he entered the dining-room the
effect was, to say the least, _amazing_!

The bows were about eight inches wide. Really, Patricia was a droll
sight!

Unless she were spoken to she would wear her freakish ribbons at the
afternoon session.

When lunch was over, and the pupils came trooping out into the hall,
Miss Fenler spoke to Patricia. When they at last stood alone in one
corner of the hall, Miss Fenler mentioned the gaudy colors, and said
that while the girls were permitted to wear as bright ribbons as they
chose, they would certainly not be allowed to wear three huge bows at a
time.

"The idea!" said Patricia. "Well, I guess I'll not agree to wear little
stingy-looking bows for any one."

"You would obstruct the view of the large blackboard," said Miss Fenler.
"No one could see around your head."

"I shall wear these bows I have on or none at all!" said Patricia.

"Don't be obstinate," said Miss Fenler. "Mrs. Marvin told me to speak to
you."

"Did _she_ say I couldn't wear these big bows?" Patricia asked, her eyes
black with anger.

"She certainly did," declared Miss Fenler.

"Well, you can tell her I wear these or none at all," Patricia said,
stoutly.

"None at all!" repeated Miss Fenler.

"Don't attempt to come into the class-room with your long hair untidy.
Without a ribbon it would look slovenly."

Patricia's smile was broad, and her eyes actually impish as she left the
hall.

"She's equal to pinning on a half-dozen extra bows if she chooses," Miss
Fenler said, under her breath.

Glenmore, once a private estate, looked like an old castle, and the
dwellings that were its nearest neighbors were owned by old and wealthy
residents. No stores had ever broken the charm of the locality, and the
sleepy old town had supposed that they never would, yet around the
corner of a little back street, an enterprising Italian had purchased a
wee cottage. After three days a sign appeared in his front window. It
stunned the residents. It read:

ANTONIO CARANA,
BARBER AND HAIRDRESSER.

Already small boys and girls might be seen, in charge of maids,
trotting up his steps with long curls, and after a few minutes,
appearing with a "Dutch cut."

Patricia, buttoning her coat as she ran, appeared at his door
breathless, but eager.

"I want my hair bobbed, and I must have it done right off, or I'll be
late to school," she cried, rushing past the astonished Tony, and
mounting his big chair.

"_Dutch cu