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ernoon. It was Agnes who came across Neale O'Neil in the big pharmacy on the corner of Ralph Street. He was busily engaged with a clerk at the rear of the store. "Hello, Neale!" cried Agnes. "What you buying?" Sometimes Agnes' curiosity went beyond her good manners. "I'll take this kind," said Neale, hurriedly, touching a bottle at random, and then turned his back on the counter to greet Agnes. "An ounce of question-powders to make askits," he said to her, with a grave and serious air. "_You_ don't need any, do you?" "Funny!" "But I don't _look_ as funny as you do," chuckled Neale O'Neil. "That's the most preposterous looking hat I ever saw, Aggie. And those rabbit-ears on it!" "Tow-head!" responded Agnes, with rather crude repartee. Neale did not usually mind being tweaked about his flaxen hair--at least, not by the Corner House girls, but Agnes saw his expression change suddenly, and he turned back to the clerk and received his package without a word. "Oh, you needn't get mad," she said, quickly. "I'm not," responded Neale, briefly, but he paid for his purchase and hurried away without further remark. Agnes chanced to notice that the other bottles the clerk was returning to the shelves were all samples of dyes and "hair-restorers." "Maybe he's buying something for Mr. Murphy. Mr. Murphy is awfully bald on top," thought Agnes, and that's all she _did_ think about it until the next day. The girls had invited Neale to go to their church, with them and he had promised to be there. But when they filed in just before the sermon they saw nothing of the white-haired boy standing about the porch with the other boys. "There's somebody in our pew," whispered Tess to Ruth. "Aunt Sarah?" "No. Aunt Sarah is in her own seat across the aisle," said Agnes. "Why! it's a boy." "It's Neale O'Neil," gasped Ruth. "But _what_ has he done to his hair?" A glossy brown head showed just above the tall back of the old-fashioned pew. The sun shining through the long windows on the side of the church shone upon Neale's thick thatch of hair with iridescent glory. Whenever he moved his head, the hue of the hair seemed to change--like a piece of changeable silk! "That can't be him," said Agnes, with awe. "Where's all his lovely flaxen hair?" "The foolish boy! He's dyed it," said Ruth, and then they reached the pew and could say no more. Neale had taken the far corner of the pew, so the girls and Mrs. MacCall
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