I'll Be Glad When the Auction Is Over, Said Marilla Cuthber

The shot told for Mr. Harrison was really sensitive about his bald hat. His anger choked him up again, and he could only glare speechlessly at Anne. Her recovered her temper and followed up her advantage. Something at the moment was red besides Anne's hair, which had always been a tender point with her. I'd rather have red hair than none at all, except a little fringe round my ear, she flashed.