She felt very down-hearted; her hair was of that order which, glossy and smooth normally, is dry and harsh and lustreless for several days after being shampooed.
"I'll look like a fright tonight," said the poor child to me with trembling voice.

"The ends will be sticking out all over my head." "Sara Ray is a perfect idiot," I said wrathfully "Oh, don't be hard on poor Sara.

She didn't mean to bring me mucilage.
It's really all my own fault, I know.

I made a solemn vow when Peter was dying that I would never curl my hair again, and I should have kept it.
It isn't right to break solemn vows.

But my hair will look like dried hay tonight." Poor Sara Ray was quite overwhelmed when she came up and found what she had done.