathersfromonetickintoanotherandremainneatintheprocess.”

           “It...it...isn’tthefeathers,”hesitatedDiana.“It’s...it’s...yournose,Anne.”

           “Mynose?Oh,Diana,surelynothinghasgonewrongwithit!”

           Annerushedtothelittlelookingglassoverthesink.Oneglancerevealedthefataltruth.Hernosewasabrilliantscarlet!

           Annesatdownonthesofa,herdauntlessspiritsubduedatlast.

           “Whatisthematterwithit?”askedDiana,curiosityovercomingdelicacy.

           “IthoughtIwasrubbingmyfrecklelotiononit,butImusthaveusedthatreddyeMarillahasformarkingthepatternonherrugs,”wasthedespairingresponse.“WhatshallIdo?”

           “Washitoff,”saidDianapractically.

           “Perhapsitwon’twashoff.FirstIdyemyhair;thenIdyemynose.MarillacutmyhairoffwhenIdyeditbutthatremedywouldhardlybepracticableinthiscase.Well,thisisanotherpunishmentforvanityandIsupposeIdeserveit...thoughthere’snotmuchcomfortinTHAT.Itisreallyalmostenoughtomakeonebelieveinill-luck,thoughMrs.Lyndesaysthereisnosuchthing,becauseeverythingisforeordained.”

           FortunatelythedyewashedoffeasilyandAnne,somewhatconsoled,betookherselftotheeastgablewhileDianaranhome.PresentlyAnnecamedownagain,clothedandinherrightmind.Themuslindressshehadfondlyhopedtowearwasbobbingmerrilyaboutonthelineoutside,soshewasforcedtocontentherselfwithherblacklawn.

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