paroxysm of tears, while Alice tried to soothe her by saying that
it really would eventually benefit her hair, and that she would
not always look so strangely.

But Dora, who began to suspect that it was pure selfishness on
Eugenia's part which had prompted the act, felt keenly the
injustice done her, and refused to be comforted, keeping her room
the entire day, and weeping until her eyelids were nearly
blistered. Meantime, Eugenia had hurried off to the city with her
ill-gotten treasure, on which the miserly old Jew, to whom it was
offered, looked with eager longing eyes, taking care, however, to
depreciate its value, lest his customer should expect too much.
But Eugenia was fully his equal in management, and when at night
she returned home, she was in possession of the satin, the lace
and the flowers, together with several other articles of finery.

The next day was the party, and as Dora, besides being exceedingly
tasteful, was also neat, and handy with her needle, she was kept
from school, stitching the livelong day upon the dainty fabric, a
portion of which had been purchased with her hair! Occasionally,
as Eugenia glanced at the swollen eyelids and shorn head, bending
so uncomplainingly over the cloud of lace, her conscience smote
her for what she had done; but one thought of _Stephen Grey_
and the impression she should make on him, dissipated all such
regrets; and when at length the hour for making her toilet
arrived, her jaded cousin was literally made to perform all the
offices of a waiting-maid. Three times was the tired little girl
sent down to the village in quest of something which the
capricious Eugenia _must_ have, and which, when brought, was
not "the thing at all," and must be exchanged. Up the stairs and