I forgot to ask Mrs. Spencer that . '' `` Well now , yes , there 's one right below the house . '' `` Fancy . It 's always been one of my dreams to live near a brook . I never expected I would , though . Dreams do n't often come true , do they ? Would n't it be nice if they did ? But just now I feel pretty nearly perfectly happy . I ca n't feel exactly perfectly happy because -- well , what color would you call this ? '' 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 could n't be much doubt . `` It 's red , ai n't it ? '' he said . 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 . `` Yes , it 's red , '' she said resignedly . `` Now you see why I ca n't be perfectly happy . Nobody could who has red hair . I do n't mind the other things so much -- the freckles and the green eyes and my skinniness . I can imagine them away . I can imagine that I have a beautiful rose-leaf complexion and lovely starry violet eyes .
But I CAN NOT XXXXX that red hair away .
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