I'm nicely dressed, though, ain't I?
I like dress; it's a comfort to me.

I'm always happy when I'm looking at my things.

I say--you won't be angry with me ?--I should so like to try your bonnet on." Magdalen humored her, with the ready compassion of the young.

She stood smiling and nodding at herself in the glass, with the bonnet perched on the top of her head.

"I had one as pretty as this, once," she said--"only it was white, not black.