“I don't want to hear anything about gems,” said she. “They are good enough, I guess. I always could make gems, but what I want to know is if you have gone clean daft.”
“I don't think so,” replied Maria, laughing.
But Aunt Maria continued to stare at her with an expression of almost horror.
“What under the sun have you got your hair done up that way for?” said she.
Maria repeated what she had told Evelyn.
“Stuff!” said Aunt Maria. “It will make the hair grow farther back straining it off your forehead that way, I can tell you that. You don't use common-sense, and as for your headache, I guess the hair didn't make it ache. It's the first I've heard of it. You look like a fright, I can tell you that.”
“Well, I can't help it,” said Maria. “I shall have to behave well to make up.”
“Maria Edgham, you don't mean to say you are going to school looking as you do now!”
Maria laughed, and buttered a gem.
“You look old enough to be your own grandmother. You have spoiled your looks.”