I don't see how such long hair can stay there without blowing off.

What on earth did you paste it on with ?" "With glue," replied Cornelli.
"How nasty! Come, I'll cut it all off, and then your eyes and your forehead will be clear.

You can hardly see that way." Dino had seized the scissors that were lying beside Martha's work basket, but Cornelli, struggling against him with both hands, fairly screamed: "Let it be.

It has to be that way.

Put the scissors away!" "I won't hurt you.