She was so comforted that she got to
thinking about the hair of the girl who sat in front of her at
school. It was plaited and she had studied just how it was done
and she began to wonder whether she could fix her own that way. So
she got in front of the mirror and loosened hers in a mass about
her shoulders--the mass that was to Hale like the golden bronze of
a wild turkey's wing. The other girl's plaits were the same size,
so that the hair had to be equally divided--thus she argued to
herself--but how did that girl manage to plait it behind her back?
She did it in front, of course, so June divided the bronze heap
behind her and pulled one half of it in front of her and then for
a moment she was helpless. Then she laughed--it must be done like
the grass-blades and strings she had plaited for Bub, of course,
so, dividing that half into three parts, she did the plaiting
swiftly and easily. When it was finished she looked at the braid,
much pleased--for it hung below her waist and was much longer than
any of the other girls' at school. The transition was easy now, so
interested had she become. She got out her tan shoes and stockings
and the pretty white dress and put them on.
Pages:
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149