Once in the throes of a toilet composition, Aileen invariably became restless and energetic, almost fidgety, and her maid, Fadette, was compelled to move quickly.

Fresh from her bath, a smooth, ivory Venus, she worked quickly through silken lingerie, stockings and shoes, to her hair.
Fadette had an idea to suggest for the hair.

Would Madame let her try a new swirl she had seen?
Madame would--yes.

So there were movings of her mass of rich glinting tresses this way and that.

Somehow it would not do.