Ten minutes before she had been a happy queen flaunting over her attic floor in a dream of joy before a broken, propped-up looking-glass under the splendid illumination of three dips, long since secreted for purposes of the kind.

Now she was a bedraggled, tear-stained Fury, with a fierce humiliation and a boundless hatred glaring out of the eyes, which in Aunt Hannah's opinion were so big as to be 'right down oogly.' Poor Louie! Uncle Reuben, startled from his snooze by this apparition, looked at it with a sleepy bewilderment, and fumbled for his spectacles.
'Ay, yo'd better luke at her close,' said Hannah, grimly, giving her niece a violent shake as she spoke; 'I wor set yo should just see her fur yance at her antics.

Yo say soomtimes I'm hard on her.
Well, I'd ask ony pusson aloive if they'd put up wi this soart o' thing--dressin up like a bad hizzy that waaks t' streets, wi three candles--_three_, I tell yo, Reuben--flarin away, and the curtains close to, an nothink but the Lord's mussy keepin 'em from catchin.

An she peacockin an gallivantin away enough to mak a cat laugh!' And Aunt Hannah in her enraged scorn even undertook a grotesque and mincing imitation of the peacocking aforesaid.

'Let goo!' muttered Louie between her shut teeth, and with a wild strength she at last flung off her aunt and sprang for the door.