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She was always cordial now, and a sort of added respect and liking had appeared in her manner since the Alexander episode; but about the new arrangement which made Candace one of the family, she had not spoken a word. Till she did, till she was sure that Gertrude too was content to have her stay, Cannie's happiness could not be complete. The fourteenth of October at length arrived.
In fact, Cannie's shyness was quite shaken out of her for the moment; and before the experiments were ended, and it was decided that a little bang on the forehead, and what Marian called a "curly knot" behind, suited her best, she felt almost at home with Georgie and Gertrude.
"I recollect her perfectly, though we only met two or three times, and that was seventeen let me see nearly eighteen years ago it must have been. Her hair, too, I should say," glancing at Cannie's chestnut mop; "it was very thick, I remember, and curled naturally." "Aunt Myra always says that my hair is the same color as mother's," replied Candace. "It is almost exactly the same.
"I am in such trouble," said Georgie, thawing more and more under the influence of Cannie's silence and Cannie's look, "in such a dreadful scrape! Oh, what will become of me?" wringing her hands. "You are so good, Cannie, so kind. Will you promise not to breathe a word to anybody if I tell you all about it?" "Yes," said Candace, "I promise."
Aunt Myra approved of Cannie especially, because she was "such a quiet child;" but I think Cannie's mother would rather have had her noisier. "She's a nice girl as I want to see," Aunt Myra was wont to tell her cronies. "She's likely-appearing enough, and that's better than being too pretty.
So a big, shady hat of dark red straw, with just a scarf of the same color twisted round the crown and a knowing little wing in front, was chosen; and then Mrs. Gray spied a smaller one of fine yellowish straw with a wreath of brown-centred daisies, and having popped it on Cannie's head for one moment, liked the effect, and ordered that too. Two new hats!
She will be sure to notice." And Georgie hurried to the looking-glass, and began to smooth the tangled fluffs of hair on her forehead. Cannie's heart was hot within her, but she wisely forbore further remonstrance. She brought a basin of water and a sponge, and helped Georgie to bathe and cool her tear-stained face, and to arrange her dishevelled locks.
"It isn't Cannie's fault that she has always lived on a farm. She didn't have anywhere else to live. Very likely she would have preferred Paris," with fine scorn, "or to go to boarding-school in Dresden, as you and Georgie did, if anybody had given her the choice. She's real nice, I think, and now that her hair is put up, she's pretty too, a great deal prettier than some of the girls you like.
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