Fred was the apple of her eye . She was seventy-five years of age and had not a grey hair in her head , they tell me . '' `` By the way , that reminds me -- I found a grey hair this morning -- my very first , '' said Mrs. Blythe . `` I have noticed that grey hair for some time , Mrs. Dr. dear , but I did not speak of it . Thought I to myself , ` She has enough to bear . ' But now that you have discovered it let me remind you that grey hairs are honourable . '' `` 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 .
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