Take it off.

You look like a rough boy with that on.

You make me think of John when he had been out disobeying me." Elizabeth took off the offending headgear, and revealed her smoothly parted, thick brown hair in its long braid down her back.
"Why, you're rather a pretty girl if you were fixed up," said the old lady, sitting up with interest now.

"I can't remember your mother, but I don't think she had fine features like that." "They said I looked like father," said Elizabeth.
"Did they?
Well, I believe it's true," with satisfaction.

"I couldn't bear you if you looked like those lowdown -- --" "Grandmother!" Elizabeth stood up, and flashed her Bailey eyes.
"You needn't 'grandmother' me all the time," said the lady petulantly.
"But you look quite handsome when you say it.