She tried to dress her head in a fashion new to her, and knew she did it ill and untidily, but had no time to change it.

If she had had some red she would have put it on, but such vanities were not in her chamber or Barbara's.

So she rubbed her cheeks hard, and even pinched them, so that in the end they looked as if they were badly rouged.

It seemed to her that her nose grew red too, and indeed 'twas no wonder, for her hands and feet were like ice.
"She must be ashamed of me," the humble creature said to herself.

"And if she is ashamed she will be angered and send me away and be friends no more." She did not deceive herself, poor thing, and imagine she had the chance of being regarded with any great lenience if she appeared ill.
"Mistress Clorinda begged that you would come quickly," said Rebecca, knocking at the door.
So she caught her handkerchief, which was scented, as all her garments were, with dried rose-leaves from the garden, which she had conserved herself, and went down to the chintz parlour trembling.
It was a great room with white panels, and flowered coverings to the furniture.