I am convinced that there is a huge opening for what I would call an all-round advice bureau. Its claims would reach far and wide, its clients would be drawn from all classes. Among them would be the women who have no taste in dress. The only difficulty would be to convince them of the fact. Regina found The Dressing-Room without difficulty. To be exact, it was situated in Berners Street and the number was forty-five. Regina gained admittance, was greeted pleasantly, and expressed a certain portion of her wishes. "You would like to have your hair brushed?" said the charming little lady who received her. "Oh, but you have beautiful hair," she said, having enveloped Regina in a snowy garment, unfastened the still abundant coils, and allowed the locks to stray over her shoulders. "O, you have lovely hair, but how little you make of it!" "That is exactly why I have come"--her tone was pathetic in its eagerness. "How would you advise me to wear it?" "I don't know, I never like to give an opinion off-hand. I'll brush it thoroughly, see how it lies, study you face and figure--" "Oh--my figure!" said Regina. "Why, what is the matter with it?" "Too fat," Regina sighed. "Too fat? I'd be glad of a little of your complaint," said the little woman, who was herself about as fat as a match. "But I am too fat," Regina cried. "Well, perhaps you might do with a little less, but I shouldn't overdo it in the other direction. Of course, there is no doubt that good-looking women are generally those who are inclined to be stout, but keep themselves within reasonable limits. They have the best skin, the best hair, they have so few lines and so few wrinkles, and they escape the withered look of age." She was brushing softly yet vigorously at Regina's soft brown locks. "You are beginning to wear your hair off your forehead." "I have always worn it off my forehead," said Regina, with dignity. "No--I don't mean that, I mean that the continued brushing in one direction has begun to wear it away, and your forehead seems higher than it really is." "Yes, it is wearing back." "Now, we ought to contradict that tendency." "I can't wear a fringe," said Regina. "No, a fringe would be out of keeping with your general appearance, and I never advocate a fringe if it can be dispensed with, but you have been wearing your hair so tightly dressed. Now, would you let me shampoo your hair?" "Oh yes, do what you like," said Regina, with child-like faith and very unchild-like patience. "It will help you a little--in this way, it gives the hair a fresh start. One should never try to dress one's hair in a new fashion without shaking off as much as possible the old way." So Regina's hair was washed and dried, and then came the great question of what style of hair-dressing she should adopt.