“You’d better let me help you, miss,” remarked Barker.
“Oh, very well,” said Esmeralda, contentedly.
Barker brushed her hair, and coiled it into the fashionable coil, eying it with covert admiration.
“What lovely hair you’ve got, miss!” she said.
“Is it?” said Esmeralda, indifferently.
“Oh, yes,” said Barker; “and all your own, too.”
“Why, whose else should it be?” inquired Esmeralda, innocently.
Barker almost let her silver brush fall, and coughed.
“And it’s quite the right shade, too, miss; such a beautiful color.”
“Right shade?” said Esmeralda, puzzled.