"Button moulders are so ignorant.

They know absolutely nothing about hair or the necessity for special tidiness on Sundays.

All the same, I'm afraid we shall have a headache if we don't let a reef out somewhere.

Sit still a moment, Ann.
I was always intended for a barber." To the fresh astonishment of Willits his friend's skilful hands busied themselves with the tightly drawn hair which, only too eager for freedom, soon fell into some of its usual curves.

With a quick, shy gesture the child drew the adored hand to her lips and kissed it.
Callandar turned a deep red.