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GEORGIANA. Yes. [_Drawing the picture toward her._] It was a dear letter
I had from him to-night, Bella! I hope you'll have as nice a one from
Mr. Gootch to-morrow morning.
BELLA. Well, if I don't--
[_Shutting her teeth, she unconsciously pulls_ GEORGIANA'S _hair._
GEORGIANA. Oh, oh!
BELLA. Oh, I beg your pardon!
GEORGIANA. Don't take it out on me, wait till Mr. Gootch gets back!
BELLA. [_Combing._] I don't know as you're the jealous kind. Judging
from your hair you ain't. It usually goes with blonde or red, or else
crimpy, and what I dislike about red hair is the freckles--you can
almost count on 'em! You've got sort of trusting hair. But besides, Mr.
Coleman wasn't a floor walker in a shop with over a hundred lady
clerks--I think that's apt to make a gentleman flightier; and he being
_bald_, has me to a disadvantage, so to speak. I can't judge by my
customary signs.
GEORGIANA. [_Looking at_ COLEMAN'S _photograph._] Bella, I should say
Lieutenant Coleman has splendid, straight, honest hair, shouldn't you?
BELLA. I can't say as I've ever really had any experience of his hair,
ma'am.
GEORGIANA.
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