“Which I don’t want. Orilla says they make me look fatter, more babyish, you know.”
“I suppose Orilla has thin hair,” Nancy could not resist saying, for she was already convinced of Orilla’s methods.
“’Tis straightish, rather straggily,” conceded Rosa. “But, you see, Orilla doesn’t have to be pretty, she’s so smart.”
“What is she so smart about?” pressed Nancy.
“Oh, well, ’most everything,” floundered Rosa. “She intends to be a nurse, no, a beauty doctor,” she corrected herself. “That’s why she’s helping me.”
“How’s she doing it?” demanded Nancy, frankly.
“Oh, it’s sort of a secret, but, of course, I’ll tell you later on,” agreed Rosa.
“Does your—does Betty know?”
“Mercy me, no! She’s the very last person on earth to know,” said Rosa tragically. “I’m going to surprise her, and dad. It’s all beautifully planned and I’m just waiting for them to sail, then I’ll sail in.”
“You’re an awful lot like our Ted,” Nancy told Rosa, a compliment unqualified.