"
"Quite so," said Elizabeth. "My dear Beatrice, why don't you tie up your
hair? You look like a crazy Jane. Not but what you have very nice hair,"
she added critically. "Do you admire good hair, Mr. Bingham."
"Of course I do," he answered gallantly, "but it is not common."
Only Beatrice bit her lip with vexation. "I had almost forgotten about
my hair," she said; "I must apologise for appearing in such a state. I
would have done it up after dinner only I was too stiff, and while I was
waiting for Betty, I went to sleep."
"I think there is a bit of ribbon in that drawer. I saw you put it there
yesterday," answered the precise Elizabeth. "Yes, here it is. If you
like, and Mr. Bingham will excuse it, I can tie it back for you," and
without waiting for an answer she passed behind Beatrice, and gathering
up the dense masses of her sister's locks, tied them round in such
fashion that they could not fall forward, though they still rolled down
her back.
Just then Mr. Granger came back from his visit to the farm. He was in
high good humour. The pig had even surpassed her former efforts, and
increased in a surprising manner, to the number of fifteen indeed.
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