Do you think that I ought to touch up my hair, Marion?
Of course, I don't mind it turning, so much--but you know appearance counts _everything_ with an audience until one begins to speak.

Fred says to leave it alone--" "Well, you do it." Miss Rose leaned over the chair with a handful of hairpins to place in the little box on the dressing shelf, and spoke confidentially in the ear of her patron.

"It's not my business to knock the trade, Kate--but honestly, that sign up there, that says 'Hair Dyed at Your Own Risk' ought to say, 'to your own sorrow.' If you start, you've got to keep it up or it looks simply frightful.

And if you keep it up it just ruins your hair.

You have such _nice_ hair, Kate!" She picked up a sterilized brush and began stroking Kate's hair soothingly.