Minnie's Sacrifice by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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"Oh, I don't know, I didn't intend going out this morning."
"Well, never mind if you didn't, just say you will go. Where's your hat and mantle?" said Carrie, going to her wardrobe. "Well, just wait till I fix my hair; it won't take long." "Oh, Minnie, do let me fix it for you! If ever I have to work for my living, I shall be a hair-dresser. I believe it is the only thing that I have any talent for." "What an idea! But do, Minnie, won't you, let me arrange your hair? You always wear it so plain, and I do believe it would curl beautifully. May I, Minnie?" "Why yes." So Carrie sat down, and in a short time, she had beautifully arranged Minnie's hair with a profusion of curls. "Do you know what I was thinking?" said Carrie, gazing admiringly upon her friend. "You look so much like a picture I have seen of yours in your father's album. He was showing me a number of pictures which represent you at different ages, and the one I refer to, he said was our Minnie when she was five years old. Now let me put on your hat. And let me kiss you for you look so pretty?" "Oh, Carrie, what an idea! You are so full of nonsense. Which way will we go first?" |
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