To her mind, Mrs.Jerry was beautiful and perfect, even in her shapeless brown dress that was always clean.

Teresita herself would never have worn that dress at all, yet it did not occur to her that Mrs.
Jerry might have some very feminine quality of pride crowded down into some corner of her sweet nature.

So Teresita was mightily offended at what she considered a slight from the only gringo woman she had ever known; and she was also bitterly disappointed over the abandonment of the new coiffure.
"Why don't you wear it just the way it is, honey ?" Mrs.Jerry had suggested--and very sensibly, too.

"I wouldn't go and twist it all up and stick pins through it, if I was you.

It's prettier just that way." Teresita had understood enough of that, thanks to the teachings of her blue-eyed one, to know that the pretty senora did not mean to keep her promise.