"Ah! Why didn't you put your hair up?"
"What a pity!"
"And you won't have curls for this evening?"
"Do it now!"
"Mais je t'assure, it will curl almost as tight."
"Let me do it for you, chère."
"No, me."
"But it is better to have it a little frisé, than straight, so."
Marie, from practice accomplished in excuses, persisted that she had a migraine.
"Oh, la migraine, poor thing!"
"I implore you, don't be ill to-night."
"Try my eau de Cologne."
"No, my eau sédative is better."
"Put this on your head."
"Tie this around your neck."
"Carry this in your pocket."
"Some water from Notre Dame de Lourdes."
"Some smelling-salts."
Madame Lareveillère opened her eyes that morning as from an unsuccessful experiment. She cared little about sleep as a restorative,
