"Oh, Miss Linda," was the aghast response. "I ain't got time. I couldn't! You don't know my hair. It acts as ugly as sin; jest as if it knew it was botherin' the life out of me. I have to git the children off to school—"
"Not now."
"Well, not now; but Miss Barry wants me the middle o' May, and I have to git over early—"
"Yes, but it's July now."
Blanche Aurora ceased protesting and winced.
"Oh, did I pull? I'll be careful."
"Pull it good if you want to. Good enough for it."
"You must like your pretty hair," said Linda.
"Pretty!" uttered Blanche Aurora.
Of all the surprising things that had happened to her, that adjective was perhaps the most surprising.