"How funny! Your face is made for it."
Sue brushed the soft fly-away hair, coiling it low over the ears and twisting it into a becoming knot on the neck.
Annabel clapped her hands with delight.
"Didn't I tell you?" she said. "Here, take this mirror. Isn't it splendid? Why, it makes you look all of twenty. You could go to a Harvard dance and get your program filled in two minutes with your hair like that!"
Blue Bonnet took the mirror and looked at herself from all angles.
"BLUE BONNET TOOK THE MIRROR AND LOOKED AT HERSELF FROM ALL ANGLES."
"It is rather nice," she said, and a rosy flush stole into her cheeks. "But Aunt Lucinda would never stand for it. I know she wouldn't!"
"Change it when you go home then. But you are too old for hair-ribbons—really you are. Isn't she, Sue?"