"
As she spoke Roberta pushed into place the last hairpin in the close and
trim arrangement of her dark hair, briefly surveyed the result with a
hand-glass, and rose from her dressing-table. Ruth, at a considerably
earlier stage of her dressing, regarded her sister's head with interest.
"I can always tell the difference between a school day and another day,
just by looking at your hair," she observed, sagely.
"How, Miss Big Eyes, if you please?"
"You never leave a curl sticking out, on school days. They sometimes
work out before night, but that's not your fault. You look like one of
Jane Austen's heroines, now."
Roberta laughed a laugh of derision. "Miss Austen's heroines undoubtedly
had ringlets hanging in profusion on either side of their oval faces."
"Yes, but I mean every hair of theirs was in order, and so are yours."
"Thank you. Only so can I command respect when I lecture my girls on
their frenzied coiffures. Oh, but I'm thankful I can live at home and
don't have to spend the nights with them! Some of them are dears, but to
be responsible for them day and night would harrow my soul. Hook me up,
will you, Rufus, please?"
"You look just like a smooth feathered bluebird in this," commented
Ruth, as she obediently fastened the severely simple school dress of
dark blue, relieved only by its daintily fresh collar and cuffs of
embroidered white lawn.
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