We'll bleach him out, and his curls will grow, and he'll be as good as ever--all but--" Ben could not finish, and a general wail went up for the departed tassel that would never wave proudly in the breeze again.
"I'll buy him a new one.

Now form the procession and let us go in style," said Thorny, cheerily, as he swung Betty to his shoulder and marched away whistling "Hail! the conquering hero comes," while Ben and his Bow-wow followed arm-in-arm, and Bab brought up the rear, banging on a milk-pan with the egg-beater..