‘It was the truth and I believe in telling the truth to everybody.’ ‘But you don’t tell the whole truth,’ objected Anne. ‘You only tell the disagreeable part of the truth. Now, you’ve told me a dozen times that my hair was red, but you’ve never once told me that I had a nice nose.’ ‘I dare say you know it without any telling,’ chuckled Mr Harrison. ‘I know I have red hair too . . . although it’s much darker than it used to be . . . so there’s no need of telling me that either.’
