"Anyway, she hasn't any dewlap yet. When it comes it will be an awful one. I can't imagine her in that exercise you tried on me."
"Are you going to do it every day?"
"I would if I had any faith in it." Miss Sterling sighed—with a wrinkled forehead.
"Oh, you mustn't pucker in wrinkles if I'm going to rub them out!" Polly smoothed the offending lines. "Now I'll run over home and get yon that book Aunt Susie gave to mother. It tells all about everything, and it will make you have faith. It did mother."
"She doesn't need it."
"No; but Aunt Susie said she'd better begin pretty soon, for it was easier to cure wrinkles before they came."
"Yes, I guess it is," Miss Sterling laughed, "and dewlaps too!"
CHAPTER II
IN MISS MAJOR'S ROOM
When Russell Holiday and his wife named their only child June, they planned to make her life one long summer holiday. For eighteen years success went hand in hand with their desire; then an unfortunate marriage plunged the joyous girl into bleak November. She grew to hate her happy name. But with the passing of the man she called husband much of the bitterness vanished, and she began to plan for others.