`` I must be getting old , Gilbert . '' Mrs. Blythe laughed a trifle ruefully . `` People are beginning to tell me I look so young . They never tell you that when you are young . But I shall not worry over my silver thread . I never liked red hair . Gilbert , did I ever tell you of that time , years ago at Green Gables , when I dyed my hair ? Nobody but Marilla and I knew about it . '' `` Was that the reason you came out once with your hair shingled to the bone ? '' `` Yes . I bought a bottle of dye from a German Jew pedlar . I fondly expected it would turn my hair black -- and it turned it green . So it had to be cut off . '' `` You had a narrow escape , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' exclaimed Susan . `` Of course you were too young then to know what a German was . It was a special mercy of Providence that it was only green dye and not poison . '' `` It seems hundreds of years since those Green Gables days , '' sighed Mrs. Blythe . `` They belonged to another world altogether . Life has been cut in two by the chasm of war . What is ahead I do n't know -- but it ca n't be a bit like the past .
I wonder if those XXXXX us who have lived half our lives in the old world will ever feel wholly at home in the new . ''
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