It might never be made again.
"Oh thank you!" said the girl, and sitting down she held out the ribbon.
Her mother stood back and looked at her critically.
"You haven't got that like Mag Sinton had it last night," she announced.
"You little idiot! You've tried to plaster it down to suit me, and you missed it.

I liked it away better as Mag fixed it, after I saw it.

You didn't look so peeled." "Oh mother, mother!" laughed Elnora, with a half sob in her voice.
"Hold still, will you ?" cried Mrs.Comstock.

"You'll be late, and I haven't packed your dinner yet." She untied the string and shook out the hair.

It rose with electricity and clung to her fingers and hands.