through the woods during exceptionally rainy weather; or to gallop
across the downs without a hat, her fair ringlets streaming in the
wind, the old family coachman panting and expostulating in the rear.
If one may trust the popular novel, extremely satisfactory husbands
have often been secured in this way. You naturally look at a girl
who is walking through a wood, laughing heartily apparently for no
other reason than because it is raining--who rides at stretch gallop
without a hat. If you have nothing else to do, you follow her. It
is always on the cards that such a girl may do something really
amusing before she gets home. Thus things begin.

To a girl of this kind, naturally curly hair is essential. It must
be the sort of hair that looks better when it is soaking wet. The
bottle of stuff that makes this particular hair to grow may be
considered dear, if you think merely of the price. But that is not
the way to look at it. "What is it going to do for me?" That is
what the girl has got to ask herself. It does not do to spoil the
ship for a ha'porth of tar, as the saying is. If you are going to be
a dashing, wilful beauty, you must have the hair for it, or the whole
scheme falls to the ground.

Eyebrows and eyelashes, the professor assumes, the lady would like to
match the hair. Too much eccentricity the professor does not agree
with. Nature, after all, is the best guide; neatness combined with
taste, that is the ideal to be aimed at. The eyebrows should be
almost straight, the professor thinks; the eyelashes long and silky,
with just the suspicion of a curl. The professor would also suggest
a little less cheekbone. Cheekbones are being worn low this season.

Will the lady have a dimpled chin, or does she fancy the square-cut