Alan Alexander Milne

“ 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. Lavender gallantly, though secretly he was a little hurt.
But he soon got over it. By the time Anne was one and a bit, he had decided that the only color for very small fat girls was fair. He used to gaze at her sometimes, and say to himself, "I shan't let her marry that fellow Winks now, she's much too good for him. She's lovely—and just like her Mother." ”

“ So it was most important that David should never, never catch cold, because a girl with carrotty hair was just Poor Anne, but a boy with carrotty hair was Oh-poor-David. And her Father would be so miserable that he wouldn't ever write to the papers again, and it would be all her fault.
So she did all she possibly could to keep David's hair the right color, and she did it so well that one day Mr. Lavender said:
"Poor Anne. She won't be beautiful, but she'll be very useful, and I think I shall let her marry the Winks fellow after all." ”