“I think I must have looked a perfect fright before,” said Regina in a burst of confidence.
“Well, compared with what you do now, you certainly did. It was a sin to see all that lovely hair wasted and made nothing of. By the way, about your combs—I have put you in my ordinary combs; would you like to have a proper set?”
“Oh yes,” said Regina, “I will have everything that is necessary,” for, as I have already explained, money was not a matter of paramount importance to her.
“I have put in ordinary imitation tortoise-shell combs just to try. Take the glass, if you please, and look at yourself all round. See, I will turn on the light. Do you like the shape of the head? You see the combs improve it. I should advise you to have real tortoise-shell; it is better for the hair, and more in accordance with your age and position than little cheap ones.”
“Oh yes, I will have good combs.”
Madame Florence touched a bell and immediately there came into the room a young girl of intelligent aspect and stylish exterior.
“Miss Margaret,” said Madame Florence, “will you get me the good combs?”
“In sets?” said Miss Margaret.
“Yes, like these, only real.”