Oh, I could endure anything if I only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up.
It would be so much easier to be good if one’s hair was a handsome auburn, don’t you think?
Do you suppose my hair will really be a handsome auburn when I grow up?
It can’t be denied your hair is terrible red; but I knew a girl once—went to school with her, in fact—whose hair was every mite as red as yours when she was young, but when she grew up it darkened to a real handsome auburn.
Do you think it could be called auburn now, Diana?
My freckles are really gone; and people are nice enough to tell me my hair is auburn now—all but Josie Pye.