stubble that was left with triumphant rage. "There, now! I guess
he won't think my hair is nicer than Nannie's any more. I
_hate_ him!" she said, and laughed out loud, her vivid face
wet and quivering.

Miss White, hurrying in, heard the laugh, and stood transfixed:
"Elizabeth!" The poor, ugly, shorn head, the pile of gleaming
hair on the bureau, the wicked, tear-stained, laughing face
brought the poor lady's heart into her throat. "Elizabeth!" she
faltered again; and Elizabeth ran and flung her arms about her
neck.

"David forgot all about me," she sobbed. "He is always hurting my
feelings! And I can't _bear_ to have my feelings hurt. Oh,
Cherry-pie, kiss me! Kiss me!"

That was the end of the outburst; the ensuing penitence was
unbridled and temporary. The next morning she waylaid David to
offer him some candy, which he took with serene unconsciousness
of any bad behavior on his part.

"Awfully sorry I forgot about Willis's," he said casually; and
took a hearty handful of candy.

Elizabeth, looking into the nearly empty box, winced; then said,
bravely, "Take some more." He took a good deal more.

"David, I--I'm sorry I cut my hair."

"Why, I didn't notice," David said, wrinkling up his freckled