`` Anne Shirley , what have you done to your hair ? Why , it 's GREEN ! '' Green it might be called , if it were any earthly color -- a queer , dull , bronzy green , with streaks here and there of the original red to heighten the ghastly effect . Never in all her life had Marilla seen anything so grotesque as Anne 's hair at that moment . `` Yes , it 's green , '' moaned Anne . `` I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair . But now I know it 's ten times worse to have green hair . Oh , Marilla , you little know how utterly wretched I am . '' `` I little know how you got into this fix , but I mean to find out , '' said Marilla . `` Come right down to the kitchen -- it 's too cold up here -- and tell me just what you 've done . I 've been expecting something queer for some time . You have n't got into any scrape for over two months , and I was sure another one was due . Now , then , what did you do to your hair ? '' `` I dyed it . '' `` Dyed it ! Dyed your hair ! Anne Shirley , did n't you know it was a wicked thing to do ? '' `` Yes , I knew it was a little wicked , '' admitted Anne . `` But I thought it was worth while to be a little wicked to get rid of red hair . I counted the cost , Marilla .
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