twist up their pigtails, you do the same."

"I'll show you how," offered Trudy. "If you're going to do it, you may
as well learn a becoming fashion."

So Trudy taught her little sister how to coil up her yellow, curly mop
in a correct fashion, and very becoming it was to Dolly.

But it made her look a year or two older than she was.

"Oh!" exclaimed her mother, when she saw her, "Where's my baby? I've
lost my little girl!"

"Just as well," said Dolly, delighted at her achievement and
pirouetting before a mirror. "it's time I began to be a little grown
up, mother."

"Yes, I suppose it is. I felt just the same when Trudy put up her
curls for the first time. I am a foolish old thing!"

"Now, don't you talk like that," cried Dolly, "or I'll pull down my
hair and wear it in tails till I'm fifty!"

"No, dear; do as you like about it. And, if you want to wear it that
way while you're in New York, do. It's all right."

More discussions came with the new dresses. Mrs. Fayre was for keeping
to the more youthful models, but Mrs. Hose felt that the girls should
have slightly older styles. Bernice's frocks were almost young
ladyish, but those were not copied.