Now remember!" she finished, as she ran from the room.
Aloud Miss Polly said nothing.

To herself she said that of course she should at once undo the absurd work of her niece's fingers, and put her hair up properly again.

As for "peeking" just as if she cared how-- At that moment--unaccountably--Miss Polly caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror of the dressing table.

And what she saw sent such a flush of rosy color to her cheeks that--she only flushed the more at the sight.
She saw a face--not young, it is true--but just now alight with excitement and surprise.

The cheeks were a pretty pink.