I 'm going to braid your hair in two thick braids , and tie them halfway up with big white bows -- no , do n't pull out a single curl over your forehead -- just have the soft part . There is no way you do your hair suits you so well , Anne , and Mrs. Allan says you look like a Madonna when you part it so . I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear . There was just one on my bush , and I saved it for you . '' `` Shall I put my pearl beads on ? '' asked Anne . `` Matthew brought me a string from town last week , and I know he 'd like to see them on me . '' Diana pursed up her lips , put her black head on one side critically , and finally pronounced in favor of the beads , which were thereupon tied around Anne 's slim milk-white throat . `` There 's something so stylish about you , Anne , '' said Diana , with unenvious admiration . `` You hold your head with such an air . I suppose it 's your figure . I am just a dumpling . I 've always been afraid of it , and now I know it is so . Well , I suppose I shall just have to resign myself to it . '' `` But you have such dimples , '' said Anne , smiling affectionately into the pretty , vivacious face so near her own . `` Lovely dimples , like little dents in cream . I have given up all hope of dimples . My dimple-dream will never come true ; but so many of my dreams have that I must n't complain . Am I all ready now ? '' `` All ready , '' assured Diana , as Marilla appeared in the doorway , a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles , but with a much softer face .
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