Do you think--would you let me ?--would you forgive me ?--It's just this band of hair here, yours waves precisely in the same way.

Would you really allow me--I won't make you untidy ?' And before Miss Poster could resist, Mrs.Burgoyne had put up her deft hands, and in a moment, with a pull here, and the alteration of a hairpin there, she had loosened the girl's black and silky hair, till it showed the beautiful waves above the ear in which it did indeed resemble the marble head with a curious closeness.
'I can put it back in a moment.

But oh--that is so charming! Aunt Pattie!' Miss Manisty looked up from a newspaper which had just arrived.
'My dear!--that was bold of you I But indeed it _is_ charming! I think I would forgive you if I were Miss Foster.
The girl felt herself gently turned towards the mirror that rose behind the Greek head.

With pink cheeks she too looked at herself for a moment.

Then in a shyness beyond speech, she lifted her hands.
'Must you'-- said Mrs.Burgoyne appealingly.