I used to say to them, 'Oh, you POOR little things! If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all around you and little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook not far away and birds singing in you branches, you could grow, couldn't you? But you can't where you are.
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I know just exactly how you feel, little trees.' I felt sorry to leave them behind this morning.
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You do get so attached to things like that, don't you? Is there a brook anywhere near Green Gables? I forgot to ask Mrs. Spencer that."
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"Well now, yes, there's one right below the house."
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It's always been one of my dreams to live near a brook.
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I never expected I would, though.
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Dreams don't often come true, do they? Wouldn't it be nice if they did? But just now I feel pretty nearly perfectly happy.
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I can't feel exactly perfectly happy because-well, what color would you call this?"
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She twitched one of her long glossy braids over her thin shoulder and held it up before Matthew's eyes. Matthew was not used to deciding on the tints of ladies' tresses, but in this case there couldn't be much doubt.
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"It's red, ain't it?" he said.
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The girl let the braid drop back with a sigh that seemed to come from her very toes and to exhale forth all the sorrows of the ages.
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"Yes, it's red," she said resignedly.
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"Now you see why I can't be perfectly happy.
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Nobody could who has red hair.
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I don't mind the other things so much-the freckles and the green eyes and my skinniness.
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I can imagine them away.
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I can imagine that I have a beautiful rose-leaf complexion and lovely starry violet eyes.
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But I CANNOT imagine that red hair away.
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I do my best.
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I think to myself, 'Now my hair is a glorious black, black as the raven's wing.' But all the time I KNOW it is just plain red and it breaks my heart.
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It will be my lifelong sorrow.
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I read of a girl once in a novel who had a lifelong sorrow but it wasn't red hair.
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Her hair was pure gold rippling back from her alabaster brow.
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What is an alabaster brow? I never could find out.
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