Discovering that Anne has not readied tea for Matthew, Marilla is in a state of much irritation, thinking Anne disobedient. To her dismay, Marilla finds Anne in the east gable, face buried deep into her pillows. Rising, at Marilla's insistence, Anne's source of despair is ever apparent in the green tint of her hair. Looking affright, Anne explains a peddler was by that afternoon and promised the dye he sold would turn her a raven black. Learning of the peddler's plight to bring his wife and children from Germany, Anne was moved to buy the black dye with her chicken money. After a week, it is decided that the locks must be shorn, a most unromantic circumstance for one to lose her hair, in Anne's estimation. Anne quickly comes to terms.....
