"Mother, may I wear my hair as it is now ?" she asked.
"Let me take a good look," said Katharine Comstock.
Heaven only knows what she saw.

To Wesley and to Margaret the bright young face of Elnora, with its pink tints, its heavy dark brows, its bright blue-gray eyes, and its frame of curling reddish-brown hair was the sweetest sight on earth, and at that instant Elnora was radiant.
"So long as it's your own hair, and combed back as plain as it will go, I don't suppose it cuts much ice whether it's tied a little tighter or looser," conceded Mrs.Comstock.

"If you stop right there, you may let it go at that." Elnora set the hat on her head.

It was only a wide tan straw with three exquisite peacock quills at one side.

Margaret Sinton cried out, Wesley slapped his knee and sighed deeply while Mrs.Comstock stood speechless for a second.
"I wish you had asked the price before you put that on," she said impatiently.