CHAPTER VI
An Unfortunate Gift
Judy acted on impulse. She thrust her own bottle of shampoo into Clarissa’s gloved hand.
“Take it,” she urged the surprised girl. “I don’t know why I bought it in the first place. Irene doesn’t need it. I’m sure she’d never use it. She’d probably think I was out of my mind to buy it for her.”
“Take mine, too. I don’t like the looks of the stuff when it’s spilled. And I’d be afraid to use it after what that druggist said,” declared Flo. “I wish—”
“Wait!” cried Clarissa before Flo could finish. “See what it does to me before you condemn it. I’ll be a glamorous new person because of this shampoo. You just wait and see what happens to me!”
Fear seized Judy. Suddenly she was afraid of what would happen. Already she felt herself in the grip of something she could neither explain nor understand. Was Clarissa in its grip, too? The girl’s mood had changed so suddenly it was alarming. Had the gift of two bottles of shampoo worked the transformation? Judy considered it unlikely.
“You’ve changed already. You don’t need to change the color of your hair,” she began.
“It’s drab.”
“No, it isn’t, Clarissa. I don’t know what makes you keep saying that. It’s just your imagination.”