Mrs. Scattergood came along the flagstone walk in season to hear this.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she sniffed. "All very fine, I dessay. Fine feathers make fine birds, I've heard."
"And do ugly feathers make ugly birds?" asked Lottie wonderingly.
"Never you mind! never you mind!" said the tart old woman, going up the store steps. "Your nose will soon be out o' joint, young lady."
Lottie felt her pretty nose and looked at Janice seriously.
"Do—do you s'pose it will?" she queried.
"Do I suppose what will?" the older girl asked, preparing to start the car.
"My nose."
"What about your nose?"
"Will it be put out of joint? It doesn't feel so."