Is there a looking glass in that same wonder-box ?" "Two, Lois." "You dear and generous lad!...

And are there hair-pegs?
Heaven knows if my clipped poll will hold them.

Anyway, I can powder and patch, and--oh, Euan! Is there lip-red and curd-lily lotion for the skin?
Not that I shall love you any less if there be none----" "I bespoke of Mr.Hake," said I, laughing, "a full beauty battery, such as I once saw Betty Schuyler show to Walter Butler, having but then received it from New York.

And all I know, Lois, is that it was full of boxes, jars, and flasks, and smelled like a garden in late June.

And if Mr.Hake has not chosen with discretion I shall go South and scalp him!" "Euan, I adore you!" "You adore your battery," said I, not convinced.
"That, too.