the study lamp.

"Well, I hope I have not actually grown homely," conceded Dorothy,
"for Aunt Winnie is so fond of a good appearance."

"Your hair is darker--that is, on the ripe corn shade. I like that
better than the fourteen karat variety. I only wish mine would turn
mahogany. I have a mind to turn it."

"I wonder the thoughts do not poison the roots--the idea of you saying
a word against your hair! Why, it's simply wonderful! Edna says it
sings in the sunshine."

"Oh, Ned pities me I suppose--she has such a fine crop herself. But I
would--love--to--be handsome!"

"Suppose you start in to drag down some of that stuff you insist on
taking home, Tavia," said Dorothy, indicating the decorations that
hung on Tavia's side of the room. "Then it will be handsome is as----"

"Handsome didn't," misquoted Tavia. "I don't mind dragging it down,
but I have a mind to get some one to help me. I might give out that we
were having a 'doings' and so entice Ned Ebony, and a couple of the
others."

"You compendium of laziness! You proverbial prolonger! There, I have
used up more energy in giving expression to those expressions----"

"Than I should have used up in expressing the whole art gallery _via_
the Amalgamated Express Company. Now, Doro, I am going to give a