"Everything goes wrong to-day," she murmured.

"Well, school will civilize that young barbarian, and she must have longer skirts." This was a sore subject and Leila had been vainly rebellious.
Meanwhile the flying girl overtook John, who had things to think about and wished to be alone.

"Well," he said, with some impatience, "what is it ?" "Oh, I just wanted a walk, and don't be cross, John." He looked at her, and perhaps for the first time had the male perception of the beauty of the disordered hair, the pleading look of the blue eyes, and the brilliant colour of the eager flushed face.

It was the hair--the wonderful hair.

She threw it back as she stood.