You just mustn't mind me, that's what.

It can't be denied your hair is terrible red; but I knew a girl once--went to school with her, in fact--whose hair was every mite as red as yours when she was young, but when she grew up it darkened to a real handsome auburn.

I wouldn't be a mite surprised if yours did, too--not a mite." "Oh, Mrs.Lynde!" Anne drew a long breath as she rose to her feet.

"You have given me a hope.

I shall always feel that you are a benefactor.