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 Lavender, and he stroked his raven locks proudly.

He was very dark, and Mrs. Lavender was very fair, and they had often wondered which of them Anne would be like. He used to say "I do hope she will be like you, darling," and she would say, "I would rather she were like you, dearest," and he would say, "Well, well, we shall see." And now she was dark. She was dark, like him; and she was called Anne Lavender Lavender, which was his own idea; and he felt very happy about it all.

And then one day a surprising thing happened. All her dark hair fell off, and she became as fair as fair—just like her Mamma.

"What a pity!" said Mrs. Lavender "I did want her to be like you."

"She's much prettier like you," said Mr.