She had been called upon in her time to make the most of hair offering much less assistance to her skill than was supplied by the fine, fair colourlessness she had found dragged back from her new mistress's forehead.

It was not dragged back now, but had really been done wonders with.

Rosalie had smiled a little when she had looked at herself in the glass after the first time it was so dressed.
"You are trying to make me look as I did when mother saw me last, Betty," she said.

"I wonder if you possibly could." "Let us believe we can," laughed Betty.

"And wait and see." It seemed wise neither to make nor receive visits.