ice on her head, and how can she when her bang is so thick? Cut it all off, every bit, and then I will let you cut mine."
"You had better give ze child her way," said Dr. Hilary. "She's in no state to be fretted with triffles [trifles, the doctor meant], and in ze end it will be well; for ze fever infection might harbor in zat doll's head as well as elsewhere, and I should have to disinfect it, which would be bad for ze skin of her."
"She is n't a doll," cried Amy, overhearing him; "she's my child, and you shan't call her names." She hugged Mabel tight in her arms, and glared at Dr. Hilary defiantly.
So Katy with pitiful fingers slashed away at Mabel's blond wig till her head was as bare as a billiard-ball; and Amy, quite content, patted her child while her own locks were being cut, and murmured, "Perhaps your hair will all come out in little round curls, darling, as Johnnie Carr's did;" then she fell into one of the quietest sleeps she had yet had.
