It 's like burned feathers , '' observed Amy , smoothing her own pretty curls with a superior air . `` There , now I 'll take off the papers and you 'll see a cloud of little ringlets , '' said Jo , putting down the tongs . She did take off the papers , but no cloud of ringlets appeared , for the hair came with the papers , and the horrified hairdresser laid a row of little scorched bundles on the bureau before her victim . `` Oh , oh , oh ! What have you done ? I 'm spoiled ! I ca n't go ! My hair , oh , my hair ! '' wailed Meg , looking with despair at the uneven frizzle on her forehead . `` Just my luck ! You should n't have asked me to do it . I always spoil everything . I 'm so sorry , but the tongs were too hot , and so I 've made a mess , '' groaned poor Jo , regarding the little black pancakes with tears of regret . `` It is n't spoiled . Just frizzle it , and tie your ribbon so the ends come on your forehead a bit , and it will look like the last fashion . I 've seen many girls do it so , '' said Amy consolingly . `` Serves me right for trying to be fine . I wish I 'd let my hair alone , '' cried Meg petulantly . `` So do I , it was so smooth and pretty . But it will soon grow out again , '' said Beth , coming to kiss and comfort the shorn sheep .
After various lesser mishaps , Meg was finished at last , and by the united exertions of the entire family XXXXX 's hair was got up and her dress on .
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