Well now, for the coat and skirt,'-- she checked them off on her slim fingers--'for the afternoon gown, and one evening dress, I think I see my way--' 'Enough for one morning isn't it ?' said Lucy half laughing, half imploring.
'Yes,'-- said Mrs.Burgoyne absently, her mind already full of further developments.
The gowns were carried away, and Aunt Pattie's maid departed.

Then as Lucy in her white cotton wrapper was retiring to her own room, Mrs.Burgoyne caught her by the arm.
'You remember,'-- she said appealingly,--'how rude I was that evening you came--how I just altered your hair?
You don't know how I long to do it properly! You know I shall have a little trouble with these dresses--trouble I like--but still I shall pretend it's trouble, that you may pay me for it.

Pay me by letting me experiment! I just long to take all your hair down, and do it as it ought to be done.

And you don't know how clever I am.

_Let_ me!' And already, before the shamefaced girl could reply, she was gently pushed into the chair before Mrs.Burgoyne's dressing-table, and a pair of skilled hands went to work.
'I can't say you look as though you enjoyed it,' said Mrs.Burgoyne by the time she had covered the girl's shoulders with the long silky veil which she had released from the stiff plaits confining it.