t mine and get stuck," foreboded Felix. "Some of
you fellows be sure and prompt me if I do--and do it quick, so's I won't
get worse rattled."

"I know one thing," said Cecily resolutely, "and that is, I'm going
to curl my hair for to-morrow night. I've never curled it since Peter
almost died, but I simply must tomorrow night, for all the other girls
are going to have theirs in curls."

"The dew and heat will take all the curl out of yours and then you'll
look like a scarecrow," warned Felicity.

"No, I won't. I'm going to put my hair up in paper tonight and wet it
with a curling-fluid that Judy Pineau uses. Sara brought me up a bottle
of it. Judy says it is great stuff--your hair will keep in curl for
days, no matter how damp the weather is. I'll leave my hair in the
papers till tomorrow evening, and then I'll have beautiful curls."

"You'd better leave your hair alone," said Dan gruffly. "Smooth hair is
better than a lot of fly-away curls."

But Cecily was not to be persuaded. Curls she craved and curls she meant
to have.

"I'm thankful my warts have all gone, any-way," said Sara Ray.

"So they have," exclaimed Felicity. "Did you try Peg's recipe?"

"Yes. I didn't believe in it but I tried it. For the first few days
afterwards I kept watching my warts, but they didn't go away, and then
I gave up and forgot them. But one day last week I just happened to look
at my hands and there wasn't a wart to be seen. It was the most amazing
thing."

"And yet you'll say Peg Bowen isn't a witch," said Peter.

"Pshaw, it was just the potato juice," scoffed Dan.

"It was a dry old potato I had, and there wasn't much juice in it,"
said Sara Ray. "One hardly knows what to believe. But one thing is
certain--my warts are gone."

Cecily put her hair up in curl-papers that night, thoroughly soaked in
Judy Pineau's curling-fluid. It was a nasty job, for the fluid was very
sticky, but Cecily persevered and got it done. Then she went to bed with
a towel tied over her head to protect the pillow. She did not sleep
well and had uncanny dreams, but she came down to breakfast with an
expression of triumph. The Story Girl examined her head critically and
said,

"Cecily, if I were you I'd take those papers out this morning."

"Oh, no; if I do my hair will be straight again by night. I mean to
leave them in till the last minute."

"I wouldn't do that--I really wouldn't," persisted the Story Girl. "If
you do your hair will be too curl