“Missy,” she began, as abruptly as she had entered, “do you remember the day you first came, and we showed you that group of you all taken when you were quite little?”
Missy nodded in the looking-glass. She was busy with her fringe.
“Well,” continued Arabella, “you said red came out light, talking of your hair. Do you remember that?”
“Red came out light? No, I can't say I do.”
“You must, Missy! You were speaking of your hair in that group———”
Missy flourished a brave bare arm. “Now I see. My poor old carrots! Of course they came out light; they couldn't come out red, could they?”
“No; but I'm told that red comes out black—that's all.”
Missy faced about in a twinkling. Her bare arms went akimbo. She was pale.
“So that's what excited you, eh?” she cried derisively; yet it was only in the moment of speaking that she perceived that Arabella was excited at all.
“I'm not excited, Missy!”