"No, indeed; I'll take more hair, and that will do it in large, soft waves. Now you'll see how lovely I'll make it look;" and Marion already had the pencil in the gas, and in a moment more was twisting over it a lock of Miss Christine's hair. "Now for the other side; then I'll comb it out, and it will be perfectly stunning!"
"Marion, what an expression!" said Miss Christine, as she sat in momentary expectation of having her hair singed off her head, or her forehead blistered. "I wish you would correct yourself of the habit of using slang words."
"Slang! why, that's not slang!"
"Yes, my dear; I think it is."
"Well, it is certainly a very mild form."
"Mild or not, it is extremely unladylike, and I hope you will get over the habit soon, or it will become fixed upon you."
"Well, I'll try," said Marion, taking a hair-pin out of her mouth; "but it will almost kill me. Stunning, and scrumptious, and jolly, and lots of those things, express so much more than any old, prim, stuck-up words. There! I suppose that's slang too! Well, never mind now, Miss Christine; when I come back after Christmas vacation, I'm going to be 'Miss Piety promoted;' see if I'm not! Now look at yourself."
"Why, Marion, haven't you crimped my hair a little too much?"
"No, indeed!" cried the three girls.
"You look just as sweet as you can look," said Florence; "it's not a bit too much, it's only lovely waves."