"Will you come and curl my hair by-and-by?"
"No, I haven't time."
"What shall I do, then? Babette tears it out by the roots."
"I am not busy," said the Doctor, blandly. "I haven't much experience in curling young ladies' hair, but I am very willing to learn."
"You are very kind," said his sister, "but we can dispense with your services. You might get Eunice, I dare say, Rose; she has nothing else to do."
"Who's Eunice?"
"Your sister's maid; you can ring for her; she understands hair-dressing better than Babette."
Rose ran up stairs. At the front window of the upper hall stood Ogden and Eunice.
Rose nodded familiarly to the valet, and turned to the girl.
"Are you Eunice?"