s growth, as curly
hair often does, at the shoulders. In the small whitewashed room the two
girls looked as much like choristers in surplices as anything might
look, and their sweet oval faces had that perfect freshness of youth
which is strangely akin to the look of holiness, in spite of the
absolute frivolity of conduct which so often characterises young
companionship.

When Blue made her earnest little assertion, she also made an earnest
little dab at the air with her brush to emphasise it; and Red, letting
her brush linger on her curly mop, replied with equal emphasis and the
same earnest, open eyes, "Oh, so do I."

This decided, there was quiet for a minute, only the soft sound of
brushing. Then Red began that pretty little twittering which bore to
their laughter when in full force the same relation that the first faint
chit, chit, chit of a bird bears to its full song.

"Weren't papa and mamma funny when they talked about what we should do
if he spoke to us?"

She did not finish her sentence before merriment made it difficult for
her to pronounce the words; and as for Blue, she was obliged to throw
herself on the side of the bed.

Then again Blue sat up.

"You're to look down as you pass him, Red--like this, look!"

"_That_ isn't right." Red said this with a little shriek of delight.
"You're smiling all over your face--that won't do."

"Because I _can't_ keep my face straight. Oh, Red, what _shall_ we do? I
know that if we _ever_ see him after this we shall simply _die_."

"Oh, yes"--with tone of full conviction--"I know we shall."

"But we _shall_ meet him."

They became almost serious for some moments at the thought of the
inevitableness of the meeting and the hopelessness of conducting
themselves with any propriety.

"And what will he think?" continued Blue, in sympathetic distress; "he
will certainly think we are laughing at _him_, for he will never imagine
how much we have been amused."

Red, however, began to brush her hair again. "Blue," said she, "did you
ever try to see how you looked in the glass when your eyes were cast
down? You can't, you know."

Blue immediately tried, and admitted the difficulty.

"I wish I could," said Red, "for then I should know how I should look
when he had spoken to me and I was passing him."

"Well, do it, and I'll tell you."

"Then you stand there, and I'll come along past and look down just when
I meet you."

Red made the experiment rather seriously,