unless you had typhoid. When Mrs. Frederick heard of it she almost decided to erase Valancy’s name from the family Bible. Barney cut the hair, square off at the back of Valancy’s neck, bringing it down in a short black fringe over her forehead. It gave a meaning and a purpose to her little, three-cornered face that it never had possessed before. Even her nose ceased to irritate her. Her eyes were bright, and her sallow skin had cleared to the hue of creamy ivory. The old family joke had come true — she was really fat at last — anyway, no longer skinny. Valancy might never be beautiful, but she was of the type that looks its best in the woods — elfin — mocking — alluring. Her heart bothered her very little. When an attack threatened she was generally able to head it off with Dr. Trent’s prescription.