She also observed that the girl's hair, though drawn uncompromisingly back from her forehead, showed a decided tendency to curl.

With her usual impulsiveness she exclaimed, "Oh, you have naturally curly hair, haven't you?
It's such a pretty shade of brown.

Do let me do it for you.

It's a pity not to make the most of it." The girl regarded her with grave surprise.

"Are you making fun of me ?" she asked seriously.
"'Making fun of you,'" repeated Grace.