Her pretty golden hair: it was her pride, but what do you suppose she did with it?(Fictional Work)

Publication: Kindred Spirits

Publication Date: 22-DEC-02

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It's a fortunate thing that I have pretty hair, said Florrie Wood as she brushed out the long glistening strands, for I certainly have nothing else to recommend me personally.

She was the commonplace child of the Wood family. Lillian was a beauty, and Josie was clever, and Laura was expected to do some wonderful things in music, and wanted to go abroad to study. But no one ever predicted a career for Florrie. She was plain and quiet, and never led her classes. To be sure, she had some merits, even gifts. She was sweet-tempered and a general favorite in a quiet, unobtrusive way. She was mother's girl, and to her fell naturally all the little household duties that a beauty or a musician could hardly be expected to concern herself with.

As she said, she had one beauty--her hair. It was magnificent: and as she was only a flesh-and-blood girl in her teens, I am not going to say that she did not feel a certain little thrill of vanity at the admiration it always excited.

It was very thick and long, with a natural ripple and gloss, and was of that perfect reddish-golden hue so rarely found and never simulated.

Florrie was proud of her crown of glory: she gave it the most careful attention, and would never allow a lock of it to be cut. Mr. Wright, the proprietor of the hair-goods store on Weymouth street, always looked at it longingly. Once he said to her:

Miss Florrie, if you ever...

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