She had sat for some time watching her grandmother, and at last she felt sure that she saw grains of powder fall from the gray hair to the shoulder of Grandma's gown.

When she was fully convinced that this was the case, she looked straight at the victim of misfortune and said, "Grandma, I think you are playing a trick on us.

I think you have powdered your hair, and you are only pretending it has turned gray." "What do you mean, Kitty, child ?" said her father, in amazement, for it almost seemed as if Kitty were rebuking her grandmother.
"Why, just look, Father! There is powder shaking down on Grandma's shoulder." "Nonsense!" cried Grandma, angrily.

"I'd be likely to do a thing like that, wouldn't I, Miss Kitty?
And indeed, if it _were_ powder, and could be brushed out, and leave my hair its natural color, I should be only too grateful!" This was Marjorie's chance.

She loved to make a sensation, and laying down her knife and fork, she said, quietly, "Kitty is right, Grandma; it _is_ nothing but powder, and I put it there myself." "What!" exclaimed Grandma.