"I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. But now I know it's ten times worse to have green hair.
Dyed your hair! Anne Shirley, didn't you know it was a wicked thing to do?"
You wouldn't be ANNE if you had golden hair--or hair
of any color but"--
Ojo grasped the hair
with both hands and pulled with all his strength, while Scraps seized the boy around his waist and added her strength to his.
Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting.
and what was there in a simple curl of fair hair
to appall that brutal man, familiar with every form of cruelty?
Cecily put her hair
up in curl-papers that night, thoroughly soaked in Judy Pineau's curling-fluid.
I love to fix people's hair
," exulted Pollyanna, carefully laying down the hand-glass and reaching for a comb.
And when she came to the meadow, she sat down upon a bank there, and let down her waving locks of hair
, which were all of pure silver; and when Curdken saw it glitter in the sun, he ran up, and would have pulled some of the locks out, but she cried:
Did you?' asked Jo, rumpling up her hair
, and making herself comfortable.
Now at the very END of this riot, within four feet of the end of the picture, and full thirty-six feet from the beginning of it, the Hair
Trunk bursts with an electrifying suddenness upon the spectator, in all its matchless perfection, and the great master's triumph is sweeping and complete.
He sat down abruptly, almost cataleptically, drew his head away from the clutch of her hands and out of the entanglement of her hair
, and, his nose thrust upward at an angle of forty-five degrees, he began to quiver and to breathe audibly in rhythm to the rhythm of her singing.
"Is that Fanny's hair
? I remember her promising to give you some.
"Why did you dye that wonderful chestnut hair
?" I asked her presently--and was sorry next minute for the pain that shot across her face, but I just wanted to hint at what I designed not to reveal fully till later on, and thus to hint too that it was not as one of the number of her defilers that I had sought her.
"That's not the way, that's not the way, Sonya!" cried Natasha turning her head and clutching with both hands at her hair
which the maid who was dressing it had not time to release.