But a chignon, a bandbox behind the noddle,--she would not endure.

And then there were other details of feminine gear, which shall not be specified, as to which she was painfully anxious,--almost forgetting in her anxiety that the dress of this young woman whom she was about to see must have ever been regulated by the closest possible economy.
The first thing she saw on entering the room was a dark straw hat, a straw hat with a strong penthouse flap to it, and her heart was immediately softened.
"My dear," she said, "I am glad to see you." Dorothy, who, on her part, was trembling also, whose position was one to justify most intense anxiety, murmured some reply.
"Take off your hat," said the aunt, "and let me give you a kiss." The hat was taken off and the kiss was given.

There was certainly no chignon there.

Dorothy Stanbury was light haired, with almost flaxen ringlets, worn after the old-fashioned way which we used to think so pretty when we were young.

She had very soft grey eyes, which ever seemed to beseech you to do something when they looked at you, and her mouth was a beseeching mouth.