"Your hair is very pretty, a bright blond, very pleasant to the eye; only Justine waves it a little too tight; it curls naturally.

She dresses your hair too high; it would be more becoming to you if she pushed it back from your temples a little than to wave it as much as she does.

Come a little nearer to me." Aline knelt before Madame de Bergenheim's bed, and the latter, adding a practical lesson to verbal advice, began to modify the maid's work to suit her own taste.
"It curls like a little mane," said the young girl, as she saw the trouble her sister-in-law had in succeeding; "it was my great trouble at the Sacred Heart.

The sisters wished us to wear our hair plain, and I always had a terrible time to keep it in place.

However, blond hair looks ugly when too plainly dressed, and Monsieur de Gerfaut said yesterday that it was the shade he liked best." "Monsieur de Gerfaut told you he liked blond hair best!" "Take care; you are pulling my hair! Yes, blond hair and blue eyes.