"You look so--so _different_!" There was such a puzzled expression in his sharp gray eyes that the Little Colonel laughed.

Then her hand flew up to her head.
"Don't you see?
I've had my hair cut.

I had to beg and beg befo' mothah and papa Jack would let me have it done; but it was so long,--away below my waist,--and _such_ a bothah.

It had to be brushed and plaited a dozen times a day." "I don't like it that way.

It isn't a bit becoming," said Rob, with the frankness of old comradeship.