Chapter 7
“Miss Temple, ...what is that girl with curled hair?  Red hair, ma’am, curled—curled all over?” And extending his cane he pointed to the awful object, his hand shaking as he did so. / “It is Julia Severn,” replied Miss Temple, very quietly. / “Julia Severn, ma’am! And why has she, or any other, curled hair? Why, in defiance of every precept and principle of this house, does she conform to the world so openly—here in an evangelical, charitable establishment—as to wear her hair one mass of curls?” / “Julia’s hair curls naturally,” returned Miss Temple, still more quietly. / “Naturally! Yes, but we are not to conform to nature...why that abundance? I have again and again intimated that I desire the hair to be arranged closely, modestly, plainly. Miss Temple, that girl’s hair must be cut off entirely; I will send a barber to-morrow: and I see others who have far too much of the excrescence—that tall girl, tell her to turn round. . . . " / These words fell like the knell of doom— / “All those top-knots must be cut off.”