I wanted `` Jack . '' `` Dr. Willoughby '' seemed too distinguished and far away . I suppose he found a change in me , too . I had put on long skirts and wore my hair up . I had also found out that I had a complexion , and that sunburn was not becoming . I honestly thought I looked pretty , but Jack surveyed me with decided disapprobation . `` What have you done to yourself ? You do n't look like the same girl . I 'd never know you in that rig-out , with all those flippery-trippery curls all over your head . Why do n't you comb your hair straight back , and let it hang in a braided tail , like you used to ? '' This did n't suit me at all . When I expect a compliment and get something quite different I always get snippy . So I said , with what I intended to be crushing dignity , `` that I supposed I was n't the same girl ; I had grown up , and if he did n't like my curls he need n't look at them . For my part , I thought them infinitely preferable to that horrid , conceited-looking moustache he had grown . '' `` I 'll shave it off if it does n't suit you , '' said Jack amiably . Jack is always so provokingly good-humoured . When you 've taken pains and put yourself out -- even to the extent of fibbing about a moustache -- to exasperate a person , there is nothing more annoying than to have him keep perfectly angelic . But after a while Jack and I adjusted ourselves to the change in each other and became very good friends again . It was quite a different friendship from the old , but it was very pleasant . Yes , it was ; I will admit that much .
I was provoked at Jack 's determination XXXXX settle down for life in Valleyfield , a horrible , humdrum , little country village .
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