Lawful heart, did any one ever see such freckles?
And hair as red as carrots! Come here, child, I say." Anne "came there," but not exactly as Mrs.Rachel expected.

With one bound she crossed the kitchen floor and stood before Mrs.Rachel, her face scarlet with anger, her lips quivering, and her whole slender form trembling from head to foot.
"I hate you," she cried in a choked voice, stamping her foot on the floor.

"I hate you--I hate you--I hate you--" a louder stamp with each assertion of hatred.

"How dare you call me skinny and ugly?
How dare you say I'm freckled and redheaded?
You are a rude, impolite, unfeeling woman!" "Anne!" exclaimed Marilla in consternation.
But Anne continued to face Mrs.Rachel undauntedly, head up, eyes blazing, hands clenched, passionate indignation exhaling from her like an atmosphere.
"How dare you say such things about me ?" she repeated vehemently.

"How would you like to have such things said about you?
How would you like to be told that you are fat and clumsy and probably hadn't a spark of imagination in you?
I don't care if I do hurt your feelings by saying so! I hope I hurt them.