"Bet it's the hair," Charley suggested, and she was sure that Professor Lyra took that to heart the way her cap jostled. Her arms came up to protect it, out of her few possessions that was the most important. She shot a fierce warning look to the woman, now distracted more by ribbons than her cap. Good. The cap was part of her urchin-ness, she wasn't the frilly, pleasant-looking young lady the others wanted her dressed like. "An' that one'll have me wearin' the whole flower shop!"

Charley tried to hide her grin, the notion did have a certain appeal.

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