She found a box of cream and rubbed it on for a foundation.

Then she opened some pink powder, and carefully dusted her cheeks.
"I am utterly ashamed," she said to the image in the mirror, "but he has done so much for me, he is so, so----I don't know a word big enough----that I can't bear him to see how ghastly I am, how little worth it.

Perhaps the food, better air, and outdoor exercise will give me strength and colour soon.

Until it does I'm afraid I'm going to help out all I can with this.

It is wonderful how it changes one.