Peggy Parsons a Hampton Freshman
Excerpt: ...in such a delightful room-and how, best of all, that she should not have been deprived of college." An interested group of girls clustered around the house bulletin board on the stair landing, and read many times the latest sign that was pinned there: "Looks like a nice party to me," speculated Doris Winterbean. "But May and I haven't a chafing-dish. May, go and borrow one from some sophomore, because I'm curious, and after last night I certainly want something cheerful." Peggy herself knocked at Lilian's door a few minutes later. "I've got a sign up for a party to-night," she said as soon as a welcoming voice had called to her to enter, "and I thought maybe you'd like Kay and me to fix your hair for it-it's pretty hair-and I thought--" Lilian tried to say something about the benefits she had already received at their hands, but Peggy hurried on. "We have a new electric hair dryer, and Kay has some marcel irons-an amateur kind, you know-and if you'd like to have us practise them on you, -I think the result would surprise the girls and send them right down to Gibot to have theirs done." "I can't let you," stammered Lilian. "I never could fix my hair well, but I wouldn't let you bother with it for the world." "Just time before dinner," Peggy insisted, whipping a towel from the dresser and beginning to fasten it around the reluctant shoulders of the other freshman. She was led down the hall and Peggy experimented with all the Suite 22 hair-dressing implements. Egg shampoo, alcohol, bay rum, electric dryer, special French orris powder, and finally the hot curling iron. Then Katherine dexterously did it up for her-not in an original style at all, but in the mode that had swept the entire college: so that when their work was finished and the victim was handed an oval ivory mirror, she exclaimed with wonder, for there was reflected a nice-looking-girl just like a hundred others in Hampton, ...
- 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
- 13 Sep 2013
- United States
- black & white illustrations