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Alice persisted. "that you'll look like an Injun!" Rebecca remarked gloomily, for she was curiously shy about "And your wreath of little pine-cones won't set decent without Rebecca glanced in the cracked looking-glass and met what she saddened or enraged her according to circumstances; then she sat of making the State of Maine fit to be seen at the raising. an hour, when the sixth braid was tied, and Rebecca had given one fatigue. Rebecca tossed on her pillow, its goose-feathered softness all She slipped out of bed and walked to and fro, holding her aching watching the still weather-vane on Alice's barn and breathing in subsided under the clear starry beauty of the night. hardly wait until Rebecca's hair was taken down, she was so eager The leads and rags were painfully removed, together with much squeals, and shrieks on the part of Rebecca and a series of secret from the aunts, that they might the more fully appreciate Then came the unbraiding, and then--dramatic moment--the "comb- the hairs that had resisted the earlier stages almost gave up the The long front strands had been wound up from various angles and strangest, most obstinate, most unexpected attitudes. When the electric hairs following, and then rebounding from it in a glance at the State o' Maine's head, and announced her intention result of her attempted beautifying, but she felt that.

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