"Funny?" flamed Daphne. Flushing, paling, flushing again—a dozen conflicting emotions seemed surging through her brain. 229 "Richard?" she questioned. "Have you ever lost anything?"
"I've lost both my parents," said Richard, "and three sisters— and I don't remember any of them."
"Haven't you anything left?" asked Daphne.
"I've got one brother," said Richard. "The crippled brother, you know? And my horse, Brainstorm."
"Do you love them?" questioned Daphne.
"I love Brainstorm," said Richard.
"I've had trouble, too," sighed Daphne. "I've lost my father and my hair."
"Someone seems to have found your father," laughed Richard in spite of himself. "But whatever in the world have you done with your hair?"
"That's just it, Richard," said Daphne. "Will you look in the top bureau drawer?"
Flushing forty colors Richard opened the top bureau drawer. He was handsome enough when he wasn't embarrassed. But under embarrassment he glowed like stained glass with a light behind 230 it. "There are ribbons here," he pawed. "And—and things! But no hair!"