“Why ain’t yo’ all had one ob dese heah hair-fixers do yo’ haid?”

“And make me look like a hair-shop model?  Not much!”

“Well, yo’ done purty good.”

“Wait till I curl it,” said Bambi, throwing up the window and popping her head out into the night air.

“Fo’ de Lawd’s sake, yo’ curl yo’ haih in Noo Yawk jes’ lak yo’ do at home.”

“Why not?  This cold, damp air is just the thing.  Now look at me,” she boasted, shaking her head so that the soft, curly rings fluttered like little bells about her face.

“Yo’ll do,” said Ardelia.

Bambi disappeared into the closet, and presently she popped out her head.

“Ardelia, prepare to die of joy.  When you have seen my new dress, life has nothing more to offer you.”

“I ain’ gwine to die till after dis show.”

Out of the closet Bambi danced, her arms full of sunset clouds apparently She held it up, and Ardelia’s eyes bulged.

“Yo’ don’ call dat a dress?”

“Put it on me, and you’ll call it a poem.”

“Dey ain’t nuthin’ to it,” she protested, as she slipped it over Bambi’s head.

It was certainly a diaphanous thing of many layers of chiffon, graduating in colour from flame to palest apricot pink.  It hung straight and simple on Bambi’s lithe figure, bringing out all the colour, the dash, the fire-like quality in the girl’s personality.  The flush in her cheeks, the glow in her eyes, even the little curls, were like twisted tongues of flame.  She whirled for Ardelia’s inspection.

“I know dat ain’t no decent dress, but yo’ sho’ is beautiful as Pottypar’s wife.”

“Who’s she?”

“She’s in the Bible!”

Bambi laughed.

“I look like the ‘fire of spring,’” she nodded to her reflection.  “Of course I’m beautiful!  This is the biggest, happiest night of my life!”

A boy came for the Professor’s clothes, and a little later that distracted gentleman presented himself to have his tie arranged, and to be looked over generally in case of omissions.

“My dear!” he exclaimed at sight of his daughter.

“Aren’t I wonderful?”

He put his hand under her chin and tipped her face to him.

“There is something about you to-night—­elemental is the word—­fire, water, and air.”

She hugged him.

“Oh, but you’ve got a surprise coming to you this night.  You are about to discover other unsuspected elements in your offspring.”

“My dear, I’m so excited now I’m counting backward.  Don’t explode anything on me or I’ll lose control.”

“The secret is coming out to-night.”

“Is it painful?”

“No, it’s heavenly!”

Jarvis rapped.

“May I come in?”

“Yes.”

He stood on the threshold a moment, a truly magnificent figure in his evening clothes.

“Jarvis!” breathed Bambi.