"Likes them," Katie made of it, at sight of the down-turned face; "always wanted them--maybe never had them.

Moral--If you want people to believe in you, give them something they don't need, but would like to have." She did her hair for her, chatting all the while about ways of doing hair, exclaiming about the beauty of Ann's and planning things she was going to do with it.

"Were I as proud of all my works as I am of this, I might be a more self-respecting person," she said, finally passing Ann the hand mirror as if the girl's one concern in life was to see whether she approved of the plaiting of those soft glossy braids.
And unmistakably she did approve.

"It does look nice this way, doesn't it ?" she agreed, looking up at Katie with a shy eagerness.
When at last Ann had been made ready, when Katie had slipped on the long loosely fitted white coat, had adjusted the big veil with just the right touch of sophisticated carelessness, as she surveyed the work of her hands her excitement could with difficulty contain itself.

"She _is_ Ann," she gloated.