If she had asked it as a favour, Mary would not have hesitated an instant.

The other girls often played barber for each other, making a frolic out of the affair.

But for _Ethelinda_, and for _money_! That made a menial task of it, and her pride rose up in arms at the thought.
"Now you _are_ mad! I knew you'd be!" came in anxious tones from the other bed.

"I wish I had kept my mouth shut." "No, I'm not," asserted Mary, stoutly.

"I'm making up my mind.