"You understand now, don't you?" laughed Grace.

"I should be very stupid if I didn't," declared Arline.

"Of course she's dark, with eyebrows an inch wide. You can't expect
me to give an imitation of anything like that," apologized Elfreda.

"I think I should recognize her on sight," smiled Ruth Denton.

"We are miles off our original subject," remarked Grace. "Elfreda
hasn't told us how she looked as a child."

"All right. I'll tell you now," volunteered J. Elfreda graciously.
"I had round, staring blue eyes and a fat face. I wore my hair down
my back in curls--that is, when it was done up on curlers the night
before--and it was almost tow color. I had red cheeks and was ashamed
of them, and my stocky, square-shouldered figure was anything but
sylphlike. I was not beautiful, but I was very well satisfied with
myself, and to call me 'Fatty' was to offer me deadly insult. That
is about as much as I can remember," finished the stout girl.

"Really, Elfreda, while you were describing yourself I could fairly
see you," smiled Arline.

"Now it's your turn," reminded Elfreda. "I imagine you were a
cunning little girl."

Arline flushed at the implied compliment. "Father used to call me
'Daffydowndilly,'" she began. "My hair was much lighter than it is