With a dismal sigh she went for the scissors . `` Please cut it off at once , Marilla , and have it over . Oh , I feel that my heart is broken . This is such an unromantic affliction . The girls in books lose their hair in fevers or sell it to get money for some good deed , and I 'm sure I would n't mind losing my hair in some such fashion half so much . But there is nothing comforting in having your hair cut off because you 've dyed it a dreadful color , is there ? I 'm going to weep all the time you 're cutting it off , if it wo n't interfere . It seems such a tragic thing . '' Anne wept then , but later on , when she went upstairs and looked in the glass , she was calm with despair . Marilla had done her work thoroughly and it had been necessary to shingle the hair as closely as possible . The result was not becoming , to state the case as mildly as may be . Anne promptly turned her glass to the wall . `` I 'll never , never look at myself again until my hair grows , '' she exclaimed passionately . Then she suddenly righted the glass . `` Yes , I will , too . I 'd do penance for being wicked that way . I 'll look at myself every time I come to my room and see how ugly I am . And I wo n't try to imagine it away , either . I never thought I was vain about my hair , of all things , but now I know I was , in spite of its being red , because it was so long and thick and curly . I expect something will happen to my nose next . ''
Anne 's clipped head made a sensation in school on the following Monday , but to her relief nobody guessed the real reason for it , not even Josie Pye , who , however , did not fail to inform XXXXX that she looked like a perfect scarecrow .
Anne Marilla affliction color fevers hair heart scissors shingle sigh