She laughed lazily.
"Braids or curls ?" she insisted.

"And please, sir, I won't do so no more, honest." Robert Grant Burns looked at her from under his eyebrows and made a sound between his grunt of indignation and his chuckle of amusement.
"Sure you won't ?" he queried shortly.

"Stay the way you are, if you want to; chances are you won't go to work right away, anyhow." Jean flashed him a glance of inquiry.

Did that mean that she had at last gone beyond the limit?
Was Robert Grant Burns going to FIRE her?
She looked at Gil, who was sauntering off with the perfectly apparent expectation that she would follow him; and Mrs.Gay, who was regarding her with a certain melancholy conviction that Jean's time as leading woman was short indeed.

She pursed her lips with a rueful resignation, and followed Gil to the spring behind the house.
"Say, you mustn't hand out things like that, Jean!" he protested, when they were quite out of sight and hearing of the others.