"I don't believe they'd make my face round," laughed Miss
Leatherland.
"Yes, they would! Wouldn't they, Miss Nita?"
"I can't swear to it, as Polly does; but this I do know—it plumps and pinks them for a little while. Polly says her aunt told her that after enough practice the plumpness would stay."
"Oh, what is it?" queried Miss Mullaly eagerly.
"I'll try it on Miss Leatherland if she'll let me," offered Polly.
"It will be more of a test on her, because she is thinnest."
"Certainly you may, but I can't quite believe it will do what you say it will."
"Just you wait'" chuckled Polly. "First you must smile, a big, big smile! Not quite hard enough!—Yes, that's better! Now, while I press my hands against your cheeks and massage them this way, you must open and shut your mouth—no, wider than that!—a little wider—just as wide as you can! Keep on smiling all the time!
"There! now I'll let you look in the glass—see how your cheeks have plumped out! Oh, but you lock pretty!"
"Doesn't she!" Miss Crilly jumped up, the better to see. "Look! everybody! My, how pretty!"
"'Pretty!'" scorned Miss Leatherland. Yet the pink rose higher.