Polly thought a moment.
"You'll have to lie down—flat on your back—no, you go over on the bed, Miss Castlevaine, and I'll tell you how to do it."
"Don't get up, Mis' Albright!" cried Miss Crilly. "I can learn how here just as well!" She lay back, her eyes on Polly.
"I'll put this pillow right under your shoulders—so. Now throw your head—"
A sharp rap halted the sentence. Mrs. Albright sat up. The door was flung open before Polly reached it.
"Ladies! what does this mean?" Miss Sniffen stood there, resolute and merciless.
Nobody answered.
Miss Twining and Miss Lily began hurriedly to gather up their disheveled hair. Miss Castlevaine arose haughtily. Polly's tongue was quickest to recover itself.
"I was only teaching the ladies some exercises to make them strong.
We are not doing any harm, Miss Sniffen."
"I infer that it makes them stronger to pull their hair down." The tone was smoothly sarcastic.