Then Sylvia put on her hat, and, looking up at Foster's windows, caught Hester's face of interest, and smiled and blushed at the consciousness of having been watched over her little vanities, and Hester smiled back, but rather sadly.

Then a customer came in, and she had to attend to her business, which, on this as on all market days, was great.

In the midst she was aware of Philip rushing bare-headed out of the shop, eager and delighted at something he saw outside.

There was a little looking-glass hung against the wall on Hester's side, placed in that retired corner, in order that the good women who came to purchase head-gear of any kind might see the effect thereof before they concluded their bargain.

In a pause of custom, Hester, half-ashamed, stole into this corner, and looked at herself in the glass.