"I would like you not to look in the glass," said Madame Florence, as the little lady had asked Regina to call her. "I should like you to see the finished picture of yourself without your seeing the process. So often what comes to one as a surprise is so much better than what comes gradually." She opened a large box on a table at her right hand, and chose from it a light frame of the exact color of Regina's hair. This she put on Regina's head, then she deftly manipulated the abundant tresses, gathered them loosely over the frame into a knot at the top of the head, fixing it here and there with combs, and then slightly waved the looser portions of hair. "In most instances," she said when she had reached this point, "I should recommend the wearing of a net, but your hair is so much of a length, and so unlikely to become untidy, that I should not recommend you to trouble to do more than I have done. Now look at yourself." It was such a glorified vision of Regina that met that lady's gaze when she looked at herself that she positively jumped out of her seat. "It is really me?" she cried. "Yes, it is really you," said Madame Florence. "But how shall I be able to do it myself, I--I do not keep a maid." "Well, wear it to-day, see how you like it, see how your people appreciate it, do it as well as you can and come back again to me to-morrow. I will do it for you until your hair has got into condition and takes these lines naturally. How do you like it?" "I think I must have looked a perfect fright before," said Regina in a burst of confidence. "Well, compared with what you do now, you certainly did. It was a sin to see all that lovely hair wasted and made nothing of. By the way, about your combs--I have put you in my ordinary combs; would you like to have a proper set?" "Oh yes," said Regina, "I will have everything that is necessary," for, as I have already explained, money was not a matter of paramount importance to her. "I have put in ordinary imitation tortoise-shell combs just to try. Take the glass, if you please, and look at yourself all round. See, I will turn on the light. Do you like the shape of the head? You see the combs improve it. I should advise you to have real tortoise-shell; it is better for the hair, and more in accordance with your age and position than little cheap ones." "Oh yes, I will have good combs." Madame Florence touched a bell and immediately there came into the room a young girl of intelligent aspect and stylish exterior. "Miss Margaret," said Madame Florence, "will you get me the good combs?" "In sets?" said Miss Margaret. "Yes, like these, only real." "Certainly." As the girl left the room Regina turned to Madame Florence. "You have a quaint custom here of using the Christian name," she said.