114 TROTTY’S WEDDING TOUR.

or out of it, certainly should do,—that in a world where
people sell molasses-candy in the winter without shoes, it
matters little whether you can afford malachite or not, but
said, what would have brought us to Rye’s “ fritters’ in the
first place, if they had only said it a little earlier, —

“T’ve got an idea! Let’s go to Auguste’s!” Prim said
it. Rye looked dazed. “To have your hair crimped,” said
Prim. “I’ve always wanted to try Auguste’s crimper.”

“ Why don’t you go yourself?” asked Rye, doubtfully.

“ Grimps will match your feather,” said Prim, with de-
cision.

“ But my hair isn’t gray,” urged Rye. ‘ And—don’t
you suppose it would cost more than twelve and a half
cents ¢”

“0,1 don’t know! Jip Bond said you did do your hair so
solemn ! ”” ‘

“That ’s Aunt Banger. She can’t bear crimps, except on
herself. And besides, the hair-pins stick into you so nights.
Besides, I burnt ’m off, in the lamp, the only time I tried, —
a whole hair-pin full of hair short off.”

“Tt would be so becoming,” said Prim, dangerously, “ and
please your mother so!”

“Tf you think mother would like it,” hesitated Rye. They
were in Auguste’s by that time. Prim drew Rye past the
French flowers and dolls, and all the pretty nonsense, into
the hair-dresser’s room, and said to the hair-dresser, in her
easy way (Prim always astonished and extinguished Rye),