`` It 's ... it 's ... your nose , Anne . '' `` My nose ? Oh , Diana , surely nothing has gone wrong with it ! '' Anne rushed to the little looking glass over the sink . One glance revealed the fatal truth . Her nose was a brilliant scarlet ! Anne sat down on the sofa , her dauntless spirit subdued at last . `` What is the matter with it ? '' asked Diana , curiosity overcoming delicacy . `` I thought I was rubbing my freckle lotion on it , but I must have used that red dye Marilla has for marking the pattern on her rugs , '' was the despairing response . `` What shall I do ? '' `` Wash it off , '' said Diana practically . `` Perhaps it wo n't wash off . First I dye my hair ; then I dye my nose . Marilla cut my hair off when I dyed it but that remedy would hardly be practicable in this case . Well , this is another punishment for vanity and I suppose I deserve it ... though there 's not much comfort in THAT . It is really almost enough to make one believe in ill-luck , though Mrs. Lynde says there is no such thing , because everything is foreordained . '' Fortunately the dye washed off easily and Anne , somewhat consoled , betook herself to the east gable while Diana ran home . Presently Anne came down again , clothed and in her right mind . The muslin dress she had fondly hoped to wear was bobbing merrily about on the line outside , so she was forced to content herself with her black lawn .
She had the fire on and the tea steeping when XXXXX returned ; the latter wore HER muslin , at least , and carried a covered platter in her hand .
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