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Updated: June 14, 2025


He was also partial to pigtails, though his earliest was shorn from his head by a dangerous rival, who cut him out of the good graces of Miss Polly Martine, a powdered beauty of the past century, by amputating his cue; while his latest one was sacrificed on the altar of humanity but thereby hangs a tale. If Mr. Potts was behind his age in dress, he was in advance of it in sentiment.

Hedges of evergreen enclosed the yellow oat-fields, where slow wagons paused to gather the sheaves of the week before, and then loitered away with them. Flocks of geese waddled in sculpturesque relief against the close-cropt pastures, herded by little girls with flaxen pigtails, whose eyes, blue as corn-flowers, followed the flying train.

There were two officers in the sternsheets; but their simple uniform showed that they were not of any high rank, though the crew paid them the most profound respect. They were young men, though beards, pigtails, and lovelocks, with thoroughly weatherbeaten, sunburnt countenances, made them look somewhat older.

The fields, flat and wide, were dotted with familiar shapes of Holstein cattle, herded by little girls, with their hair in yellow pigtails. The gray, stormy sky hung low, and broke in fitful rains; but perhaps for the inclement season of mid-summer it was not very cold.

So Mary Hope very nearly achieved a dashing pace as she neared the corrals of the wicked Lorrigans. "Well! Yuh traveling, or just goin' somewhere?" A young voice yelled at her as she went past the stable. "My horse is he rinned away wi' me!" screamed Mary Hope, her pigtails snapping as Rab slowed up and stopped. "He rinned away wi' you? When?

Then indeed we had!" she said rising at once. "I am horribly late now: I know my mother is frantic. I don't mind your not telling me that, really! But it is odd that you should have spoken of my age twice to-night. Shall I tell you something, Mr. Stanhope to show you why I have had to give up pigtails? This is my birthday: I am nineteen to-day!"

For the popular joke against the Chinese labourers was simply that they were Chinese; it was an objection to an alien type; the popular papers were full of gibes about pigtails and yellow faces.

She would leave school with Sophy, and I waited on the corner near the McAlery house. Poor Sophy! She was always of those who piped while others danced. In those days she had two straw-coloured pigtails, and her plain, faithful face is before me as I write. She never betrayed to me the excitement that filled her at being the accomplice of our romance. Gossip raged, of course.

And then the little girls, peeping through the shutters, and holding their breath to see better, saw what they beheld every year; but it was always new and awesome mysterious scribbling in corners with lead-pencils on scraps of paper; consultations; rewritings; copyings; the list of their sins, of all the sins of their lives. "Ma chère!" pigtails and sunbonnets hiving outside would shudder.

Sally was putting dinner on the table. Abe slipped up behind her and pulled one of her pigtails. Taken by surprise, she jumped and dropped a pitcher of cream. The pitcher did not break, but the cream spilled and spread over the kitchen floor. "Abe Lincoln! Look what you made me do!" cried Sally. "I just washed that floor. And look at that good cream going to waste." "'Tain't going to waste."

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