fair as de lily ob de
valley. Miss Adele can't hole a candle to yer."

"Are you sure, Aunt Fanny?" questioned Bee gleefully.

"'Cose I'se sure. What'd I be tellin' yer fer ef I ain't sure?"

"And could you make my hair yellow like Adele's?"

"No'm; I cain't do dat. Dere's a worman down in de town kin, but I
cain't. No'm; I kin do mos' anything, I reckon, but dat."

"Do you mean Miss Harris, the hairdresser, Aunt Fanny?" asked Bee with
sudden enlightenment.

"Yes'um; she'll make yer hair yaller, er red, er anything yer wants
hit," returned Aunt Fanny pompously, proud to be able to give so much
information to her young mistress.

"Thank you, thank you," cried Bee, springing up joyfully. "I'll get the
beads now, and if everything comes out all right I'll give you something
nice."

She ran up to her room, and soon returned with the beads. Walnut Grove
was a few miles farther out on the turnpike than was her Uncle Henry's
place; consequently it was too far from the town to walk. Bee chafed at
the necessity of waiting until Joel could get the buggy ready, so
impatient was she to put her new idea into practice. It was brought
round at length, however, and soon she found herself entering the only
hair dressing shop that the little town afforded.

"What can I do for you, Miss Raymond?" asked the proprietress coming
forward.

"Miss Harris, can you change the color of the hair?" asked the girl
abruptly.

"Certainly," answered Miss Harris, evidently surprised by the query.
"Why?"

"Because I want you to change the color of mine," spoke Bee quickly.

Miss Harris hesitated.

"Does your father know of it, Miss Raymond?"

"Why! he wishes it," declared Bee with sincerity.

"Very well then. What color did you wish?"

"I want it sunny and yellow; with gold lights all through it," answered
Bee promptly. "Can you do it?"

"Yes, Miss Raymond; but your complexion--"

"I know," interrupted Bee. "It should be fair to go with it. Can you
help me about it?"

"No; I only do the hair. I don't know of any here who does treat the
skin. It's a small place, you know."

"Yes;" assented Bee. Silently she watched the deft movements of the
woman as she applied the bleach. It was done finally, and Bee found
herself the possessor of locks as yellow as her cousin's. She eyed the
result doubtfully.

"I like my own best," was her mental comment. "But if it pleases father
I don't mind."

"You understand," said Miss Harris as the g