She looked like a fairy queen, or like a silvery bird turned into a little girl.
And in her hand she held another pair of wings exactly like her own.
Hugh gazed at her.
"Have you been dressing up ?" he said, "and in the middle of the night?
oh how funny! But O, Jeanne, how pretty you look!" Jeanne laughed merrily.

"Come, get up quick, then," she said, "and I'll make you pretty too.

Only I can't promise you a head-dress like mine, Cheri." She gave her head a little toss, which made Hugh look at it.

And now he noticed that on it she wore something very funny indeed, which at first, being black--for Jeanne's hair, you know, was black too--had not caught his attention.

At first he thought it was some kind of black silk hood or cap, such as he had seen worn by some of the peasants in Switzerland, but looking again--no, it was nothing of the kind--the head-dress had a head of its own, and as Hugh stared, it cocked it pertly on one side in a way Hugh would have known again anywhere.