The Bird Woman set one on the front of the draped yoke, one on each shoulder and the last among the bright masses of brown hair.

Then she turned the girl facing the tall mirror.
"Oh!" panted Elnora.

"You are a genius! Why, I will look as well as any of them." "Thank goodness for that!" cried the Bird Woman.

"If it wouldn't do, I should have been ill.

You are lovely; altogether lovely! Ordinarily I shouldn't say that; but when I think of how you are carpentered, I'm admiring the result." The organ began rolling out the march as they came in sight.