The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1927-05-27
Had Her Locks
Shingled
By ROSE MEREDITH

lNl sternly at her granddaughter.
You can do as you please, Ro-
berta, about having your hair cut
off in that absurd way like boy
but | shall adopt my own attitude
of protest against il -
"0f course observed Roberta.
regretfully, IF Granny takes that
attitude, there's just one thing to
do-to have it shingled anyway
Later that morning she went off in
her own car and visited a metro
politan barber. who transformed
into mischievous boy the girl who
before had been a dainty, garden
party sort Of person.
Grandmother was right, thought
Roberta. as she drove the car in
the back way and turned it over
TO Ben, the garage man. He gave
her a furtiye glance as she went
off toward the house. Then he went
to the telephone.
That you, Cook? The poor little
gals had her head shaved clean as
a platter and the madam's got a
young preacher TO dinner. Head off
the. poor lamb, that's a good SOUL"
He grinned as he Went back TO his
ear cleaning. In all questions be-
tween Mrs. Henderson and her or
phan granddaughter, now eight
cen, the household staff was for
Roberta to the last man or woman,
though they all admired and re-
sDected their employer Sc it was
Betty, the cook, who waylaid Ro-
berta in back entry and sent her
of to her own room.
Your grandma do be havin' a
Young pfaste to dinner, and she'd
be thot mad, Miss Roberta, if she
saw the mess you've made of your
pretty curls-" She shook her head
dismally.
Does it look so dreadful, Bet
typ asked the culprit.
''Ye look like a hoodlum, miss, if
you'f excuse it," said the cook,
rushing back to the kitchen.
II am so glad TO know" muir
INJURED Roberta. "That counts one
on opinions grandmother will make
two nays, and how about the young
'praste'-I cannot imagine a curate
approving of this, but l feel so
free" She reached her own room,
got into pair of tweed knickers
that grandmother had vaguely APP
proved of for hiking and sports,
and stepped from her bedroom win
down into the boughs of the great
oak tree that spread before the
house.
81 Roberta was sitting there, read
ing, in her favorite seat in the tree,
when the excited barking of a dog
brought her out of the world of
fiction to reality.
How tiresOme of Larry to trail
me here" she groaned, and lean
ing over to catch the collie's atten-
ton and send him away, Roberta,
queen of tree climbers in the past.
suddenly lost her balance and
grasped limb and chung to il,
swinging breathlessly.
"A pair of strong arms reached
UP and lifted her down to safety.
There, my lad," said a hearty
voice. You just escaped a nasty
fan, eh?"
Eyes, thank you, SIR" said Ro-
berta In a low, shamed voice. Then
she flung up her head and met her
grandmother's stern. blank gaze
'sOh, Mr.. Delaine, allow me to
present my nephew, Robert Hen
derson." Roberta's ears burned as
she gave an awkward little nod.
Mr.. Delaine shook hands, but
there was a queer look in his nice
gray eyes that Roberta did not I'M
derstand. That's odd. l thought
you had a granddaughter"
Robert is granddaughter" said
Mrs. Henderson, removing the rela-
tionship a little farther away.
Il see-perhaps you will come
over to the rectOry some afternoon,
Robert, and have some tennis, Ell?
/ am bachelor and enjoy play
Ing with young people"
HTm sure that must be very
nice" said Roberta, in her gentlest
voice.
Have you had your dinner, Rob
ert?v Mrs. Henderson asked over
her shoulder.
mo. Granny" said the girl.
TEL Betty to send tray to
your room-I viii see you in the
morning"
The next morning Mrs. Hender-
son came down to breakfast to find
Roberta fresh and girlish In blue
linen. with broad band of blue
ribbon tied around her soft dark
curls, huge bow In back.
Good morning. Granny" she
said demurely.
Roberta last nightyour hair?
Where Is lit" inquired the distract
ed old lady as she sat down behind
thu coffee pot Where is your