Bambi’s lithe figure, bringing out all the colour, the dash, the fire-like quality in the girl’s personality. The flush in her cheeks, the glow in her eyes, even the little curls, were like twisted tongues of flame. She whirled for Ardelia’s inspection.
“I know dat ain’t no decent dress, but yo’ sho’ is beautiful as Pottypar’s wife.”
“Who’s she?”
“She’s in the Bible!”
Bambi laughed.
“I look like the ‘fire of spring,’” she nodded to her reflection. “Of course I’m beautiful! This is the biggest, happiest night of my life!”
A boy came for the Professor’s clothes, and a little later that distracted gentleman presented himself to have his tie arranged, and to be looked over generally in case of omissions.
“My dear!” he exclaimed at sight of his daughter.
“Aren't I wonderful?”
He put his hand under her chin and tipped her face to him.
“There is something about you to-night—elemental is the word—fire, water, and air.”
She hugged him.
“Oh, but you’ve got a surprise coming to you this
