Blanche，inMrs。Inchbare’sbestgown——anancientandhigh-waistedsilkgarment，ofthehuecalled“bottle-green，“
pinnedupinfront，andtrailingfarbehindher——withashort，orange-coloredshawloverhershoulders，andatoweltiedturbanfashionroundherhead，todryherwethair，lookedatoncethestrangestandtheprettiesthumananomalythateverwasseen。
“Forheaven’ssake，“shesaid，gayly，“don’ttellyourhusbandI
aminMrs。Inchbare’sclothes!Iwanttoappearsuddenly，withoutawordtowarnhimofwhatafigureIam!Ishouldhavenothinglefttowishforinthisworld，“sheadded，“ifArnoldcouldonlyseemenow!“
Lookingintheglass，shenoticedAnne’sfacereflectedbehindher，andstartedatthesightofit。