"There! who would ever suppose she had as much hair as that? Just look at it, girls; isn't it lovely?"
"Perfectly lovely!" cried Florence. "Why, Miss Christine, you don't make any show of it at all."
"I braid it up as tight as possible, and don't care for anything but to have it stay firm and smooth."
"Now, Miss Christine," said Marion, in a tone which seemed to imply that she expected opposition, but meant to conquer it, "I'm going to crimp the front."
"My dear child, are you crazy? Why, I should not think of doing such a thing!"
"Of course you wouldn't, because you don't know how; but I'll do it now, and teach you some other time."
"Yes, yes," put in both Florence and Mattie; "your hair will be lovely crimped, and so becoming; do let her!"
"But I am afraid you'll make me look ridiculous, Marion," said Miss Christine, in a deprecating tone; "and perhaps you will burn it."
"Indeed I won't; your hair shan't suffer the way poor Meg's did in 'Little Women,' for I'll do it over a hot slate-pencil, and that never burnt mine."
"You don't mean to say you want to friz my hair up the way yours is!"