"Sure," cried Patricia, "What else would I want cut off? Certainly not my nose."
"Alla right," said Tony, but he thought it strange, and wondered if the little girl's mother would appear at any moment, angry, and vengeful.
Patricia's temper had been gradually cooling, and now, as she saw the long locks that Tony had clipped, she was desperately sorry that she had come. It was half done, however, so she could not "back out." One does not care to appear with the right side of one's head with short hair, and the left side with hair half-way toward one's girdle!
Patricia sighed, and allowed him to continue. What else could she do? She had been proud of her hair, but when she saw herself in the mirror, her vanity came to her aid.
She had given up her fine head of hair, but look! Here was another chance to make a sensation. Not a girl at school had her hair "bobbed."
"Probably they'll tell me that only very little girls have their hair like this, but I don't care. They'll be surprised, and it's the only way I can go without ribbons, and I said I'd wear big bows or nothing."
Of course the pupils stared when Patricia appeared in the class-room, and that delighted her.
"I guess my Dutch cut made more show than my ribbons would have," she whispered.
Making a show was about all that Patricia cared for, the only other thing that she appeared to think worth while was meddling in other people's affairs.