She drew a curtain to shut out one last ray of light, and went softly from the room.
Two hours later, as Clytemnestra attained ultimate perfection in the arrangement of four glass dishes of preserves and three varieties of cake upon her table--for she still kept to the sinfully complex fare of the good old simple days--Nancy came out.

Clytie stood erect to peer anxiously over the lamp at her.
"I'm all right--you were a dear to let me sleep.

See how fresh I am." "You do look pearter, child--but you look different from when you came.
My suz! you looked so excited and kind of young when I opened that door, it give me a start for a minute--I thought I'd woke out of a dream and you was a Miss in short skirts again.

But now--let me see you closer." She came around the table, then continued: "Well, you look fresh and sweet and some rested, and you look old and reasonable again--I mean as old as you had ought to look.

I never did know you to act that way before, child.