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 plain gray costume pulled the curtains apart and touched her lightly on the shoulder. This was "Red Kimono" in her day attire.

"Time to get up, Josephine. Breakfast is ready and your section-mate will want the place fixed up. May I take you to the dressing-*room?"

"Our colleen's one of them good-natured kind that wakes up wide to-once and laughin'," had been big Bridget's boast even when her charge was but an infant, nor had the little girl outgrown her very sensible babyish custom. She responded to the stranger's greeting with a merry smile and "Good morning!" and was instantly ready for whatever was to come.

She was full of wonder over the cramped little apartment which all the women travellers used in succession as a lavatory, and it may be that this wonder made her submit without hindrance to the rather clumsy brushing of her curls which Red Kimono attempted.

"'Xcuse me, that isn't the way mamma or big Bridget does. They put me in the bath, first off; then my hair, and then my clothes.