But Cecily was not to be persuaded. Curls she craved and curls she meant to have.
“I’m thankful my warts have all gone, any-way,” said Sara Ray.
“So they have,” exclaimed Felicity. “Did you try Peg’s recipe?”
“Yes. I didn’t believe in it but I tried it. For the first few days afterwards I kept watching my warts, but they didn’t go away, and then I gave up and forgot them. But one day last week I just happened to look at my hands and there wasn’t a wart to be seen. It was the most amazing thing.”
“And yet you’ll say Peg Bowen isn’t a witch,” said Peter.
“Pshaw, it was just the potato juice,” scoffed Dan.
“It was a dry old potato I had, and there wasn’t much juice in it,” said Sara Ray. “One hardly knows what to believe. But one thing is certain—my warts are gone.”
Cecily put her hair up in curl-papers that night, thoroughly soaked in Judy Pineau’s curling-fluid. It was a nasty job, for the fluid was very sticky, but Cecily persevered and got it done. Then she went to bed with a towel tied over her head to protect the pillow. She did not sleep well and had uncanny dreams, but she came down to breakfast with an expression of triumph. The Story Girl examined her head critically and said,
“Cecily, if I were you I’d take those papers out this morning.”
“Oh, no; if I do my hair will be straight again by night. I mean to leave them in till the last minute.”