"It will be a little hard at first," continued Joan, "but afterwards you will be glad that you have done it.
It is a duty you owe to your position as the wife of a great leader of the people." The firelight showed to Joan a comically frightened face, with round, staring eyes and an open mouth.
"What is it you want me to do ?" she faltered "I want you to be just yourself," said Joan; "a kind, good woman of the people, who will win their respect, and set them an example." She moved across and seating herself on the arm of Mrs.Phillips's chair, touched lightly with her hand the flaxen hair and the rouged cheek.

"I want you to get rid of all this," she whispered.

"It isn't worthy of you.

Leave it to the silly dolls and the bad women." There was a long silence.

Joan felt the tears trickling between her fingers.
"You haven't seen me," came at last in a thin, broken voice.
Joan bent down and kissed her.