"No," he returned, thoughtfully, "I don't believe there is any more like it, either. Your wish to be first in something is surely gratified, for there never was such hair as yours and never will be again."
Red Hair and Auburn
"Mother's was like it."
He shook his head. "No, it wasn't. I never saw your mother, but I know better than that."
"Ask your mother. There she is now."
Madame appeared at the head of the stairs, on the way to her room, to dress for luncheon. She paused to smile at the two who sat on the window-seat, then would have gone straight on had not Edith called to her.
"Mrs. Marsh! Isn't my hair exactly like my mother's?"
Madame came to her, turned the shining head a little more toward the sun, and patted the fluffiness caressingly. "No," she said, "though your mother had glorious hair, it was nothing like this. Hers was auburn and smooth, yours is reddish-gold—almost copper-coloured—and fluffy. Besides, you must have nearly twice as much of it."
"There," said Alden, "I told you so."
"But," persisted Edith, "if it's really copper-coloured, it's common. Look at the lady on the copper cent, for instance."