Mrs. Charlotte E. Morgan ... and a New York millionaire 's wife ... and here I am like THIS ... and NOT A THING IN THE HOUSE FOR DINNER BUT A COLD HAM BONE , Diana ! '' By this time Anne had become aware that Diana was staring at her in precisely the same bewildered fashion as Priscilla had done . It was really too much . `` Oh , Diana , do n't look at me so , '' she implored . `` YOU , at least , must know that the neatest person in the world could n't empty feathers from one tick into another and remain neat in the process . '' `` It ... it ... is n't the feathers , '' hesitated Diana . `` 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 .
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