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"Not if you’re scared," Theta teased

"I’ll have you know I’ve faced down angry mobs at my mother’s political rallies and walked on picket lines I’m certainly not afraid of the barber!" Mabel sniffed

"Fine Let’s put soh on it I’ll pony up a buck if you bob your hair today"

"Two dollars," Evie chimed

Mabel paled But then she tilted her chin just like her society-born naled the trolley driver to stop

Mabel glanced nervously at the Esquire Barbershop ith its ad proclai WE BOB HAIR! LOOK LIKE THE STARS OF STAGE AND SCREEN! along with a drawing of a beautiful flapper in a feathered headdress

"Mabesie, that style would be swell on you," Evie said "Jericho would adore it"

"Jericho is a deep thinker and a scholar He doesn’t pay attention to hairstyles," Mabel said, but she sounded terrified

Theta touched up her lipstick in a store"Even a scholar’s got eyes, kid"

Evie brushed her hand across an iinary screen "Just picture it: You breeze into the museum as a whole new Mabel--Mabel the Enchantress! Mabel the Flapper! Mabel the Hot Jazz Baby!"

"Mabel Who Better Make Up Her Mind or We’ll Miss the Picture," Theta added

"I’ll do it"

"Attagirl!" Evie said She pushed Mabel toward the barbershop Evie and Theta hurried to the s and pressed their faces to the glass to watch Mabel spoke to the barber, who ushered her into a chair She looked nervously in the girls’ direction Evie waved and gave her a winning smile