She did not sleep well and had uncanny dreams, but she came down to breakfast with an expression of triumph.

The Story Girl examined her head critically and said, "Cecily, if I were you I'd take those papers out this morning." "Oh, no; if I do my hair will be straight again by night.

I mean to leave them in till the last minute." "I wouldn't do that--I really wouldn't," persisted the Story Girl.

"If you do your hair will be too curly and all bushy and fuzzy." Cecily finally yielded and went upstairs with the Story Girl.

Presently we heard a little shriek--then two little shrieks--then three.