“‘I have been taking lessons of the Professor, and have produced this hair by concentration,’ said she. ‘It is a creation of the new thought and so wonderful I could almost forgive one for not believing me.’
“‘A gem of thought––a hair poem!’ I could not help exclaiming. ‘Did it come all at once, in a flood of inspiration, or hair by hair?’
“‘All at once,’ she answered.
“I charged it and went on as if nothing great had happened.
“‘Considered as a work of the imagination, it is wonderful, and should rank with the best of Shakespeare’s,’ I assured her. ‘But it will subject you to unsuspected perils, for your footstool will be the shrine 49 of the hairless and you shall see the top of every bald head in America.’
“Another lady sprang to her assistance by telling how she had extracted a pearl necklace from an unwilling husband who had said that he couldn’t afford it, by concentration. The new thought had fetched him.
“The noble unselfishness with which they had used this miraculous gift of the spirit appealed to Harry and to me.
“In that brilliant company was a slim woman of the armored cruiser type, who had come to Betsey one day and said:
“‘You’re spoiling your husband. You make too much of him. You don’t seem to know how to manage a husband, and the husbands of Pointview are being ruined by your example. They expect too much of us. We women have got to stand together. Don’t you read the Female Gazette?’
“‘No––I have been waiting till I could get a rubber-plant and other accessories,’ said Betsey.