exclaimed Mollie, for the latter part of the ride had been rather hot and dusty. "Then we'll feel like new girls."
The services of a maid were at their disposal in their rooms, and they were soon making themselves fresh for the dinner that was shortly to be served. As Mollie let down her long hair the maid uttered an exclamation:
"Excuse me, Miss, for remarking it," she said, "but you have lovely hair."
"We all think so," added Betty.
"It isn't so very nice," spoke Mollie. "I am hoping it will get thicker."
"It's lovely!" the maid insisted. "I haven't seen any as nice—not since a strange girl stopped here one night some time ago, and I helped her do hers up. Hers was nearly to the floor when she stood up. And it was just the color of yours. She had a scar on her forehead, I remember—a recent one, and I had to be careful of it as I combed her hair."
"A cut?" asked Betty, looking at her friends curiously.
"Yes, Miss. She said she had fallen out of a tree."
"A tree!" The four girls uttered this together.
"Why, yes," and the maid seemed surprised.
