"We'll look exactly alike up there in the mountains," the little souls
had said to each other; and this was perhaps one reason why they had
been so overjoyed at the prospect of going.

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But to-day, ah! who would have dreamed that sweet little Bab could
become such a fright? She had done up her hair the night before on as
many as twenty curl-papers. Before starting for the air-castle she had
taken out some of the papers and found--not ringlets, but wisps of
very unruly hair. It would not curl any more than water will run up
hill.

She went to Aunt Lucy in her trouble to seek advice. Aunt Lucy looked
her over with great care and then announced:--

"It is perfectly awful! Don't take out any more papers, Bab. Let 'em be,
so you can have something to stick the curls on to."

And so it was done. The "curls," as Lucy was pleased to call them, were
drawn up and looped and twisted and fastened by hair-pins to the other
curls left in the papers. The effect was most surprising. It made Bab's
head so much higher than usual that she was as tall now as auntie, and
that in itself was a great gain. Besides, this style, as Lucy said, was
the "pompy-doo," and very fashionable!

If Bab could have kept her hat on! But she couldn't, and the moment it
came off they all cried out:--

"Why-ee, Barbara!" and turned away to laugh.