You have such lovely black hair . '' `` But it is n't curly , '' said Maggie forlornly . `` And the matron wo n't let me put it up in curl papers at night . I just wish I was Lizzie . '' Charlotte shook her head . `` I do n't . I 'd love to be adopted , but I would n't really like to be anybody but myself , even if I am homely . It 's better to be yourself with mousy hair and freckles than somebody else who is ever so beautiful . But I do envy Lizzie , though the matron says it is wicked to envy anyone . '' Envy of the fortunate Lizzie did not long possess Charlotte 's mind , however , for that very day a wonderful thing happened at noon hour by the northwest gap . Charlotte had always been very careful not to let the Pretty Lady see her , but today , after the Pretty Lady had gone past , Charlotte leaned out of the gap to watch her as far as she could . And just at that very moment the Pretty Lady looked back ; and there , peering at her from the asylum fence , was a little scrap of a girl , with mouse-coloured hair and big freckles , and the sweetest , brightest , most winsome little face the Pretty Lady had ever seen . The Pretty Lady smiled right down at Charlotte and for just a moment her eyes looked as Charlotte had always known they ought to look . Charlotte was feeling rather frightened down in her heart but she smiled bravely back . `` Are you thinking of running away ? '' said the Pretty Lady , and , oh , what a sweet voice she had -- sweet and tender , just like a mother 's voice ought to be ! `` No , '' said Charlotte , shaking her head gravely . `` I should like to run away but it would be of no use , because there is no place to run to . '' `` Why would you like to run away ? '' asked the Pretty Lady , still smiling .
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