"I like red pinks better than pink ones; but then, it'll fade, anyhow, before night, so what's the difference!" "But I should think you'd be glad they did fade," laughed Pollyanna, "'cause then you can have the fun of getting some more.

I just love your hair fluffed out like that," she finished with a satisfied gaze.

"Don't you ?" "Hm-m; maybe.

Still--'twon't last, with me tossing back and forth on the pillow as I do." "Of course not--and I'm glad, too," nodded Pollyanna, cheerfully, "because then I can fix it again.

Anyhow, I should think you'd be glad it's black--black shows up so much nicer on a pillow than yellow hair like mine does." "Maybe; but I never did set much store by black hair--shows gray too soon," retorted Mrs.Snow.She spoke fretfully, but she still held the mirror before her face.
"Oh, I love black hair! I should be so glad if I only had it," sighed Pollyanna.
Mrs.Snow dropped the mirror and turned irritably.
"Well, you wouldn't!--not if you were me.