"What's the matter?" asked Marjorie faintly.
"Matter!" stormed Grant. "Look at my head and see for yourself. You said you could cut my hair all right, and you've just spoiled it all. I won't pay you one cent. It'll take weeks and weeks for it to get back again."
"It looks all right," said Marjorie stubbornly; "and you've got to pay me. You said you would, and you never lie. The time I spent on it is worth more than ten cents, anyway."
"I sha'n't pay you," retorted Grant doggedly.
"You shall!"
"I won't!"
"Then I'll tell Allie and Charlie, and all the rest, that you're stingy and a great big cheat."
"Tell away if you're mean enough."
"And I'll tell Mrs. Pennypoker; and she'll send you to bed without your supper, for stealing her money."
"Didn't steal it!"