It was two o'clock before her work was all done, and she had time to go up to her little room in the west gable.
The sun poured in through the shutterless windows so fiercely that she did not stay long,--only long enough to put on a clean apron and brush her curly hair, as she stood in front of the little looking-glass.

It was such a tiny mirror that she could see only a part of her face at a time.

When her big brown eyes, wistful and questioning as a fawn's, were reflected in it, there was no room for the sensitive little mouth.

Or if she stood on tiptoe so that she could see her plump round chin, dimpled cheeks, and white teeth, the eyes were left out, and she could see no more of her inquisitive little nose than lay below the big freckle in the middle of it.
Hastily tying back her curls with a bow of brown ribbon, she slipped on her apron, and ran down-stairs, buttoning it as she went.

She was free now to do as she pleased until supper-time.