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The
school
year
was
drawing
to
a
close
,
December
and
her
birthday
just
beginning
to
threaten
full
summer
,
when
Meggie
learned
how
dearly
one
could
buy
the
desire
of
one
's
heart
.
She
was
sitting
on
a
high
stool
near
the
stove
while
Fee
did
her
hair
as
usual
for
school
;
it
was
an
intricate
business
.
Meggie
's
hair
had
a
natural
tendency
to
curl
,
which
her
mother
considered
to
be
a
great
piece
of
good
luck
.
Girls
with
straight
hair
had
a
hard
time
of
it
when
they
grew
up
and
tried
to
produce
glorious
wavy
masses
out
of
limp
,
thin
strands
.
At
night
Meggie
slept
with
her
almost
knee-length
locks
twisted
painfully
around
bits
of
old
white
sheet
torn
into
long
strips
,
and
each
morning
she
had
to
clamber
up
on
the
stool
while
Fee
undid
the
rags
and
brushed
her
curls
in
.
Fee
used
an
old
Mason
Pearson
hairbrush
,
taking
one
long
,
scraggly
curl
in
her
left
hand
and
expertly
brushing
the
hair
around
her
index
finger
until
the
entire
length
of
it
was
rolled
into
a
shining
thick
sausage
;
then
she
carefully
withdrew
her
finger
from
the
center
of
the
roll
and
shook
it
out
into
a
long
,
enviably
thick
curl
.
This
maneuver
was
repeated
some
twelve
times
,
the
front
curls
were
then
drawn
together
on
Meggie
's
crown
with
a
freshly
ironed
white
taffeta
bow
,
and
she
was
ready
for
the
day
.
All
the
other
little
girls
wore
braids
to
school
,
saving
curls
for
special
occasions
,
but
on
this
one
point
Fee
was
adamant
;
Meggie
should
have
curls
all
the
time
,
no
matter
how
hard
it
was
to
spare
the
minutes
each
morning
.
Had
Fee
realized
it
,
her
charity
was
misguided
,
for
her
daughter
's
hair
was
far
and
away
the
most
beautiful
in
the
entire
school
.
To
rub
the
fact
in
with
daily
curls
earned
Meggie
much
envy
and
loathing
.
The
process
hurt
,
but
Meggie
was
too
used
to
it
to
notice
,
never
remembering
a
time
when
it
had
not
been
done
.
Fee
's
muscular
arm
yanked
the
brush
ruthlessly
through
knots
and
tangles
until
Meggie
's
eyes
watered
and
she
had
to
hang
on
to
the
stool
with
both
hands
to
keep
from
falling
off
.
It
was
the
Monday
of
the
last
week
at
school
,
and
her
birthday
was
only
two
days
away
;
she
clung
to
the
stool
and
dreamed
about
the
willow
pattern
tea
set
,
knowing
it
for
a
dream
.
There
was
one
in
the
Wahine
general
store
,
and
she
knew
enough
of
prices
to
realize
that
its
cost
put
it
far
beyond
her
father
's
slender
means
.
Suddenly
Fee
made
a
sound
,
so
peculiar
it
jerked
Meggie
out
of
her
musing
and
made
the
menfolk
still
seated
at
the
breakfast
table
turn
their
heads
curiously
.
"
Holy
Jesus
Christ
!
"
said
Fee
.
Paddy
jumped
to
his
feet
,
his
face
stupefied
;
he
had
never
heard
Fee
take
the
name
of
the
Lord
in
vain
before
.
She
was
standing
with
one
of
Meggie
's
curls
in
her
hand
,
the
brush
poised
,
her
features
twisted
into
an
expression
of
horror
and
revulsion
.
Paddy
and
the
boys
crowded
round
;
Meggie
tried
to
see
what
was
going
on
and
earned
a
backhanded
slap
with
the
bristle
side
of
the
brush
which
made
her
eyes
water
.
"
Look
!
"
Fee
whispered
,
holding
the
curl
in
a
ray
of
sunlight
so
Paddy
could
see
.
The
hair
was
a
mass
of
brilliant
,
glittering
gold
in
the
sun
,
and
Paddy
saw
nothing
at
first
.
Then
he
became
aware
that
a
creature
was
marching
down
the
back
of
Fee
's
hand
.
He
took
a
curl
for
himself
,
and
in
among
the
leaping
lights
of
it
he
discerned
more
creatures
,
going
about
their
business
busily
.
Little
white
things
were
stuck
in
clumps
all
along
the
separate
strands
,
and
the
creatures
were
energetically
producing
more
clumps
of
little
white
things
.
Meggie
's
hair
was
a
hive
of
industry
.
