"Tennis is not so very exhausting--is it, Mrs.Bethune ?" "I don't know, I'm sure.

It seems to have exhausted your hair, at all events," says Mrs.Bethune, with her quick smile.

"I think you had better go upstairs and settle it; it is very untidy." "Is it?
Is it ?" says Tita.
She runs her little fingers through her pretty short locks, and gazes round.

Her eyes meet Margaret's.
"No, no," says the latter, laughing.

"It looks like the hair of a little girl.