88 MISS BADSWORTH, M.F.H. 



body, that is all, and it is a lovely fault to have, you 

 know." 



'* Now, Lavvy, for goodness sake, don't tell me you are a 

 humbug." 



*' Not a bit of it, auntie, I have a strong dash of Bads- 

 worth obstinacy about me, and dad says I'm too outspoken. 

 Anyway, I'm going to try and see you through your difficulties, 

 and now I have seen you, I can't help thinking we shall 

 manage — it's only a matter of hair." 



*' Hair ! " Miss Badsworth exclaimed. 



" Yes, hair. I shall have to be two different people, by- 

 and-by — ^your niece and your huntsman. Dad has given me 

 all the tips for the present, but the hair is my own idea." 

 She took off her hat and ran her hand through a profusion 

 of curly locks. *' They will have to be cut off, poor things, 

 and then — well, the other will go on top." 



" Lavvy, I believe you are the most practical young 

 woman I have ever met." 



Miss Lavvy swept a courtesy which disproved the asser- 

 tion that she possessed no accomplishments. 



" Thanks, auntie. If you had said I was the image of Her 

 Most Gracious Majesty Queen Alexandra in her youthful 

 days, you wouldn't have paid me a greater compliment. 

 Now, will you show me Uncle Hugo's picture ? I'm told 

 he was so like dad." 



