She could not get over my appearance, and was in the last degree confounded.

I said "Good by, Miss Pocket;" but she merely stared, and did not seem collected enough to know that I had spoken.

Clear of the house, I made the best of my way back to Pumblechook's, took off my new clothes, made them into a bundle, and went back home in my older dress, carrying it--to speak the truth--much more at my ease too, though I had the bundle to carry.
And now, those six days which were to have run out so slowly, had run out fast and were gone, and to-morrow looked me in the face more steadily than I could look at it.

As the six evenings had dwindled away, to five, to four, to three, to two, I had become more and more appreciative of the society of Joe and Biddy.

On this last evening, I dressed my self out in my new clothes for their delight, and sat in my splendor until bedtime.