Oh, please don't brush my hair away." "Cornelli," the mother went on calmly, "the ladies told you they saw little horns on your forehead, that got bigger every time you wrinkled up your brow.

You are afraid that this is really so and that it is getting worse.

You understood it in a way they did not mean.

They only wanted to tell you that when you frowned you looked as if you had horns on your forehead, and they said it to keep you from frowning.

They meant well by you, but you misunderstood them.